Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

The moment a bullet leaves the barrel, the shooter's wrist flicks rapidly, giving the bullet a horizontal acceleration and creating an arc. The faster the wrist flicks, the more perfect the arc will be.

This arc allows bullets to curve, bypass obstacles, and hit the target; it is also known as "gunfighting."

Of course, all of this was just dramas and movies that Charles had seen in his previous life, and it was all made up, but today he saw the real "gun-fu".

After several attempts, the three firebirds were able to hit objects according to Nine Fingers' ideas. They could even hover in the air and then swoop down when Nine Fingers wanted to attack, striking the enemy like a peregrine falcon swooping down to catch its prey.

"Is this the benefit of having a magic mentor?" Charles stared at Spencer, who was instructing Nine Fingers on how to control the firebird. Nine Fingers had practiced this modified "rocket spell" before, but perhaps due to limitations in his thinking or combat experience, he had never developed many attack variations. Now, through the modification, Nine Fingers could even hide in cover and directly release the firebird to attack the enemy, while remaining completely unharmed.

"Do you know any other spells?" Spencer asked Nine Fingers after explaining the situation.

Nine Fingers thought for a few seconds and understood what the other party meant. Then, he opened his arms, and after a magical fluctuation in the air, a burning wild boar appeared in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the fiery boar charged straight into the distance and crashed into a large tree not far away with a "bang".

The tree's crown shook violently from the impact, and leaves fell one after another. At the same time, countless wood chips burst open from the trunk due to the impact, and some flames remained at the point of impact, starting to burn upwards along the trunk.

"Hmm, it's somewhat similar to a fireball spell." Spencer slowly crouched down, looking at the tracks left by the fiery boar on the ground, and then at the burning tree in the distance.

Then, he stood up, closed his eyes, and thought for a few seconds. After a few seconds, Spencer asked hesitantly, "Can you control the Flame Boar and prevent it from charging out for now?"

"Not going to charge out?" Nine Fingers stood there dumbfounded, clearly not understanding what the tall guy in front of him was thinking. He turned to look at the leader beside him, and seeing Charles nodding heavily, he whispered, "I can try."

After saying that, he cast a spell again, and a flaming boar reappeared.

"Get under control," Spencer shouted.

Then, looking at the nine fingers struggling to stay afloat, he grinned and said, "Now, try to jump onto the wild boar, but control the flames so you don't burn yourself."

"Huh?" Xia Er and Nine Fingers were both stunned. What did that mean? They jumped onto the wild boar?

What kind of gameplay is this, riding a fiery boar?

"Give it a try," Spencer urged. Charles gritted his teeth and waved for his men to try. If they got hurt, he could immediately summon the little fairy; it shouldn't be a big problem.

Seeing that the leader was instructing him to do as he said, Nine Fingers no longer had any doubts and jumped up immediately. On top of the wild boar.

The flames engulfed him instantly, and a burnt smell filled the air. Spencer had to shout, "Control the flames! Don't burn yourself! You're an Evocation Mage; you should be able to control elemental powers!"

However, it was clear that Nine Fingers was not yet a qualified fire elemental evocation mage. Although the flames gradually weakened, the smell of burning was still strong, and even the coat on Nine Fingers' body was already on fire.

"Should we..." Charles wanted to persuade him to end the experiment, but when he saw Spencer's excited eyes and Nine Fingers' clenched teeth in the flames, and his determined gaze, he had no choice but to shut his mouth. At the same time, he summoned a goblin and told it to quickly call the goblin.

"Now," Spencer said loudly after seeing the flames shrink and Nine Fingers regain his footing, "control the Flame Boar and charge out."

With a "whoosh," the fiery boar carrying Nine Fingers charged forward at a speed comparable to that of a warhorse running at full speed.

"Boom!" The burning tree in the distance was hit again. This time, the trunk was broken off and the tree fell crookedly to the side, while Nine Fingers also fell to the side.

Seeing that Nine Fingers was still burning with flames, Pazzani directly threw a large water ball at him, extinguishing the flames with a "whoosh".

His body was covered in burns and blisters, his clothes were torn to shreds, and he looked utterly miserable. But instead of howling in pain, Nine Fingers was shouting excitedly, as if all the pain in his body had been turned into an stimulant.

"What's going on? Where's the injured person?" Shan Xiao flew over shouting from a short distance away, then, seeing Nine Fingers lying on the ground, he paused, stunned. "What's going on?"

After saying that, he quickly flew over and cast [Revival Wind].

"Not bad, but it needs more training." Spencer looked at the goblin struggling to sit up and nodded in satisfaction.

"He almost burned himself to death," Charles muttered, knowing that the situation of his men was far from "not bad."

“You don’t know his situation,” Spencer chuckled. “Evocation mages can control their magical effects and won’t cause themselves much harm. Of course, it would be even better if he could wear a fireproof robe, but…”

As he spoke, the lizardman lich held up a finger, "This spell is quite useful; it allows the caster to move quickly."

"Displacement?" Charles raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Yes, you just saw it too. He charged off on his fiery boar, but he wasn't fast enough. If the boar were fast enough and his reaction time were quick enough, he could jump off before the boar hits anything, achieving both displacement and attack."

Spencer slowly shook his finger, saying with some relief, "You know, there aren't many movement spells for a hypnotist."

After saying that, with a "whoosh," the lizardman lich who was originally standing next to Sharl teleported in front of him and then slowly walked towards Nine Fingers.

This scene startled Charles. "A teleportation spell?"

He had heard of this high-level arcane magic, but had never seen it in person. Now that it was suddenly appearing before his eyes, he was taken aback.

"You mean, maybe Nine Fingers will be able to achieve such rapid displacement in the future?" Charles asked as he quickly caught up.

