I didn't intend to destroy the world.

The sudden arrival of Levitt's divine intervention and the orders from the rotten knife revitalized the gradually demoralizing armed goblins. Their heartbeats, which had been like a death knell, were no longer ringing in their ears, and their fatigue dissipated.

The armed goblins roared and fought fiercely, wielding equipment far superior to that of the enemy.

Despite instantly slaying three goblins, Levitt was not blinded by his excitement. He remained clear-headed and realized something.

These goblins who were hostile to the Rotten Blade tribe were very weak. Not only were their equipment inferior to the Rotten Blade tribe, but their combat strength was also far behind. He understood everything when he saw the goblin corpses all over the ground.

It's worth noting that the Rotten Blade Clan went through two battles last time.

While preparing to deal with the two approaching goblins, Levitt quickly glanced at the direction of the rotten knife.

His goal was to save Rotten Knife, but right now he needed to deal with these henchmen.

Only after clearing out the smaller enemies can these armed goblins help fight the goblin riders.

While his mind was racing, Levitt had already made his move. His short sword transformed into a streak of cold light as it slashed towards the hostile stone axe, severing the axe head and cutting off two green arms at the same time.

The sword is dull, but it can still cut off a goblin's slender arm.

He dodged a spear thrusting from another direction with a spin, and the goblin passed right by him.

Levitt slammed his knee into their thin backs, stomped his foot, and thrust his short sword downwards, easily dispatching both of them.

Looking back at their own armed goblins, they also had the upper hand.

"I'm here to help you!" Levitt shouted, charging forward with his sword drawn.

He shouted that purely to remind these guys that he was on their side.

These armed goblins are also very intelligent. They have all seen Levitt before, and now that they have been helped, they know who is friend and who is foe.

Levitt brandished his short sword and, together with his companions, attacked the remaining enemies from both sides, quickly eliminating them all.

Blood was splattered everywhere, and limbs were scattered.

To be honest, Levitt never expected that he would end up helping goblins fight.

There are only five armed goblins left. In such a short time, Rotten Blade has lost nearly half of his men.

"Damn it! You actually associate with humans?" the goblin rider roared, seeing that he was now all alone, he turned around and rode away on his dire wolf.

The man with the broken knife was clearly exhausted and no longer able to pursue.

Levitt dropped his short sword and quickly cocked his crossbow, but by the time he aimed again, the rider had vanished.

"Damn it," he cursed.

The sounds of fighting ceased, replaced by a bloody stench and an eerie stillness that sent a chill down Levitt's spine.

Six goblins with ferocious faces and covered in blood were staring straight at him, along with the demonic wolf.

Levitt blinked, about to speak, when he heard Rotten Knife, holding his spear high, shout, "Levitt!"

"Long live!" The remaining five armed goblins raised their hands, and even the dire wolf howled.

"Levitt!"

"Long live!"

"Levitt!"

"Long live!"

Levitt suddenly felt a pleasant sense of acceptance and admiration, rubbed his nose with a finger, and smiled:

"Hey buddy."

......

Returning to the cave of the rotten knife, Levitt was filled with emotion. Although only a day and a night had passed, he had gone from being a prisoner to a hero.

Sitting in the cave's living room, with fruit and roasted meat laid out before him, several pairs of puzzled and longing eyes stared at him from a distance.

"Come on." Levitt beckoned to the goblin cubs and pointed to the food in front of him.

"Get out of here." A goblin with a gentle-looking face passed by, chased away the cubs, and bowed respectfully to Levitt.

It looks like a bow, but it looks strange no matter how you look at it.

In Goblin language, there are no polite words like "thank you," and their behavior is clearly one of them.

Also, Levitt hadn't seen this goblin the last time he was here; it was wearing more fabric, had a softer face, and a noticeable bulge on its chest...

Is this a female goblin?

It seems that, just as Rotten Knife said, goblins really don't need females from other races to reproduce.

"Rotten Knife and Old Scar are checking on the wounded, you'll have to wait a little longer." The female goblin straightened up at Levitt's signal.

"Just now, you were..." Since there is no word for thank you in Goblin language, Levitt really didn't know how to describe it.

"Thank you." The female goblin actually said this word in Imperial language. "It was Rotten Knife who gave it to me; he's one of my mates."

Upon hearing this, Levitt remembered that Rotten Knife had specifically asked him how his name was translated into Imperial language.

Levitt's intuition was correct; the peculiar goblin, Rotten Knife, was indeed filled with curiosity about the human species.

As for the female goblin saying that the rotten knife was one of her mates, this does not necessarily mean that goblins are a matriarchal society.

Simply put, female goblins are a very important reproductive resource.

The female goblin is called "broodmother," a very simple and straightforward name.

When the foster mother arrived, Levitt thought it was probably at the behest of the rotten knife. She sat down next to Levitt and kept talking to him, perhaps to help him pass the time.

And the rotten knife achieved its goal; during his conversation with the foster mother, Levitt did indeed obtain some useful information.

For example, after Levitt fainted due to the curse the day before yesterday, Rotten Knife originally wanted to take him back, but they were attacked by the adventurer group on the way and had to leave him behind.

The nanny specifically explained to Rotten Knife that Rotten Knife did this because he believed that those humans wouldn't harm Levitt.

Levitt seemed somewhat noncommittal about this.

This reason is neither entirely convincing nor entirely unconvincing.

After chatting for about ten minutes, the foster mother heard the voices of Rotten Knife and Old Scar talking in the passageway, so she said goodbye to Levitt.

Rotten Knife and Old Scar came into the living room and sat opposite Levitt.

As the name suggests, "Old Scar" refers to a long, diagonal scar on the face. It is very old, and the skin is like a leaf hanging on a branch in summer, wrinkled and without any moisture.

He rubbed his mouth with his thick, yellow fingernails and said to Levitt, "I know why you came."

Li Wei nodded and said, "The curse is like a bullseye; the arrows of death are relentlessly flying toward me. I'm about to die."

"Rotten Knife said, Old Scar, you know something about curses—"

"No, I know nothing about curses. I'm just an old goblin," Old Scar suddenly shook his head.

"A lousy knife?" Levitt frowned, thinking to himself, "Is this lousy knife lying to me?"

"Don't rush, let it speak." The green fingers of the man with the rotten knife rubbed the scars left on his face from the battle.

"But God told me what your curse is..." The old man's wrinkled face was mysterious, and his cloudy yellow-green eyes widened as he cautiously asked Levitt:

"She didn't die! She turned into an insect, and she's constantly devouring your life."

"An insect?" Levitt asked, puzzled. "Who?"

"Wriggle, wriggle... the name of that worm... the name of that worm is..." Old Scar suddenly narrowed his eyes, turned away from the stone table, ran to the open space on the other side and wrote and drew on the ground with a stick, muttering something under his breath.

After a long while, it said, "The insect's name is—Crescent Moon."

"Tell me something I don't know," Levitt rolled his eyes.