My current name is Grant and I'm a goblin warrior, well, at least it used to be.

When I was a child, I lived in a small tribe in the southern Goblin Kingdom, where my family shepherded sheep for the tribal leader.

My family is very poor, it is said that my ancestors have been very poor, and my family of eight children has not had enough food for as long as I can remember, nor have I worn decent clothes. The names of my siblings are also indiscriminate, and I don't want to mention my original name at all anyway.

That year, another brother died, and the chief came to my house and told my father that a boy from my family should go to the northern border. Looking at the cowardly appearance of my eldest brother, I dreamed of becoming a noble warrior, so I stood up.

The chief laughed when he saw me, patted my father on the shoulder, and said that he had given birth to a good son! And just like that, I became a goblin warrior on the northern border.

It was only then that I realized that the actual situation was not at all what I thought. I didn't come here to be a warrior, I became a primitive.

For some unknown reason, the lord here requires us to wear the most primitive clothes, use the most primitive weapons, and face the harshest punishment if we violate the rules.

Of course, this kind of punishment is only verbal, because the people who are on the border here are all poor, and they are still the kind of people who can't open the pot at home, so how can they have spare money to buy clothes, let alone weapons and equipment.

After more than a year here, I gradually got used to the tribal life here, used to seeing the ugly women here, and even more accustomed to hearing the news of the barbarians from the north entering and looting the population.

My biggest hope in my heart is to cut off the heads of some barbarians, become a true warrior of the Goblin Kingdom by virtue of military exploits, and live a prosperous life.

Probably because the northern barbarians were so fierce that the lord finally decided to send troops to attack them, even though this attack is said to have been maintained for thousands of years without results. But I'm still very happy because I don't have to do the heavy farm work anymore.

Looking at the army of nearly 10,000 people, those ogre warriors with large wooden clubs, and the boar riders running around, I firmly believe that I can teach these northern barbarians a hard lesson, and I can cut off at least ten of their heads.

With the dream of wearing warrior armor, I carried the bone spear issued to me on my back and set out with my companions.

At first, our attack went very well, and soon destroyed the fortress of the barbarians, killing everyone inside. Unfortunately, I didn't get my head, which made me a little frustrated.

Soon after, news came from the front that the barbarian army had arrived, and they were blocking a checkpoint ahead. The big war I've been waiting for is finally about to break out.

After a period of rest, the commander set out with a few thousand of us first, while the lord pressed the battle behind.

In a place called Yunshan Pass, we finally went to war with the barbarians. The war was very tragic, we lost nearly a thousand people in the first two days, especially the kind of bear goblins transformed by magic, the strength is very terrifying, even the ogre warriors may not be able to beat them.

On the third day, the Commander said that today was the real decisive battle, and that we should all join the battle.

Before the battle began, I felt the fluctuations of magic in my body, which surprised me very much, the hero of the kingdom came.

Because of the blessing of magic, our attack was like a bamboo, and the barbarians suffered heavy casualties and kept retreating. Although they are very fierce, they have little power to resist against an army led by heroes, even if our weapons are very rudimentary.

In that battle, I cut off the heads of two barbarians with my own hands, and looking at the frightened and painful expressions of the other before they died, I felt very happy, and I felt that I was not far from becoming a noble warrior of the kingdom.

But at this moment, the morale of the barbarians suddenly soared, and the news came from behind that our hero had been killed by the enemy's hero!

Most of us were stunned to hear this, which caused our morale to plummet, and then the disappearance of the magic fluctuations on our bodies made the whole army even worse, and the barbarians frantically increased their attack.

Finally, we were defeated, and countless people threw away their weapons and ran backwards in terror. I also threw away the spear in my hand and ran backwards with the crowd. But alas, I was not as fast as those barbarians, and I was scared when I watched my companions next to me being brutally killed by the barbarians one by one, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to them and begging for mercy.

And just like that, I survived, as a slave, and was taken to a huge tribe. It was here that I realized that the barbarians we had heard of were actually very powerful, and their weapons were much better than we thought.

When I arrived at the tribe, I was required to do heavy work, eat very little, and often be whipped, and it was so cold here that I quickly developed chilblains on my hands and feet.

After doing this for a while, one day I was called together with eleven other companions, and a barbarian slave was given by the master to a new master named Sun Licheng, who was said to be going to form his own barbarian tribe, and our first task was to go to war in a treacherous valley.

We didn't want to go, but we didn't dare to resist, and once we fled, even if we weren't caught and executed, there was no way to survive alone in such a dangerous environment. So, we carried the provisions on our backs and set out with our new master.

That valley was terrifying, full of corpses and scattered weapons, eerie, and there must be undead inside. The undead are an extremely difficult kind of ghosts to deal with, ordinary weapons can't kill them at all, and they must be dealt with by a powerful wizard, but looking at the new master's appearance, he doesn't want to give up.

Alas, at that time I resigned myself to my fate, and it was better to die here, so as not to suffer the sin.

Then it turned out to be amazing, the new master was very kind to us, telling us that we were no longer slaves, but only if we swore allegiance to him in the name of the God of Oaths. What's so difficult about this, I'm just a bad life, it doesn't matter who he is loyal to, as long as he can eat enough.

The new master, uh, as he should call the Boss, draws a magic circle with the help of a big-headed mechanical octopus. At that time, I thought that he was going to sacrifice our blood to some evil god, but I didn't expect it to be a language circle, and we would be able to communicate after using it.

I was shocked by the strength of the boss and the wealth of the new tribe. This magic circle will use up six magic crystals, you must know that one magic crystal buys our group of people are rich, and I have never seen such a loser before.

Swearing, the boss didn't let us go to storm the valley, but let us start building camps, and then also took us out hunting. That's when I realized how powerful the new boss is!

The camp we built is much stronger than the lord's barracks before, but the houses inside are a little bigger, but thinking of the boss's consistent performance, it can be understood, at least the place where we live is quite spacious.

During the hunt, the boss cast team magic on us, and he turned out to be the barbarian hero! God, I became the hero's direct subordinate, and it was a joy to think about. When we returned to the camp in the evening, the adults made us a barbecue and ate with us, which I guess the warriors of the kingdom did not have such treatment. It seems that I am not without a future here.

But at night, the boss and the mechanical octopus disappeared.

Thankfully, the giant gray wolf is still there, otherwise, we would have thought the boss had run away. It's okay if he runs away, but the good life I had just had is gone, and I'll be distressed.

Just when we were suspicious, the sound of battle was heard in the valley. Oh my God, the boss actually killed himself, what kind of courage is this......