Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

[Monument Material: Charles Mello]

Race: Goblin (Human)

[Hazard Level: 0.5, Waste]

[Number of subordinates: 81]

【personality:???】

[Self-Status: Advanced Shapeshifting Curse (Negative)]

[Title: Leader of a Vibrant Forest Group]

[Available Abilities: God's Blessing, Lust, Basic Stamina x2, Bewildering Eyes, Regeneration x2]

"81 goblins now, that's a significant increase in manpower." Charles looked at his panel, in high spirits.

The collection list that Agatha gave him was still in the cave, so there were enough people for now.

Charles looked at the goblins running and jumping around, frolicking on the ground, and felt gratified. What free "cattle and horses" they were! "I will do everything I can to make sure you are well-fed and clothed. You just need to work hard."

Realizing that his new recruits hadn't eaten yet, Charles called over Red Eyes, "How much jerky do we have left?"

"Chief, we've eaten it all." Red Eyes raised his head proudly, thinking that the chief must be asking if everyone had eaten their fill.

"Huh? There's nothing left?" Charles opened his mouth wide. He had prepared beforehand, bringing plenty of food to prevent the newly joined goblins from going hungry. Now, look what happened, they've eaten all the food they had before the fight started.

"Take your men and go hunting immediately." Charles kicked Red Eye away.

They could only hunt some prey on the spot, but fortunately they had brought a lot of healing potions, which could temporarily improve vital signs and provide some placebo effect.

Charles called over Bucktooth and asked him to give each of the goblins a few sips of the "Undying Brew" to try it out.

Then his consciousness sank down and he opened the domain map.

The waxy yellow parchment slowly unfolded, and then the ink appeared.

The newly opened area was rectangular and quite spacious. Charles had an idea and decided to "enlarge" it.

The ink rippled and the atmosphere was serene. Xia Er saw that this large area was full of herb gathering points, and they were mostly well-preserved, indicating that the adventurers had not ventured that far yet.

"Bluethorn, red thorn, windwort, purple wood flower..." Xia Er scanned the names, his eyes shining.

He wanted to organize a herb-gathering team, composed of the newly joined goblins, and assign a combat team to protect them, so as to clear out the herbs in this area as quickly as possible.

"Agatha is probably going to cry. She'll have so many herbs to handle, she could keep stirring them until sparks fly." Charles chuckled mischievously. He even imagined the desperate hag lying on the ground, disgustedly drinking magic potions to replenish her mana, while using her mage's hand to control the stirring rods in several large cauldrons in a chaotic frenzy.

Meanwhile, to the north, he saw a symbol of crossed swords.

"This is probably the entrance to the fortress," Charles mused. "I wonder how big the fortress will be."

"I can't go today. I have to see Little John and get the new grenade casing first."

The territory of the Shire now forms an inverted, sharp triangle. The fortress is quite a distance from the original four-person cave. It would probably take more than an hour to walk in a straight line, but in reality, it takes much longer to trek through the forest.

Furthermore, with an increasing number of men under his command, the demand for supplies has also grown significantly, and relying solely on meetings with Little John every three days for transactions seems insufficient.

"We must find a way to preserve this trade route."

He had considered organizing a mule caravan, led by John Jr., so that his men could load and unload the cargo each time they met. However, this also raised a security issue.

A mule caravan entering the forest will definitely be spotted by other adventurers. If they follow, they'll surely discover that the future hero is a "traitor" who collaborates with goblins, and that would be quite a spectacle.

"We can only try and see how things go." Charles couldn't think of a good solution for the time being.

Exiting the consciousness space, Sharl stretched and prepared to go inside the troll's cave.

He had mentally prepared himself before going in, but the stench still hit him like a ton of bricks.

This burrow isn't big; it's about the same size as the compact burrow where the four goblins lived before.

The ground was littered with filth, bones, rotten grass, and hair, with only a few pieces of tattered equipment belonging to human adventurers carelessly tossed about in a corner.

Charles took the tattered equipment out of the cave and threw it on the ground, getting a general idea of ​​what he had gained.

"Come here," Charles called the one-eyed man to his side.

"Are there any dangerous animals around here?" he asked.

One-Eyed thought for a moment and said, "No, trolls sometimes patrol and mark their territory, and large wild beasts or magical beasts don't want to get close."

"Marking?" Sharl was very interested in how trolls marked their territories.

The one-eyed man nodded, squatted down, mimed defecating, and then stretched out his hand...

"Okay, get up now," Charles said quickly, having just finished eating.

"There's one more thing, come with me." The one-eyed man suddenly remembered something.

He led Charles to a tree, where Charles warily looked at the things on the ground.

This was a troll with light blue skin, curled up on the ground, its feet chained to a tree trunk.

His cheeks were sunken, his eyes appeared unusually large because he was thin, his red hair was sparse with a few tufts, his limbs were like bamboo poles, his ribs were prominent, and his abdomen was sunken.

Charles brought up the other party's interface.

【Name: Cao Cao】

Race: Troll

[Danger Level: 9, Somewhat Dangerous (Hunger 2, Okay)]

[Personality: Kind]

[Ability: Regeneration]

[Personal Condition: Severe Malnutrition (Negative)]

At this moment, the troll was slowly grabbing some weeds from the ground and struggling to put them into its mouth.

"Do trolls eat grass too?" Sharl asked.

After a few seconds of silence, the one-eyed man said, "Chief, eating this will help you survive."

Why would he do that?

"His name is Caocao. Because he doesn't eat goblins, those two trolls disliked him. They said Caocao wasn't worthy of being a troll and only deserved to eat grass. After beating him up, they locked him up here."

"You haven't eaten any yet?"

"No, I sometimes give him some meat," One-Eyed replied confidently.

Charles didn't ask any more questions, but just looked at his new subordinate.

Feeling tormented by the gaze, One-Eyed lowered his head and whispered, "I just hope he can help me when I try to escape."

Charles didn't say anything. He could understand the thoughts of these goblins struggling on the brink of death, after all, there was the remains of a goblin on the ground where the two trolls were feeding.

He hastily plucked a handful of grass from the ground and weakly prepared to stuff it into his mouth.

Charles stepped forward and shook off the weeds, then squatted down and stared at the troll.

"Come with me," Charles said softly.

"I'm hungry."

"I will make sure you are well-fed and never go hungry again."

"I'm hungry."

"It's okay, we'll eat something right away, meat."

"I'm so hungry..."