In the deep pit, when the membrane broke out of the afterbirth coat connected to the roots of the tree, the Goblin King had a clear memory, no matter the surrounding wind, temperature, and wafting breath... and a mission that seems to have been instilled by heaven - to lead these guys, plunder and encroach.

The elderly goblin in front of him held his skinny self in both hands, and with a happy face, he called out to his companions: "King! It's the king! ... A new king is born! ”

Although I didn't understand the meaning of that sentence at the time, after a few months I became proficient in the language of my own family, which is also the lingua franca of the whole continent, and I remembered every word I had heard since I was born, and understood them.

Even if he is in the stage of not understanding, no one dares to quietly speak out against himself.

With a large number of sounds and images, Goblin King can be heard and remembered.

He is extremely talented in fighting, and he can defeat the tallest and strongest goblin of the clan in a bare hand fight without training at all, and it was still when he was a child.

In addition, he was born with a special kind of magic - blood magic, which can not only be used by himself, but also can strengthen the comprehensive ability of his clan with a small amount, including the ability to learn magic, and the ability to enhance his own body after devouring animal muscles.

However, if you give too much blood, you will go crazy and become a puppet that can only carry out orders, but the advantage is that your combat power can be greatly improved.

At the same time, only one of the Goblin King's bloods can be mad, and giving the second Goblin the same amount of blood will cause it to be poisoned to death.

Therefore, in the Goblin King's childhood, he did not have to participate in combat training, he did not have special partners with similar interests, and he was feared by all sides of his clan... The rest is just respect and flattery for it.

Fortunately, that childhood was extremely short-lived.

By the time he was two years old, the Goblin King had grown to adult size.

It doesn't mind what it has experienced before, it doesn't live for itself after all, it always remembers the mission it was engraved when it was born, and it doesn't hesitate to sacrifice its life to complete it.

The Goblin King's alternating feet are like the wind, running under the starry night.

The light green body makes him highly integrated with the environment and not particularly conspicuous.

In order to avoid dust from stepping underneath, it chooses to step on grass and rocks.

Long white hair, red shawl, and rapid undulation with the air currents behind the forward.

Because of his talent for memory, the content of the letter sent back by the shaman is still vivid in his mind, and with the hand-drawn map in it, the route of the Goblin Legion is much clearer.

Especially when the magic of the most thorny mages is sealed, and it is already difficult to find the mine village with the magic detection method.

In his first few letters, the shaman said that the strongest Terran mage in the village was worth guarding, and felt that he had the strength to rival the Goblin King.

So it's a blessing that he's now sealed with his magic sealed?

The snorting Goblin King doesn't think so, and with his subordinates behind his back, it also has a bit of its own arrogance, but it only feels that the shaman still lacks some experience in judging the battle situation...

"Goo~"

It seems that when it was time to eat, the Goblin King made a small cry in his stomach.

In order to make the Goblin King extremely strong, the frequency of feeding reminders in his body is much higher than that of his kind.

They left in a hurry, and did not bring out any rations from the ranks.

At this time, a hovering vulture, which just obscures the red moon "Arte" in the night sky, reveals its wide wingspan, and the Goblin King no longer has to search for temporary food.

With a wave of its hand, the vulture under the moon began to fall like a marionette with a broken string, without even screaming.

The Goblin King looked casual, reaching out and catching it, as if anticipating which way the slain vultures would fall.

In his hand, the top of the vulture's head was pierced with a bloody needle, with a degree of delicacy that would not be easily noticed.

When the Goblin King touches the Blood Needle, it turns into a liquid that converges on the Goblin King's fingertips, penetrating back into the skin from the pores, and the nutrients under the eyes are not to be wasted.

Slowly opening his mouth, revealing his Terran-like white teeth, he bit at the vulture, not caring if he would swallow the feathered flesh and the hard bones wrapped in the flesh, because they could all be digested by the Goblin King.

"Oh~?" It paused to eat, and found that at the end of the field, there was an unnatural forest of birch trees, arranged as if it had been planted by man.

