Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Chapter 418 Two Fools Who Dislike Each Other

Charles was at a loss as to what to do with this soul. According to Spencer, if he rashly sent this soul back to the Underworld, it would sink directly into the Underworld and become a grain of sand in the Underworld.

In fact, in Charles's memory, the Underworld Sea was frequently mentioned ever since he came into contact with the church and some grammatical knowledge.

It is a mysterious place unique to this world, said to be the destination of all the dead. Whenever a living being dies, they will pass through the Gate of the Dead and fall into a boundless sea.

In the sea, the dead will find eternal peace, free from fear and uncertainty, as if they are in a beautiful dream from which they will never awaken.

But if, like this man's soul, one enters the underworld, not only will one not find peace, but one will instead be immersed in endless suffering.

In the end, Charles chose to preserve the soul for now. Spencer placed the soul into a human skeleton, turning him into a skeleton servant to help process the goblin bone fragments.

There was nothing he could do; the broken bones were just piled up haphazardly in the cave, without any order whatsoever. As a lich, Spencer simply couldn't stand it.

However, as a necromancer, he was very reluctant to deal with these broken bones, and this ignorant soul could serve as his assistant.

However, even when the soul was moving bones, its constantly opening and closing jawbone would still emit the sound "Lila--Luna" repeatedly.

This led Ciel to directly name the souls "Gemini".

When he and Spencer first heard "The Twins" pronounce those two names, Charles deduced that they might be the names of his relatives. He believed that only relatives could make someone remember a person so well that they would not forget them even after death.

But Spencer didn't think so. The lizardman lich thought it might be closely related to him, perhaps the name of his killer.

The two didn't argue about such trivial matters for long. Anyway, one day in the future, Gemini's mental blockade might loosen, and then he would remember something.

More importantly, there were Cunningham's belongings: a high-class robe and a staff that looked priceless.

The staff is carved in the shape of a dragon claw gripping a magic crystal. It is slightly shorter than a regular staff, and the magic crystal at the top is decorated into a spherical shape, which looks like a high-grade magic crystal.

However, Spencer said he didn't need the priceless staff or the magic robe.

Even though he was now only wearing the black robes that the Mind Flayer had originally worn, with nothing in his hands and not even a decent staff, the lizardman lich still said he would not choose Cunningham's equipment.

In his words, it was "too ugly".

These words made Sharl shake his head helplessly. How could a lizardman lich like you complain that the things of a real high-level archmage are too ugly?

Despite the complaints, Sharl ultimately left the two pieces of equipment to Spencer. On one hand, no one else in the clan could handle these two pieces of equipment at the moment. Such high-level magical items require a certain level of magical resonance ability to master. On the other hand, perhaps one day in the future, Spencer will suddenly have an epiphany and think that the aesthetics of the cursed faction might be acceptable, and wearing them occasionally could change his mood or something.

"Now that things have come to a close and the mushroom-man has been improved, it's time to prepare for an eastward exploration."

Charles pondered, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. His gaze fell on the territory map hanging on the opposite wall. "This map needs to be replaced with a new one too."

"Goblin, are you sure you're heading this way?"

The gnoll chieftain, riding a large bird, surveyed the bald man standing respectfully to his side.

"I was acting entirely according to Quetzalcoatl's instructions." Baldy didn't dare to raise his head, afraid that the other party would chop him up with a single stroke.

However, this road heading west was indeed proceeding according to the guidance of the feathered serpent god. It is unknown what method the feathered serpent god used, but small red snakes would appear from time to time in front of the gnolls' procession. These snakes seemed to emerge from the ground, and the procession would see them after traveling a certain distance.

Of course, there have been times when they went astray. In those cases, the little red snake would swim a distance in the correct direction and then disappear into the grass.

