Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

Chapter 91 Morika the Demon, the Fallen Saintess.

The goblin general did not answer and left, leaving only Maurice with his familiar yet unfamiliar back view.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?!" Maurice roared, trying to chase after him.

However, just as he was about to take a step, the earth suddenly began to shake violently.

Countless vines sprouted from the ground, intertwining like giant snakes to form a solid barrier, firmly blocking Morris's path.

"Crunch, crunch!"

At the same time, a series of hurried footsteps came from nearby.

Goblins emerged from the darkness, weapons in hand, shrieking and swarming towards Maurice.

"I don't have time to play with you guys right now."

Morris's face darkened, and he drew the longsword from behind him. The blade gleamed with a cold light, and a strong killing intent emanated from him.

Just then, the World Voice notification sounded in his ear:

[When facing enemy goblins, your exclusive skill "Goblin Slayer" activates.]

[Your hatred for goblins is beyond imagination; your goblin attack power is increased by 200%]

As the notification sound rang out, Maurice's magic surged instantly.

I'm in a bad mood today.

Morris slowly raised his eyes, his gaze bloodshot, like that of a crazed beast.

"So, I can't be so 'gentle' towards you anymore!"

He roared and charged out of the vines like a bolt of lightning, rushing into the goblin horde.

"Crunch, crunch!"

As soon as the goblins spotted Maurice, they raised their weapons to fight back.

However, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Morris's terrifying power.

A flash of sword light appeared, and the goblins fell one after another into pools of blood.

Morris rampaged through the goblin horde like a raging lion, leaving a trail of blood and corpses in his wake.

His eyes were filled with nothing but killing and rage; he wanted to wipe out all these goblins!

The night was dark.

A crescent moon hung in the sky, casting a soft, silvery glow.

In the quiet of the night, Morika, dressed in a black bodysuit, had a graceful figure and her eyes gleamed with a cunning light.

"Ouch!"

Morika touched her head, looking pained.

"I never expected that this goblin general here would be so strong, killing one of my equals."

It took me a day to recover.

"However, it's not a big problem."

Morika slowly raised her head, looked at the Goblin General's castle in front of her, and smiled.

That's right, the commotion they caused earlier attracted most of the goblins and the goblin general away.

Just to confirm one thing.

Although it ultimately failed, it brought an unexpected surprise.

Morika chuckled softly, remembering the goblin brat.

But tonight, for some reason, the goblin general seems to have gone out, and that sense of danger has also disappeared.

In other words, there are no monsters in her current lair that can threaten her.

With that thought in mind, Morika quietly slipped into the Goblin General's room.

Just to confirm one thing.

Morika approached step by step.

Then in a room, on a bed, in goblin territory.

Lying there was a woman she knew.

The woman was dressed in a white dress, with long hair flowing over her shoulders. Her face was stunningly beautiful, like a fairy descending to earth.

It's just a pity that the hideous and ugly scars on that face completely ruined that beauty.

However, what stunned Morika was neither beauty nor the scar that destroyed all beauty.

But the person in front of her was someone she knew.

And, it was extremely familiar to me.

A woman who shouldn't exist here, but exists in a goblin's lair.

Elena

"I knew I wasn't mistaken."

Morika smiled slightly.

That familiar yet repulsive aura was indeed coming from this guy.

"Seriously, are you still pretending to be asleep? And what's wrong with your face?"

Morika smiled slightly at the sleeping Elena and asked:

"Disturbing a sleeping woman."

Elena slowly opened her eyes, looked at the uninvited guest in front of her, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Is this the etiquette of your demon race?"

"Our etiquette varies from person to person."

Morika covered her mouth and looked at Elena with a mocking expression.

"You agree, right, Goblin Starfury?"

Or perhaps...

"Should I address you as Her Highness, Holy Maiden of the Holy Light Church?"

Morika paid the highest respects to Elena.

But the mockery on his face and in his eyes never diminished.

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Elena remained unfazed by Morika's taunts.

She lowered her eyelashes.

It seems she is recalling that painful past.

"From the moment I was tied to the fire, I was no longer the saint Elena."

"You can call me Alina, of course."

Elena smiled faintly, her purple eyes filled with tenderness.

"You can call me Alina Sky, wife of Goblin General Sky."

"oh!"

Morika carefully examined the area and indeed could not sense a trace of divine power.

A strange emotion welled up inside her, a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

This is Elena, who once defeated the Demon King.

Now it has become the Star Fury of the Goblins, what exactly happened?

wrong!

Morika's eyes widened as if she had heard something incredible.

"What did you just say, you bastard?"

Did she mishear?

The Goblin General's wife?

That pure and innocent saint, as pure as an iceberg, married an ugly goblin?

She must have misheard!

Absolutely, you misheard.

Otherwise, how could such a thing have been discovered?

"What's wrong?"

Elena's lips curled up, revealing a playful expression.

"Are you surprised by this?"

What do you think?

Morika frowned as she looked at Elena, who was so composed despite lacking holy power.

"That's really disappointing!"

Elena chuckled softly. "I would be very happy if you could bless my engagement."

"hehe"

Morika sneered.

"Are you trying to get your former defeated opponent to wish you well?"

"By the way..."

Morika seemed to have thought of something, and her eerie eyes flashed with a mocking light:

"What do you think the Church of Holy Light would do if they knew you existed?"

Elena sensed the provocation and contempt in Morika's words, but she only gave a faint laugh.

"That's not good."

"If you bring those old guys along, then we'll be even more grateful."

At this point, Morika could sense Elena's terrifying killing intent.

"Oh, really!"

"Then on my way back, I will seek out the bard and let your wonderful story spread throughout the entire Western Continent."

Morika's eyes were fixed on Elena, as if she wanted to see Elena lose her composure.

Unfortunately, Elena remained calm and composed throughout.

No, what gives her the right?!

He clearly lost his divine power.

Why, from then until now, did he never even look at her directly?!

(End of this chapter)