Behind the birch grove there seemed to be the ruins of collapsed houses, and further behind it all, there was a windless night, a wisp of smoke straight up...

These scenes only occupy a particularly small point in the Goblin King's field of vision, and ordinary people are not aware of it at all.

It was the smoke that rose from the village of Liv when he was striking iron and adding wood to the stove, which happened to attract the king's attention.

"It's faster than expected, maybe it's early morning when we get there," said the Goblin King.

The remains of the vulture were quickly eaten, and the blood on its hands and mouth was cleaned, as if it were its own blood, and it did not have to suck its fingers after eating.

But the blood inhaled cannot be used for oneself like one's own blood, but can only be used as nutrients.

The Goblin King is much faster than both of his troops.

It was past midnight, and it arrived near the birch grove in front of the village at its estimated time, instead of standing alone in the back hill as his subordinates had said.

It can be concealed.

According to the Goblin King's mobility, it is not difficult to climb back and forth from the back mountain.

It would be difficult for the Terrans who were preparing to flee to the sky...

So you can wait until you get to the mine quietly from the village, and then cross over. Because there is one thing that the king is very concerned about - the cause of the death of Iron Bone.

It was a mad puppet that used a lot of Goblin King blood, and as long as the head was not separated and the nutrients were sufficient, it had inexhaustible self-healing power.

Moreover, the solidified king's blood was harder than steel, and it could not be destroyed by conventional attacks, enough to protect its head with iron bones, but it was still solved.

This is also the reason why the Goblin King, who arrived first, did not directly start the massacre of the villagers of the mining village, otherwise with the strength it considers to be strong, nothing is invincible, unless there is some kind of power that can restrain its blood.

Sneak into the village now, or don't rush to kill and startle the snake. The priority is to identify the threat and assassinate him before he is alert......

The Goblin King sniffed, and there were three Terran breaths behind the birch forest.

It then shuttled through the forest in a swift and silent motion, and in the blink of an eye it reached the outside of the vine walls of Liv Village.

At this moment, the three of Grim, yawning, were sleepy-eyed, leaning on the branches of the birch trees of the three branches, and from time to time watching for the invading of the goblin army in the distance.

The three trees are a little far apart, so you can observe a large area.

The birch log branches that the village chief had cultivated were so strong that even the fat man stood on a slender branch, looked out, and then sat down heavily, and the branches did not shake much, nor did they click when they were broken.

"Hey, who can see clearly on such a big night?" The fat man complained.

"Isn't there moonshine? What else do you want, but don't light torches and oil lamps here, that would be tantamount to exposing our position. The skinny man in another tree responded.

"Shhhh Be quiet, enemies may hear us, goblins have ears," Grim warned in a suppressed voice.

The two of them covered their mouths and promised not to speak again.

Then Grim pointed to the tallest birch tree in the forest, "One last reminder to you, don't climb the tallest tree, for some reason, there is a big gap under it that has been cut down, the village chief said that if the bark of the trunk is destroyed, the vitality of the whole tree will be greatly reduced, and the bearing capacity will also be reduced, especially the current state of the tree in Theon Viren Lauges Funiskle, the current state of that tree, you will definitely collapse if you go up!" ”

Unbeknownst to them, the tree that had almost broken had been cut by Horf during the day to make a proper scabbard.

"Hmm," the fat man scratched his head.

"Alright, stop talking and watch and see!" Grim followed.

At this moment, the Goblin King was under the tree where Grim was, and glanced up at him.

It was really a flawed swordsman, and it must not be the person he was looking for, the Goblin King recalled the description of the shaman in his letter, and the person who killed it was a young man armed with a slender one-handed sword and wearing dark splitting armor...... I don't know, is it the same person who killed the iron bones?

The king's figure also seemed to be faintly detected by Grim's afterglow.

"Huh?" Grim buried his head... But he didn't see anything, and narrowed his eyes in confusion.

The swift Goblin King had disappeared beyond the vine wall, almost sneaking into the village under the three Grims, unnoticed or heard......