-Goblin Tribes-

A small white goblin is running fast on the rugged dirt field, chasing a large group of goblins of the same size, but the skin color of the goblins behind is green, and everywhere these goblins run, there are green goblins. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The white goblin ran fast while holding his head, tears crawling all over his face, falling from his face like strings of dewdrops, in stark contrast to him, the goblins behind him were full of happy smiles, and they were holding all kinds of small things in their hands and throwing them at the goblins in front of them, including small pebbles, wooden blocks, sand...... Densely gathered, no matter how fast the white goblin runs, it is inevitable that something will still be thrown.

"Why? Why am I always being bullied? Aren't we of the same kind? Should I be considered a heretic because my skin is different from yours? If one day I have the power, then I will destroy you all and make you suffer ten thousand times heavier than mine!! "The white goblin's eyes shone with childish hatred.

The white goblin walked briskly around a corner, and suddenly he was pulled into a dark corner by a hand, and at the same time, his mouth was tightly covered by a hand, "Don't make a sound! A dull voice rang out from behind him, and the goblins who had been chasing him ran noisily in front of him, but it was good that he didn't make a sound, otherwise he would have been discovered.

After the goblins left, the white goblin desperately tried to take away the hand covering his mouth, but he was naturally weak and had no strength to break free, and the continuous running just now had consumed a lot of his physical strength.

"Oh! Excuse me! The hand finally let go, maybe he noticed that the white goblin's eyes had become as white as his skin? If you continue to cover his mouth like this, the white goblin will probably die at his hands.

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" The white goblin covered his neck and coughed dryly for a while, and then took a big breath of air, and it took him a while before he had time to look up at the savior behind him or the mysterious person who almost became a murderer. In front of him was a green goblin that was just as thin as him, and this goblin was significantly thinner than the goblin who was chasing him, with a shabby piece of cloth full of holes wrapped around his waist, and it had also fallen off.

"Hello! My name is Sherlock? Golind! What is your name? Sherlock gestured to the white goblin with his dirty right hand.

It wasn't just this dirty hand holding my mouth, was it? I felt sick just thinking about it, but the white goblin's eyes somehow dimmed.

"I ...... I don't have a name! I was picked up outside, like an abandoned wild dog. The white goblin's tone was a little low, and I wondered if Sherlock noticed that his eyes were also full of shallow hatred, and they were so dazzling in this dark corner.

"Alright! Then now you're called Kaino! Hello Kaino! My name is Sherlock! Sherlock said to himself, revealing his yellow, mutilated teeth, and grinning at the white goblin before holding out his right hand again.

"Kaino?" The white goblin asked suspiciously, looking at Sherlock's eyes full of shock, who is this guy? Why do you call people like this casually? And it looks stupid.

"That's right! It's Kaino, that's the name I gave you! I'm sorry, that's all I can think of, if you don't like it, tell me! Now we're friends! Sherlock saw that the white goblin had not shaken his hand, so he took the initiative to pull him up, firmly held her hand and shook it tightly, making the white goblin a little unable to stand.

But the white goblin seemed to be a little happy, because he laughed too, looking at Sherlock's face with the same idiotic smile as him, but happy.

"I finally have a name!"

Maybe Sherlock didn't know what his casual name meant to Kaino, which made Kaino feel like he wasn't an inconsequential person anymore, and he finally had his own code name in this world! And Sherlock just said something very important: now we are friends! This means even more to Kaino, he didn't expect to make friends, this is what he craves the most!

Sherlock and Kaino met in this way, and although Kaino always said that Sherlock gave him a bad name, every time Sherlock called him, he would come running from afar. Sometimes they will steal the shopkeeper's things together, and they will avoid the pursuit of vicious dogs together, when someone bullies them, if there are fewer people, they will fight back, of course, they will still be beaten by others in the end, but even so, they are still very happy, even if they are full of darkness, but they can see the light in each other's eyes. The two of them lived a relatively happy time like this, but no matter how good the happiness is, it will still be shattered in the end, this is fate, it is not powerless that they can resist, no matter how they shout, they will still be swallowed up by the darkness in the end.

There is a tradition within the Goblin tribe that when a Goblin reaches adulthood, he participates in a traditional event to determine his future status, similar to measuring his future potential.

On that day, the whole sky was gray, and the black pressure seemed to collapse at any moment, and the ceremony was held in such weather. Dozens of young goblins gathered in a clearing, and they gathered around a stage made of wood, and in the center of the stage was a huge stone with some unintelligible words on it, like random scribbles but as if they had their own patterns.

An old goblin came to the center of the stage on crutches and recited an obscure language, looking at his crumbling appearance as if he would die at any moment, I wonder if he would die of exhaustion after reading these words? But in the end, he didn't fall, and finally shouted a loud voice to herald the beginning of the ceremony, what a long-lived old goblin, he should have lived no less than a hundred years old, right? Sherlock thought.

The ritual is simple, as soon as the young goblins walk up to the stage and touch the huge stone with their small hands, the stone will glow accordingly, and the future potential of the goblins can be known according to the size and color of the light. It's an old tradition, I don't know when this ancient stone was handed down, and its origin is unknown to even the oldest goblins, but this test method is surprisingly effective.

