"It shouldn't have stopped," Dalama thought with some despair.

Running long distances will cause the muscles to produce a large amount of lactic acid, and if you stop suddenly, these substances will make the creature instantly sore, as if you can no longer take a step.

When facing an angry beast, this situation is undoubtedly the worst and one hundred percent fatal.

Leaning against the Valenwood, Dalama tried to prop up his body, and he felt he had to do something.

But the bloodthirsty and ferocious horned python didn't want to give him this chance, so he opened his mouth and bit straight over.

"Don't!"

Between life and death, Dalama's weak goblin body suddenly straightened, and tiny scales instantly covered the surface of his skin.

Two slender arms, with incredible strength, held the horned python's large mouth that it constantly wanted to close.

Looking at the fangs that were about to poke his cheeks, Dalama felt angry for no reason, "Despicable reptile!"

The scorching liquid, churning upwards from the goblin's abdomen, eventually turned into a "stream" that squirted into the throat of the horned python.

With the sound of "snort" and the white smoke rising from its seven orifices, the horned python twitched constantly, rolling back and forth on the ground, and even grabbed the ground with its head, trying to knock itself out.

After a few moments, though, the horned python stopped struggling - its round form deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and liquid that was difficult to trace the exact color of the liquid poured out of its holes.

"Is this the power of the dragon vein goblin?"

Dalama stretched out her hands and looked at the tiny scales on her skin repeatedly, "It's really weak, but it's ......"

“...... It's better to have power than not to have it. He thought firmly.

Walking over to the hard-to-distinguish shaped, congregated angphe python, Dalama tried it for a moment, finding that the remaining acid could not harm herself, before reaching out to pick up a few of her teeth and skins that had stood the test of corrosion.

With that done, Dalama turned and walked across from Valenmu, where there were a few "small snacks" to fill his stomach.

The goblin had fangs, but they weren't sharp enough, so he ate his meal slowly.

After a hearty meal, Dalama climbed into the hollow of the tree where the horned viper lived, and found some leather armor and rusty weapons in addition to the useless remains of creatures.

"The snake may have attacked the merchants crossing the forest before, and dragged the caravans' guards back into the cave to eat. ”

After a brief analysis, he came to a more likely conclusion, and at the same time thought:

"Robbing caravans is a good way to expand. But now I'm the only one, and it's obviously not enough to see, so I have to find some dependents to be cannon fodder...... Yes, there's a goblin cave nearby. ”

With a plan in mind, Dalama quickly began to execute it:

He first packed up the leather armor he found and wrapped it around himself as a protective gear, then tried the weapons, but the rust was too fragile, so he had to tie the teeth of the horned python to the elven hunter's ironwood spear to make a more powerful weapon, and finally, he also found a way to use snake skin and twigs and resin to bond a simple skin shield.

When it comes to doing these things, Dalama is resolute and determined, and her ability to execute is far beyond that of a green dragon.

However, he didn't realize this at all, as if it had become his instinct to think about things in the way of dragon veins and goblins.

When fully armed, without any hesitation or desire to rest for a moment, he strode straight towards the goblin cave closest to Valenwood in his memory.

......

"Hurry up and get to work!"

A rattan-wielding goblin sergeant major patrols between his shorter goblin cousins, supervising their work.

"Working for the Great Serpent Dissolver, the Co-Master of the Forest Goblins, the Dragon Warlock, and the Green Death Darama is the luckiest thing you have ever done in your life. ”

"If I find anyone who dares to be lazy, the fool I nailed to the tree and dried two days ago is the best example. ”

The goblin laborers tore their throats and shouted in response, expressing their eagerness to serve Lord Dalama.

Armed with scythes and hoes stolen from nearby human villages, or whatever tools they could use, the goblins widened and leveled the path through the forest little by little.

At this time, Dalama was lying in his palace, listening to the news and advice from various aides.

This palace is actually a bit too big by goblin standards, and it is a direct extension of the ancestral cave of a certain goblin tribe.

The stone stove sits in the corner and is large enough to cook multiple cauldrons at once, in fact, the goblin cooks are doing just that, on the other side of the palace there is a trough large enough to grill beef ribs or whole lambs, and a spectacular board stands in the center of the room around which Dalama's staff sit.

"Lord Green," said one of the goblin staff, standing up to his eyes, bowing to Dalama before glancing at the fragrant broth that was about to be served, "Why did you order the little cubs to build that road in the cold winter?"

Pondering his tone, he continued to ask, "I mean, the goblin tribes don't need to go that way, and there aren't any human caravans passing through there at this time. ”

"Are you questioning my decision?"

Dalama, who was enjoying a massage, suddenly sat up, stood up upright with his hands on the board, and saw that the other party hurriedly leaned down and saluted, so he snorted angrily.

"I don't dare. But this is the only time this is the case, and you just have to remember that my words must be carried out thoroughly. ”

As a king, Dalama felt no need to explain her thoughts to others.

For those people, he said, they just do it.

After all, the so-called "staff discussion mechanism" was just a tool he used to stabilize the newly established Forest Goblin Alliance and temporarily arrange the leaders of the original various departments.

What can those guys understand?

Besides, this staff member is about to retire today, "Then, I will announce the next order, and the Goblin Alliance will remember your ......"

The goblin guards in armor and armed with knives and axes suddenly poured into the palace, and without saying a word, they pounced directly on those staff.

With a knife in his hand, like chopping melons and vegetables, the leaders of the original goblin tribes were in different places.

Dalama frowned at the marks of knives and axes appearing on the large board, but didn't say anything.

It was now his mealtime, so he picked up a wooden spoon and scooped up a spoonful of Cream Elf Bisque and took a sip.

Dalama nodded—it tasted good, especially since he was the only goblin he could enjoy at this time.