Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Broken Tooth secretly followed the group of goblins to the cauldron.

He pretended to dissect his prey, and when no one was looking, he suddenly jumped into the shadow of the cauldron.

Duan Ya himself couldn't quite describe what it felt like to move around in the shadows, but he felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Now he doesn't even leave the shadows when he eats or sleeps. He only emerges when the leader calls him, and the entire tribe seems to be missing a person.

This time, the leader told him that he needed to pour the potion into the other side's cauldron. Broken Tooth thought he had successfully completed the task, although he dropped the bottle into the cauldron because of his cowardice, but the two trolls did not notice.

Broken Tooth didn't not want to retrieve the bottle; it was just that the pot of food was too disgusting. Compared to what White Hair had made, it was worlds apart. He would rather go back to eating the old frog and insect stew than touch that pot.

However, the Green Egg leader's order was to ensure that the two trolls fell asleep, and died in their sleep.

Broken Tooth remained hidden in the shadows, only peeking out to check the situation when the troll started snoring.

He emerged from the shadows, crouching low as he approached the trolls, taking hesitant steps. Seeing that they didn't react at all, he prepared to go back and report to Green Egg.

But as he turned around, he remembered that he hadn't brought his medicine bottle back, so he tilted his head and thought for a long time before finally coming up with a good idea.

Broken Tooth, whose lower body was hidden in the shadows, picked up a thin twig and poked the troll's lower back a dozen times. Neither troll reacted; at most, they scratched themselves, but didn't wake up at all.

Broken Tooth figured they must be asleep, so he jumped out of the shadows and headed straight for where the Green Egg leader was hiding.

"Are you sure she's asleep?" Charles asked.

The man with the broken tooth nodded.

"The medicine has been poured in?"

Duan Ya nodded again, saying that he had poked them many times, but they still didn't wake up.

"Why poke it?" Charles wondered, but immediately realized that his subordinate was probably too timid to have thrown the whole bottle of potion into the pot, and then, not knowing if it had worked, he went to poke it a few times to try.

"You're really something. If I said you were brave, you'd be so scared you'd throw the bottle away. If I said you were cowardly, you'd dare poke the troll." Charles was both amused and exasperated.

However, he still ordered a full-scale attack.

A group of goblins crept quietly toward the sleeping troll, not daring to breathe. It was the first time that Shire had ever seen such a creature, which was described in natural history books.

The two trolls were tall and burly, filthy, with bumps on their pale blue skin, and emanating an extremely foul stench, as if they had been pickled in stinky tofu juice for ten years.

Charles glanced back at the group of goblins standing under the trees in the distance. They were all standing there watching, showing no intention of helping.

"Alright, it might cause some trouble if they come over." Charles told Broken Tooth to bring a rope and tied both ends of the rope to the feet of the two trolls.

After all this was done, Sharl ordered Red Eyes and Broken Tooth, each carrying a large glass jar, to approach the sleeping troll.

"Pfft!" The slime in the jar was slashed, and strong acid was poured directly onto the faces of the two trolls.

They awoke with a howl, the immense pain on their faces forcing them to frantically flail their fists in place, but Red Eyes and Broken Tooth had already run away.

The strong acid was corroding the trolls' faces, hissing as it did so. Their eyes had been corroded away, and they were now blind.

"Bunsandy, you dare to harm me!" Zul'jin roared. It felt something tethering its foot and reached out to grab a rope. Zul'jin pulled the rope, and Bunsandy next to it was almost pulled down.

"It's you, Zul'jin, you bastard!" Bwonsamdi felt someone pulling him and charged towards them, crashing directly into Zul'jin.

The two trolls started fighting each other, yelling and cursing at the same time.

"Zuljin, you must be upset that I eat more than you."

"Shut up, you idiot, I'll beat you to death."

"You're the idiot."

Charles and his men watched the trolls fight from a distance. The "bang bang" sounds of their blows made Charles realize once again the terrifying power of the trolls. At the same time, the huge wounds on the trolls' bodies caused by the strong acid corrosion stopped expanding and instead began to heal slowly.

"We can't let them recover." Shar gestured, and ten goblins carrying small glass jars began to approach the troll.

"Throw it," Charles said.

With a "bang," the glass jar shattered on the troll, and the ten slimes exploded, splashing strong acid onto the troll. They screamed in agony again and attacked each other even more fiercely.

"Second batch, prepare," Charles said.

This time, we brought 20 small glass tanks from Agatha, with the aim of using the slime's strong acid to counteract the troll's regeneration.

"Throw it away," Charles commanded.

The 20 slimes inflicted massive damage on the troll. Instead of fighting amongst themselves, they kept slapping their bodies, but to no avail.

The two trolls finally got scared and ran away, but they ran in the opposite direction. The ropes binding their feet taut, and they fell straight to the ground.

The wailing troll rose again, tugging at the rope, which was about to snap.

"Third group, move up," Charles said.

This time, dozens of torches were thrown at the trolls. The previous corrosion had exposed their muscles and fat, and now they were being set on fire, howling and still pulling at the ropes.

Gradually, the two trolls' voices grew fainter and fainter, and then they lay still on the ground.

The fire was still engulfing the troll's body. Sharl did not order anyone to extinguish the flames. Given the troll's super regenerative abilities, Sharl would not feel at ease until they were burned to ashes.

After an unknown amount of time, the flames grew smaller and smaller. Charles then ordered his men to bring the goblins from under the tree to him.

He stood between the two fires, arms outstretched, "I am your leader."

"Green Egg Leader! Green Egg Leader!" the henchmen cheered.

"You bastard, call me handsome."

"Green Egg Leader! Green Egg Leader!" The henchmen continued to cheer.

The dozens of goblins looked at each other blankly. They had lived numbly for too long and no longer knew what to do now.

The one-eyed man stepped forward alone and cautiously asked, "Will you eat us?"

"No," Charles replied calmly.

"Will they kill us?"

"Won't."

Will they give us food?

"meeting."

One-Eyed slowly bent down, knelt on the ground, touched his ankle, his whole body trembled, and he struggled to stand up, his steps faltering and he almost lost his footing.

"Go up," he said to the goblins. "He's here to rescue us."

Dozens of goblins lined up and touched each other's ankles one by one, while Charles had his men use lock-picking tools he had obtained from Agatha to open the locks.

For the first time, the goblins were free from their chains. They seemed to have forgotten how to walk, unsure which foot to step with first. Some even fell to the ground, but they laughed, swung their legs, and rolled around, celebrating the return of their legs.

By the time all the goblins had finished the ankle-touching ritual, the two trolls had already been burned to ashes.