The gnoll chieftain didn't say anything, but sat on the big bird and surveyed the surroundings. The dense forest had begun to rejuvenate after spring, and the surrounding bushes and weeds were starting to sprout green. However, their group did not follow the animal trails in the forest, which meant that they had to deal with the protruding bushes and branches every step they took.

This situation wasn't a big deal for the goblins, since they were short and thin and the bushes wouldn't have much of an effect on them. But it was a bit of a problem for the gnolls riding on the backs of the big birds.

These gnolls had to cut down all the leaves in front of them to clear a simple path for the group to travel on.

"Let's rest where we are." The gnoll chieftain glanced back at his tribe and, seeing that many members were already quite tired, ordered them to rest.

However, this order was not a good thing for the goblins, because they also needed to take care of the large birds and ensure that the birds could only forage within a fixed area and would not get lost.

However, this restraint will irritate the large bird, and if the goblin gets too close, it will be attacked directly by the large bird.

The gnolls carried their own "military rations," but the goblins didn't get any. They had to find something to eat to fill their stomachs while taking care of the big bird.

"I don't know how much further it is." Baldy found a secluded bush, lay down inside, and rubbed his feet with both hands.

He was still quite shrewd; having experience from two previous campaigns, he knew all too well the difficulties of leading the gnolls this time, so he proposed...

He had prepared two pieces of jerky and some tubers for himself; the two pieces of jerky were stolen from the gnolls.

Baldy raised his head slightly and glanced at the gnolls who had gathered together. They seemed to be discussing something, but that was none of his business. He just wanted to get some rest.

"I wonder when that gnoll chieftain named Iron Fang will realize that this kind of march will only continue to drag us down."

Having dealt with the gnolls for over a month, Baldy had already heard about their various habits.

For example, these guys were all born in the wasteland, and almost every one of them had a different surname. Their leader, for instance, was named Iron Fang Feng Bittergrass Slope. Iron Fang was his name, and Feng meant "from where." So his full name was Iron Fang from Bittergrass Slope.

However, Baldy also overheard some gnolls whispering that their names were usually changed later. After coming into contact with humans and becoming mercenaries, these gnolls would change their names and replace them with a word that sounded more "powerful".

Just like Iron Teeth von Bittergrass, his original name should have been Wet Nose von Bittergrass, but because his black nose was always very wet, he was called that since he was a child.

But once you become a mercenary, the employers in the human kingdoms won't care what your tribe calls you. They value the gnolls' fighting prowess more, and the name "Iron Fang" sounds much more ferocious than "Wet Nose."

Baldy secretly pulled out a piece of jerky, glanced into the distance, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, quickly stuffed the large bird jerky into his mouth and chewed it vigorously.

He still can't understand why Quetzalcoatl would abandon his original home and go to the east.

Those goblins said they were defeated by them? What a joke! That was Quetzalcoatl! That night, Baldy saw lightning and fire everywhere – that was the power of Quetzalcoatl.

As a goblin, he was well aware of the inherent flaws of his race. Lying and deceiving were so easy for them that they could come up with words in the blink of an eye. So Baldy now believed that those guys were lying and that Quetzalcoatl must have something important to do that required him to come here, and those goblins were just taking advantage of the situation.

But how could you abandon your loyal follower, great feathered serpent god? Baldy felt very uncomfortable. He felt that he had been following in the footsteps of the god all along, even running eastward day and night in the forest without any regrets. Finally, he found the feathered serpent god.

But why is it that this time, Quetzalcoatl favors these hairy creatures?

These gnolls are so arrogant that they make him, the most promising caveman in the goblin kingdom, do such lowly jobs, while they can just spend their days racing those big birds.

Could it be because these gnolls speak that strange language, the one the high priest spoke of before, some kind of common language?

For the first time, Baldy felt angry because he couldn't speak this strange language. Even when the High Priest was excited to hear that the goblins of the opposing tribe could speak the common language, it didn't bother him. Because living in the forest required wisdom, and he, Baldy, was the wisest guy in the goblin kingdom.