"Next! Shylock! Sherlock heard his name called, his body couldn't help but tense, just now almost all the goblins have been tested, the light emitted by the stone is big and small, dazzling and dim, those older goblins change their attitude towards them according to their test results, for those goblins with potential, the elders immediately run over to offer their courtesy. The goblins who made the stone glow faintly were immediately left out in the cold, and even their companions who were standing together were a big step away from him, looking so alone.

Originally, Sherlock was not qualified for the test, he just ran over to make up for it, and of course he hoped that the stone that was very ugly in his heart would suddenly shine brighter than anyone else. With such wishful thinking, Sherlock stepped up his thin calves and walked onto the stage step by step, and there was still constant laughter around him, obviously not optimistic about him.

Sherlock walked over to the stone, which was a few heads taller than him, took a deep breath, and then stretched out his hand and pressed it against the stone like all the goblins in front of him.

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After a long while, the stone did not react at all, and remained in its place motionless, not even emitting any light, not changing at all!

"Hahahaha!" Bursts of laughter came from all around, one after another, and they didn't stop for a long time. No way! This stone didn't react at all, it couldn't be broken, right? No matter how bad it is, there will be a little glimmer! It's so faceless, and it doesn't shine at all.

"Talent 0!" The old goblin shouted to everyone in front of Sherlock, and told Sherlock to take away his straining hand, naively thinking that with a little force he could make the stone react a little, but even when he stepped down, the stone still didn't move, and only the older goblins who were still laughing at him were still laughing at him.

"Next! Keno! The old goblin's voice rang out again, and the loud laughter died down. Since Sherlock is here, of course Kaino, who is inseparable from him, is also here, but he was pulled by Sherlock together, don't look at Sherlock as if he is a big brother, in fact, he is even more timid than Kaino! If he was asked to come by himself in such a big scene, he might have turned around nervously and fled halfway.

"Don't worry, Sherlock! Anyway, you and I are with you! Wait for me! I'll be right back! You see almost all the adults here, let's go back and ransack their house, that abominable big dog still needs you to deal with it! So be confident, you're the best! Kaino encouraged Sherlock and said, Sherlock listened to his words, and the sadness in his heart was reduced a lot, yes! No matter how bad it is, it's not like this, and it's really my own wishful thinking to soar into the sky.

Sherlock watched Kaino walk onto the stage, expecting Kaino to come back and steal with him immediately. But he didn't know that he was watching Kaino leave, and if he knew what was going to happen next, Sherlock wouldn't have pulled Kaino to participate in this bullshit ceremony.

"Come on! Put your hand on this stone! The old goblin said tepidly to Kaino, Kaino is already the last, as long as he finishes the test, this ritual can be over, then he can go back to rest, this ritual is really tiring, he has been standing for dozens of minutes.

Kaino didn't look at the old goblin, because he knew what the old goblin would look at him, it was too familiar, so he didn't look at it! But the old goblin overlooked one thing: the protagonist was always the last to appear.

Kaino casually put his hand on the stone, intending to just mean it, and his feet were even ready to run back, but this was the moment when the unbelievable scene was born.

The stone glowed with a dazzling silver light for a moment, and everyone's eyes were stung by the dazzling silver light, only Kaino and Sherlock were looking at each other, and each other's eyes were only the other's figures, but they were also interrupted by the surprise change. The stone was still slowly shaking, as if it contained a huge power that was about to explode at this moment! Then a huge lightning bolt fell from the gray sky, and the lightning struck the stone and made the silver light more and more brilliant, and everyone could not help but close their eyes.

After a while, the strange sight subsided, and all the goblins opened their eyes and looked at Kaino like monsters, but it was not an exaggeration to say that Kaino was a monster now. Kaino has already pulled his hand away from the stone, and the stone must have calmed down because of this, right?! But the sky was not just gray, silver snakes of light crawled in the clouds, ready to bite at the people below.

The old goblin's eyes when he looked at Kaino had completely changed, he was no longer drowsy, and his whole person was energetic, "...... Not...... Limitless! His voice trembled, and his hand holding Kaino was raised high! The goblins in the audience went from dumbfounded to cheering, and all rushed to the stage to surround Kaino.

Kaino was at a loss, and stretched out his little hand like dry wood to Sherlock in the distance, and Sherlock also stretched out his little hand to Kaino, and kept running towards Kaino! But the goblins who surrounded him squeezed the skinny Sherlock aside in an instant, and Sherlock could only watch helplessly as Kaino slowly disappeared from his sight, no matter how much he squeezed in.

Since then, everything has changed, Kaino has become the king of the tribe, and has become the most cultivated talent in the tribe, there are people following him all the time, and the living, use, and food are the best in the tribe! Sherlock was alone again, still agonizing over how to get around the vicious dog and get the bread from the window, and went back to the low hole and shrunk in the cold night, and there was no one to eat with him, and no one to warm up with him in the middle of the night. The worst thing is that for some reason, Kaino, who was closest to him in the past, actually bullied Sherlock in turn, constantly driving him to a dead end, and making his thin body constantly hurt and injured!

Sherlock then left the goblin tribe and began to wander the continent, and it is unknown what happened to Kaino.