A stream in the middle of the forest, where the marching goblins rest.

Goblins have strong night vision, do not light torches, and are difficult to detect by enemies when they stay at night.

Ragged ordinary goblins, scattered around the corners.

Quarrel with your companions, take a nap against a tree, drink water by a stream, sharpen your weapon by a rock, or catch a fish, catch some small animals and beetles in the grass, and stuff them into your mouth and chew them up before they resist.

The number is eight or nine hundred, and there is no order at all.

But they were noisy and did not dare to approach and disturb one place - the upstream of the stream, a fault two or three meters high.

Streams were scattered like beads from this fault.

The lower reaches were dirty with goblin minions, but it was very clear.

Although there is also a groomer, he is guarded by two goblins whose rank appears to be higher than the pawn.

Adult males have a well-proportioned and toned muscle, a flat crotch, and a lighter complexion than the green skin of other goblins.

It sat on a rock in the middle of a stream, its slender legs, only below its knees, its white hair soaked to its back.

His hands rested on his thighs, and his five fingers were not like the pointed claws of a normal goblin, but Terran-like nails.

Even its eyes, nose, mouth, and even eyebrows are indistinguishable from those of the Terrans, with only a pair of pointed ears remaining physically similar to those of its kind.

Immerse your head in the flowing water, the swaying reflection.

"No matter how many times you look at it, it looks like a green-skinned elf—" it exclaimed in a clear, powerful voice.

It is the king of the goblins, with the strongest strength, the chosen one of the royal bloodlines of the goblin tribe.

"It's true that there are some differences with us, but that doesn't change it, you are our king." The Goblin Warrior who was waiting beside him bowed his head.

The warrior was short but muscular and carried two iron maces.

The same tribe has survived the longest war, and is 9 years old. It doesn't have a piece of armor on its body, as it excels in a kind of magic that hardens the skin.

Before mastering this magic, his left eye was blinded by a sharp weapon, leaving a scar, the only scar in his life, which earned him the name Scar by the king and his fellow people.

"yes... Don't say it's you, my appearance, isn't it also very close to you? The other goblin said, with a hint of pride in his tone.

This goblin is the same as the king, and it is also the body of a human race, except that the head has no hair, and it still has a pointed nose, pointed ears, and interlaced teeth, and only the face is like most goblins.

It seemed to be very optimistic about its figure, wearing the Zhou Zheng dress plundered from the Terrans, a black seat with few folds, most of which was worn by a nobleman to ceremonies and round tables.

At its waist, it carried a katana that had been lost here from the Eastern Continent, slender and curved. From the scabbard to the blade, it is delicately decorated with patterns, but it has been modified by it to add some of its favorite drawings - bones and hearts.

It was also after obtaining the katana that the name of it changed within the clan - samurai, although it did not look like it, also had a bit of a sense of ridicule.

The samurai resembled the Goblin King most in size, including himself, as well as a few ordinary goblins, who believed that the Samurai was the successor to the next king.

As long as the current king dies, the next choice of the bloodline is likely to be the samurai, which firmly believes in it, and its heart is full of anticipation.

Even so, he was still loyal to the king and did not dare to do anything that was not conducive to the king's survival, which was an instinctive bondage.

Scar and the samurai both bowed their heads, they were the goblin king's right-hand men, the most meritorious in the tribe, and the goblin knight's iron bone, the existence he always wanted to be.

Waiting for the king's response.

"But legend has it that goblins were once a member of the elven race, a mutated race after being corrupted by magic...", the goblin king continued, "and every time I look at my face as I grow up, I believe it more and more." ”

The Goblin King was chosen at the time of his birth, and he has just turned three years old this year, surpassing the adult age of the human race in both mental and biological age.

"Either way, I'm honored to be a goblin." The samurai said with emotion, poetically gesturing his hands, "Fighting, plundering, and carefree pleasure are much stronger than those of the elves who are unhappy!" ”

Scar glanced at him, as if he wanted to say something, and was preempted by the other party.

"That's enough, let's keep marching, my need for cleanliness is also higher than that of the pawn, and this is probably where the elves are bound in their hearts," the Goblin King stood up and looked back at the dirty ordinary goblins under the fault, "Samurai, bring me my clothes." ”

"Yes~" The samurai bowed, and walked away with a happy expression, going to the rocks outside the stream to retrieve the clothes that had been put on hold.

Scar gritted his teeth, because the king gave priority to sending samurai, and it was clear that his own combat exploits were higher than those of samurai, just because it would slap his horse?

The long red shawl swept by, and the Goblin King was already dressed in his exclusive costume.

Gray clothes and trousers, with a red shawl on the shoulder, modeled after the proper dress of a Terran king, the surface of the shawl is a sacred tree coat of arms drawn by the samurai according to the king's request.

Amun, the sacred tree, is the ancient giant tree that thrives the goblins, and the Goblin King has a special gratitude for them.

"Gather, go." The Goblin King commanded the samurai.

As soon as the samurai was about to respond, he heard a sound in the air, as if something was shuttling among the leaves.

At this point, the dull scar has not yet had time to discover.

The Goblin King, on the other hand, doesn't care about that.

The samurai reached out and gently grasped the hilt, and without anyone seeing it draw it, he slashed upwards.

A branch near the Goblin King's head falls and is caught by the samurai with one hand.

"Wang ——..." "Oops!"

Immediately after that, a short figure fell from a branch and slammed into the ground.

Because it didn't climb the branch that happened to be cut off by the samurai.

Scar then discovers that it is Hughes, a goblin archer.

"Idiot! If you jumped on that branch, wouldn't the leaves fall on top of the king's head!? The samurai rebuked, intending to kick it, "Do you want to insult the king!?" ”

It was stopped by the king, who didn't care if the leaves would fall on its shoulders or head.

That's why the samurai made the decision to cut the branches of the tree in the air.

"Sorry, King! Please forgive me! ”

The archer fell to his knees on one knee, humbly begging for mercy.

"Nothing, what about things? Brought? Wang Pingping asked.

The archer presented the letter with both hands, and the king unfolded it to read it...

……

"Huh!?" It frowned in surprise.

It also caused the three goblins to be nervous, swallowed their saliva, and silently waited for the king to say something.

"After drinking blood, the iron bones were defeated..."

"What!?" The third goblin who heard this sentence responded loudly in disbelief, completely forgetting the attitude he should have, because he didn't believe from the beginning that a weak village would defeat the iron bones strengthened by drinking the king's blood.

"And at the end of this letter, it can be seen that the shaman's canine tooth is also dead, and it is its last pen..."

The three goblins were speechless in astonishment, only Wang casually threw away the letter and raised the corners of his mouth with a sneer.

"This battle will be more interesting than I thought."