I don't know how long it took, and the centaur girl 'Ivita' woke up from her coma again.

She opened her eyes in a daze, slowly propped herself up, and looked up. It appears to be a small cavern underground, with cold, damp walls and obvious signs of manual excavation. Strange insects crawl between the cracks in the walls, and from time to time dirt slides from above, making people worry that they will collapse at any time.

The top of the head hangs a number of whisker-like rhizomes, the longest of which resembles the root of a fig tree, which grows from the top of the cave to the ground and continues to take root through the ground.

Ivita had heard that the fig tree could penetrate its roots up to a hundred meters below the ground, and she didn't know how far the cave was from the ground.

A chubby centipede crawled slowly down the roots of the fig tree, wriggling its dense gastropods beneath its body, and the centipede circled around the roots twice on the ground before crawling towards the entrance of the cave.

The entrance to the cave is enclosed by a rough wooden fence, making the space feel like a cage. Beyond the fence is a much larger cavern, the most conspicuous of which is the ember-emitting bonfire in the middle of the cavern. The smouldering bonfire was the only source of light, and on top of it was a large filthy iron pot with a faint 'gurgling' sound, as if something was being simmered.

The unfamiliar environment makes the horse girl wary. Where is this? Why am I here?

It's the Blighter!, and my companions were attacked by those monsters. Did they get me here? No, no, no, I've escaped from the monsters with the help of the leader of Cyron. Then on the way to escape, I met ...... again , goblins?

Yes, goblins, and gnolls!, the centaur girl recalls the details of the battle.

She waved her broken bow to keep the enemy from approaching, and shouted the tribal song to whip away one of the nearest goblins, scaring the other goblins back.

If her hind leg hadn't been injured, Ivita would have been able to seize this opportunity to easily break free from the sparse encirclement of the gnolls and goblins, but she could only stand in place at the time, and it was very difficult for her to move even half a step.

Later, the goblins attacked together at the urging bark of the gnolls, and the centaur girl kicked her hooves with a bow and hooves, bursting out of her remaining potential, but she was accidentally jumped in the back by an enemy and hit her head with a stick......

It seems that I was captured after being knocked unconscious by the gnolls during the battle, and Ivita was frustrated with her fighting skills. The leader of Saijon has reminded her many times to pay attention to her back, but our centaur girls will involuntarily forget these things when they are nervous.

Ivita, frustrated for a moment, calmed down and began to think about the situation in front of her.

Why don't the gnolls just kill me?" the centaur girl was puzzled. Are they not short of food for a while, and want to keep me in captivity like a lamb and wait until there is a scarcity of food like winter?

Quite possibly! The naïve centaur girl is confident in her own speculation. Hmph, wait, when I'm healed, I'll kill you evil guys one by one, and then get out of here. She pondered a plan for her escape.

When it comes to escaping, you must first learn about this underground lair of gnolls and goblins. Our centaur girl stood up from the ground, and the pain from the wound on her hind leg made her involuntarily let out a low moan, "It hurts!"

It was then that Ivita realized that she still had a pair of iron shackles tied to the four hooves of her lower limbs, which was not very similar to the style of the gnolls and goblins, and where did they get these iron shackles for the Centaurs?

With a full of questions, Ivita dragged the shackles slowly towards the wooden fence. But she had barely taken two steps when she saw two huge figures appear on the wall outside the cage.

The shaking of the campfire made the shadows even more hideous, and with the strange sound of "cluck" and "cluck" approaching, our centaur girl quickly turned around and lay down on the ground, and took the pretending to be dead like a possum...... No, it's a strategy to pretend to be unconscious.

An eerie clatter stopped near the fence, and then a slightly obscene voice said in lingua franca, "Don't pretend, little mare, I already heard your shout." ”

No, you heard me wrong, I was talking in my sleep!Ivita lay motionless on the ground with her back to the guy outside, not trying to pay attention. But there was a sudden pain in her wounded hind leg, as if something had reached through the fence and pierced the wound.

"Ah!!h

Outside the cage stood a gnoll with a spear in his hand, and a hideous-looking goblin. Blood was still dripping from the tip of the gnoll's spear, and it was clear that this guy was the attacker who had just exacerbated her injuries.

The goblin beside the gnoll was a strange one, covered in large and small scars, and its round head not only had no ears, but also lacked an eye. And its left leg is still a wooden leg attached to the back, which is also the reason for the 'click' sound just now. The goblin stared at Ivita with the only remaining eye, a cruel smile on his lips.

"Wake up? With a wave of his hand, the goblin let the gnolls out of Ivita's view, "I once read in a book the phrase 'You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep', and I don't agree with that. In my opinion, no matter how much that person wants to pretend to be asleep, and how much he wants to pretend to be asleep, you just need to give that guy a hard time and make him feel enough pain, and he will naturally not be able to pretend. ”

"Who are you?" asked Ivita in a loud voice.