But these gnolls looked like foolish forest grouse, spending their days riding on the backs of large birds. Even when branches blocked their way, they wouldn't jump off; instead, they would cut the branches to clear a barely passable path.

The road we traveled.

"And these guys are dressed like grouse." Baldy sneered. These gnolls wore large bird feathers all over their bodies as decorations on their heads, making them look like feathered people.

"It's nowhere near as good as my old feather hat."

"Where's that goblin who led the way? Bring him here." The gnoll leader gave the order from a distance, and Baldy, who was hiding under the bushes, immediately swallowed another piece of jerky.

Then he crawled out of the bushes using both his hands and feet, carefully hiding behind a tree, afraid that the gnolls who came looking for him would see that he was slacking off.

He was quickly discovered and brought before the gnoll chieftain.

"You also came from Quetzalcoatl's former camp?" Iron Fang sat upright on a rock, glanced at Baldy standing in front of him, one hand on his knee, slowly sliding down a little, but immediately returning to its original position.

"Yes, yes." Baldy nodded. The other man's hand gesture made him a little uneasy, because the hand was only a little distance away from the weapon beside him. Baldy was afraid that the jackal chieftain would think that he had not led the way well and would directly draw his sword and chop him up.

"How many goblins are left?" Iron Fang asked casually, his face expressionless.

But his hand moved a few more times, looking very restless.

"Many, the original members," Baldy thought for a moment. When he was driven away, it seemed that the lower-level goblins were all left behind. "They were all left behind, but I don't know if they will be driven out later."

"Kicked out?" Iron Fang asked, puzzled.

"Just a bunch of stupid guys." Iron Fang patted his knee, his tone sounding very disdainful.

Baldy kept his head bowed respectfully, but in his heart he looked down on the gnolls, thinking, "We're stupid. You hairy creatures are the stupid ones. You're too stupid to live in the forest."

The two remained deadlocked. One thought the other was probably stupid and wouldn't get the answers he wanted from him, while the other thought the other was too foolish to ask any useful questions and didn't want to ask either.

Ten seconds passed, and the other gnolls just stared blankly at the two of them.

Finally, Iron Fang's lips twitched, and he spoke first, asking, "Those goblins can defeat Quetzalcoatl?"

"Huh?" Baldy was startled. What was he talking about, you gnoll? How could a goblin possibly defeat a god? He raised his head slightly and glanced at the gnoll leader. "I... I didn't see it."

He thought quickly for a few seconds and finally came up with the answer.

If you were to contradict the other party by saying, "You idiot, how dare you blaspheme Quetzalcoatl," you might get chopped off with a single blow, after all, the other party is...

His palms were restless, but if I said "I don't know" directly, I might anger him.

"I didn't see it" was the only answer Baldy could think of.

"Hmph." Iron Fang sneered, "You're cunning."

These words startled Baldy, but Iron Fang's next words completely shocked him: "Quetzalcoatl must have been seriously injured, otherwise he wouldn't have hidden away and wouldn't have let us get close."

"Every time I get close, I can smell a strong stench of blood. What could have hurt it?"

These words struck Baldy like a thunderbolt, making him tremble all over. Could those goblins defeat the Feathered Serpent God?

That night, the sky was filled with lightning and fire. Could those lightning bolts not be the power of the feathered serpent?

For the first time, he felt his faith crumble; how could goblins defeat the powerful gods of the forest?

What a joke.

"Never mind, it seems you don't know either. Let's ask another goblin." Iron Fang waved his hand, signaling his men to chase Baldy away.

As Baldy left, glancing back every few steps, the gnoll chieftain immediately reached into his tattered armor and began scratching vigorously. "These gaps in the armor are really annoying, it's so uncomfortable to have my fur being pulled around like this."

"However, we must find out as soon as possible who injured that feathered serpent."

"Otherwise, our mercenary group would have been killed by the Feathered Serpent."