And just like that, a year passed.

Roland is six years old.

A beam of sunlight shone through the window lattice on the buttocks of a small person on the bed, and the quilt was pressed against the corner of the bed by the calves. The long light blue hair was scattered like silk satin, covering the back of the child's shoulders.

He scratched his buttocks, turned over and lay down, vaguely heard someone calling, he slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly, a pair of huge stools met the "eyes", and trembled, making his mind clear, "staring" wide-eyed (Slime's Eye), and his gaze moved up.

I saw a goblin girl with green skin, big eyes, and a black single ponytail, and her face was dotted with some cute freckles, and she smiled sweetly, and said, "Chief, it's time to eat, and the deputy chief asked me to call you." ”

The sound is also sweet.

The goblin girl in front of him was the goblin patriarch Browna's old goods, and he gave him a servant, a goblin girl who was only thirteen years old.

"Uh, it's Rebecca, okay, I'll get up now, what time is it, uh, what time is it?" Roland sat up and rubbed his eyes, feeling that he hadn't slept enough yet, and had gotten up a little early.

"Chief, it's noon. Rebecca said helplessly.

"Well, yes, it looks like I've got a talent for sleeping, haha. Roland made a lukewarm joke, and he didn't feel embarrassed, because he believed that Rebecca was used to getting up so "early".

"Chief Chief!"

"It's early for the chief!"

Open the door, stretch your old waist, meet the bright sunshine, the refreshing breeze, and everyone is saying hello to him along the way. Whether it's a Terran, or a Goblin. Some goblins even joked with him after they got acquainted with him.

For the goblins, they originally thought that after becoming slaves, life would be very hard, because he had seen those slaves in the big tribes, who lived very miserably, had endless work, desperately squeezed labor, and did not heal when they were sick, and when they died, they were thrown into the mountains and forests, and let the monsters eat them.

However, to their surprise, Roland was so salty, half the time he slept, he would never sit when he could lie down, and he didn't think about tossing them at all, whether it was a difficult situation in life, or someone was sick or injured, as long as Brown couldn't solve it, tell him, he would come forward to coordinate and solve it.

And his attitude has gradually affected the original people of the tribe, they have gradually changed from the original rejection and targeting to the current "goblins are not as bad as imagined", "hunting is a good hand" and so on, which has to be said that Roland played a great role, and also made the goblins' attitude towards him slowly change from the original awe and fear.

Of course, the main reason may be that the goblins who have harmed the Sword Spirit Tribe are almost all dead in the battle, and even those who survive are forced to solve by the slave contract because the hatred is too deep, even if the hatred is still shallow, they also gave up the hatred in the soul scorching day and night, and chose to be reluctant.

......

Standing on the cliff of the back mountain of the Sword Spirit Tribe, as far as the eye can see, among the lush mountains and forests, there is a huge tribe of wood and stone structure, with solid circular stone walls and rows of wooden houses, Kane patrols the streets with a guard team composed of Terrans and Goblins, the old people gather around the altar to bask in the sun, Deputy Chief Oret and Goblin Patriarch Brown are arguing about something, Hart and other children are running around on the Golden Horn Demon Wolf, women (Terrans and Goblins) are washing their clothes by the river, and the hunting team is dragging the prey into the tribe happily。

The sun is warm, the breeze is gentle, and it is peaceful.

Roland sat against the tree, looking at this scene, his heart was full of tranquility, beside him, there was a golden-horned demon wolf that was larger than the average demon wolf, it was the wolf king he surrendered half a year ago, it was lying next to Roland, basking in the warm sun, and seemed to be enjoying wagging its tail.

Since the Goblins joined, after a year of development, the Sword Spirit Tribe has expanded at least tenfold, plus during this period, the Nightmare Mountain Range has been relatively peaceful for most of the time, there are few monster riots, and there are few powerful monsters in the outer areas, and even if there are, he has arrived in time to kill them.

So in the past year, the Sword Spirit Tribe has developed very smoothly, and no one has died except for a few people in the hunting team who have been injured.

This is the political achievement, and everyone sees it in their eyes, and they have more and more respect for Roland, even though he thinks he has done nothing, and has been being the boss of the house, leaving most of the things to the deputy chief Oret in charge.

The external hidden danger of the goblin tribe has been solved, and there are few dangerous things on the periphery of the Nightmare Mountain Range, and he is idle, in addition to sleeping every day, he is eating, or he comes to this back cliff to bask in the sun, look at the scenery or something, such a lazy life, so that his cultivation has not increased much in the past year, and his face is a lot rounder.

"Chief Chief, urgent call for help, our side is under attack by an alien enemy, this is where we are, uh......"

Suddenly, Franmy's voice rang in his head, accompanied by a map of the scene, and then there was no news, presumably that he had also been attacked.

Roland stood up, the wolf king also stood up vigilantly, Roland jumped on its back and urged: "Quick, wolf king, we rushed to the rescue, the hunting team is in danger!"

The wolf king roared, and immediately jumped off the back cliff, running like lightning, riding like the wind, a few ups and downs, and then ran out of a mile away.

Judging from the scene from Flamming, there are only five enemies, but the hunting team has more than 200 people, including Sean and Andrew.

When Roland arrives at the scene, he just sees Sean last to fall.

The whole hunting team was put down, lying on the ground, but there was no blood, Roland checked it again, and found that there was no wound, there was still breathing, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had just passed out, and there was still a hypnotic effect of magic in the air, and it seemed that the other party did not want to make a big deal.

He stood up and looked at the five people opposite.

Three men and two women, all with horns on their foreheads, or a pair or a single horn, with tear-stained blood-colored patterns on their faces, and the canine teeth at the corners of their mouths exposed, but the others were the same as those of the human race, and they were glaring at him with a fierce face, as if they had some deep hatred.

"Ghost people?" Roland said uncertainly, vaguely remembering that there was such a race in the game, and it seemed to be like this.

"You know us!" said the red-haired young man with a pair of black horns and red eyes glaring at him viciously.

Roland was a little speechless, hey, not only do I know you, but my whole village knows that the ghost people are difficult to identify?

"Maybe there's some misunderstanding here, so can you explain why you attacked my people?" Roland thought there might be some misunderstanding here, so he asked patiently.

"Don't pretend anymore, monster! I have 'magic perception', I can recognize breath, you can't fool me, show your original form, monster!" shouted the old man with a pair of white horns on his forehead and a head of white hair.