"I?hehe...... goblin spat on his hand, then brushed the last handful of hair on his head, "You can call me 'Hugo,' it's the name my previous master gave me." At that time, they all called me 'Hugo who loves ears' because I always liked to bite each other's ears when I was fighting. ”

Ivita whispered towards the other man's head. It looks like your ear was bitten off by another ear-eating guy, and that should be retribution, she thought.

"No, it wasn't bitten off by someone else, it was torn off by myself. Hugo, the goblin, seemed to hear the voice of the centaur girl, or perhaps observed it from her gaze. "Because they're too much of a hindrance in the fight. I almost lost a match when I was bitten on the ear by another of my kind and couldn't turn my head, do you know the consequences of losing?"

Ivita didn't answer, and she didn't make any gestures to ask, so she didn't want to do what the other party wanted.

"That's the punishment!" Hugo replied to himself, "a punishment worse than death, so much so that you would hate yourself for not dying in the previous battle." At that point, you will really feel that death is a relief. The goblin shuddered involuntarily, his evil expression revealing a hint of fear, as if he was still terrified of the punishment he had suffered.

After two heartbeats in a trance, Goblin Hugo's expression returned to normal, "Of course, I also have to thank those punishments, after all, they made me regain my ...... in pain" It lowered its head and thought for a long time, and then spit out a word, "Mind." Yes, humans like to say this word, and it seems that you can only be called a sapient creature if you have it. But you still can't control your own destiny because of that, do you know why?"

The goblin asked Ivita another question, but our centaur girl still didn't respond.

"Because you're still a slave!" the goblin said with a frantic expression, slapping his hand against the fence, "your destiny is to fight in a cage and earn gold for your master, and as for the pain and scars you suffer, no one cares, no! Who cares about the fate of a goblin? Even I don't care if my own people live or die, let alone others." Hugo's expression returned to normal, and he shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

The more you die, the better, it's better to disappear from the Hanhai steppe, no, the entire continent, Ivita thought.

"No one likes such a fate, and if you want to get rid of it, what should you do?" the goblin asked, sitting on the ground.

Ivita remained silent.

"I've heard before that the intelligence of the centaur race is not low, why is this one you met today so stupid?" the goblin pursed his lips disdainfully, "Are you considered intelligent creatures?"

"I'll kill you!" said the centaur girl hatefully.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the goblin danced happily, and the wooden legs collided with the fence in a series of 'thump' sounds, "That's right. Yes, you can only take control of your own destiny if you kill us, which is what I did at the time. ”

After Hugo finished speaking, he slowly stood up from the ground, "After escaping from the human world, I added another surname to myself - 'wheat cake'. Although the humans call me 'Hugo who loves ears', what I really like to eat is ordinary things like wheat cakes. And wheat cakes don't need wheat, coarse rye is more than enough for me. ”

He stuck out his tongue and licked his yellowed fangs, "If I had to tell me what I had really learned in the human world, it would be a surname other than 'cruelty'. By the way, humans call this inheritance. Hundreds of years later, goblins with the surname 'Wheat Cake' will spread all over the continent. It smirked.

"Of course, a single goblin will definitely not be able to give birth to offspring, but I don't know what goblins and centaurs will give birth to, should they be called half-goblins when the time comes?" Hugo Wheat Cake stared at our centaur girl with her only remaining eye, full of evil.

"What do you want to do?" Ivita said to herself, "The valiant warriors of my clan will tear down all this filthy place of yours!"

"Ha, I haven't seen a centaur walk through the ground at will. The goblin smiled disdainfully, "If those people of yours really dare to come here, I guarantee that none of them will be able to get out!"

Ivita didn't fight back, because he knew that the other party was not wrong. The narrow underground passage is very deadly to the centaurs, and if the clansmen really come here, it is indeed difficult to rescue her, not to mention that they can't find this place at all, no one can.

Our centaur girl closed her lips and armed herself with silence once more.

Seeing Ivita's frustrated expression, Goblin Hugo Wheat Cake laughed, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, little mare." You will be of greater use. It looked its prisoner up and down, "I don't like the look and shape of your people, but there are a lot of people who do. So you can sell it for a very good price, even if it's not as good as the elf, but it's a lot higher than the half-sheep. ”

"You're going to sell me to the human nations of the South?" Ivita was surprised again. She knew that there were many wilderness tribes in the steppe who were hunted into slavery in that human country, but she didn't expect that one would be her turn, and in such an unbelievable way.

"Do you think there is anyone who will pay a higher price than a human?" asked the goblin, "and you will get me at least ten sets of fine metal equipment, as well as a large number of daggers, swords, and other weapons. If I'm not mistaken, you're still a virgin, and the price will at least double!"

Ivita didn't speak, but stared at the abominable goblin with rage. She fantasized about rushing over and smashing the fence and stomping it under her hooves.

"Pray to your spirits of the wilderness, that you will meet someone who is more normal in heart. The goblin turned and filled the campfire with a piece of firewood, "You'll suffer less that way." Otherwise, tsk...... "It didn't explain, but walked away from Ivita's vision little by little.

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