"Not quite there yet. It's unrealistic to expect to match the effect of Blink, but being faster than a normal person's movement speed shouldn't be a problem," Spencer nodded in response.

Charles understood that the ordinary people he was referring to were probably ordinary mage apprentices, or even some low-level mages. But if Nine Fingers was faster than these people, it meant that Nine Fingers' future development would definitely be good.

The two quickly approached Nine Fingers, who had sat up. He was now enveloped in a bluish-green light, and the burn marks on his body were gradually fading, with the blisters disappearing as well. However, the pain was still lingering, causing Nine Fingers to gasp for breath from time to time.

But the goblin's face didn't show any sign of misery. Instead, he was gasping for breath and grinning excitedly. Nine Fingers had seen and heard everything Spencer had done, including the teleportation spell and what he said afterward.

"Is it really possible?" He gritted his teeth slightly, looking up at the lizardman lich with hope.

Spencer simply smiled and nodded. "Of course, it requires constant practice."

"Okay." Nine fingers nodded heavily.

Charles couldn't help but worry about his men and quickly advised, "You should still take it easy."

"Don't be afraid, Chief," Nine Fingers said excitedly. "As long as I become stronger, I can help you, Chief, and our tribe can survive better."

"You..." Charles shook his head slightly, speechless at the sight of this loyal subordinate.

What else can be said? These goblins live deep in the burrows every day, and now a guy has given them hope. They don't want that hope to be shattered, they want to work for it, they want to live in the sunlight. What's wrong with that?

Seeing Spencer squat down and begin to communicate with Nine Fingers, Charles beckoned over to Sancho.

"Shansio, keep a close eye on him," Charles said, turning his head. The little fairy flying in the air nodded, "Don't worry, brother, I'm here."

Charles nodded and looked at Nine Fingers again. He suddenly felt that Shansio's healing spells seemed to have become stronger. Sure enough, [Tree Man's Favor] was effective.

However, the tribe has been busy building the city, which has caused many people to neglect their training. Otherwise, perhaps Nine Fingers could have developed new spells and received guidance from the lizardman lich.

Are there other people we could bring in Spencer and have him give us some pointers?

Just then, the lizardman lich came to his side. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, how did I take your money? No, how did I build the magic academy?" Charles waved his hand.

"That's just a matter of time," Spencer said nonchalantly. "Once they've mastered enough of the Common Tongue, we can consider giving them the potion."

"But you," he said, looking the goblin up and down, "I'm becoming more and more interested in you."

"Me?" Charles pointed to himself.

“Yes,” Spencer nodded, his vertical pupils fixed on Charles, “I just spoke with Nine Fingers for a bit. I was going to tell him not to practice so intensely, as it could lead to another outbreak of the plague, but he told me instead…”

The lizardman said slowly, word by word, "He has never been afflicted by the plague."

"Ah, this..." Charles slowly shut his mouth. He had already whispered to his subordinates not to reveal that he had gained magical abilities by drinking the "water" he had given him, but the fact that he was not afflicted by the magic plague was indeed a major flaw.

"You know, everyone who plays with magic suffers from the trouble of magical plagues, but a goblin doesn't have to worry about that." Spencer smiled, scrutinizing the goblin before him with great interest. "You really surprise me."

"This..." Charles wanted to say what it had to do with him, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

"This..." Charles wanted to say what it had to do with him, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

After all, he was the one who bestowed his abilities upon his subordinates in the first place, and he still has a considerable amount of magical power he hasn't yet released.

"Is this the advantage of goblin blood?" Spencer walked around Charles with his hands behind his back. "Then you'd better watch out."

"Be careful?" Charles turned his head, following the lizardman mage's head-shaking motion.

"Yes, I don't know how many mages have tried to break through the barrier of the plague, but as far as I know, they have all failed. Of course, I don't know if anyone succeeded during my slumber, but I think it's unlikely." Spencer slowly circled back to Charles, his gaze still full of interest and doubt. "If someone discovers that goblins are immune to the plague, then I think you and your race will definitely become the subject of research in the magical world."

"How do we conduct the research?" Charles frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

"Draw blood, remove bone marrow or brain, conduct various experiments, and finally extract the soul. In short, every organ and method that can be used will be used," Spencer said calmly.

He stood ramrod straight, his bony tail swaying gently twice. He still looked very polite, but the coldness in his tone made Charles very uncomfortable.

"Then, the magic academy..." Charles hesitated.

“We still have to do it. You have no choice now,” Spencer chuckled. “Do you know why I became a lich? One reason is to live longer. Another part is that necromancers become immune to the plague after transforming into liches. But I hate the appearance of liches, which is why I still keep my lizardman body.”

"Someone once told me that you need to love your body and your race. We are all different in appearance, but our inner souls are the same."

I've remembered that sentence to this day.

"Those magicians, however, did not want to become liches. They did not want to give up their human appearance, even as they grew older and thinner, they did not want to give up their 'human' appearance."

"They will not let go of any opportunity to eliminate the plague, and unfortunately, you should be one of those 'opportunities'."

"So," Spencer slowly raised his hand, holding up one finger, "you only have this one path: build your own magic academy, or even establish a unique forest magic faction in the world, strengthen yourself and fight against them, until you become strong enough to extinguish those arrogant guys' desire to experiment on you."

Charles pursed his lips. He understood the principle. "I know," Charles nodded. "Peace is achieved through struggle, while peace is lost through compromise."

"Oh?" Spencer was taken aback. He looked at the goblin in front of him again. "I didn't expect you to have heard this phrase before. It was said by the Emperor of the Holy Kingdom."

"The Emperor of the Holy Kingdom?"

"Yes, during my travels in the Holy Kingdom, I heard and saw many stories about its emperors." The lizardman lich chuckled a few times. "You truly are the heir to the Holy Kingdom."