With the hope of forming a magic army, Yang Ling and the goblin elders came to their tribe, ready to learn more about the mysteries of the magic array. As long as there is a large army with both magic attack and defense garrisoned, the Alashankou fortress will be impregnable, not to mention an army of 10,000, I am afraid that the Bantu people will not be able to attack it with an army of 100,000. In this way, it will win valuable space and time for the development of Wiesen Town. For the newly-born Wei Senling, it requires a lot of manpower, a lot of crystal coins, a lot of resources such as wood mills, crystal mines, and Warcraft crystal nuclei, but it also needs a certain amount of time for development. If it is harassed by a large number of bandits or attacked by the Bantu Empire at the beginning of development, the consequences will be unimaginable. Even if it hadn't collapsed, it would have been extremely difficult. Because of this, Yang Ling saved the life of the Storf guy at a critical moment, forcing him to cooperate with him and ease the contradiction with the Bantu Empire. It is precisely because of this that he will come out to suppress the bandits as soon as he controls the situation in Weisen Town, so as to get a large amount of coolies in a short period of time and rapidly develop the strength of Weisen Town. The goblin tribe is located in a hidden valley, through an eerie cave, and has to take a boat over a culvert several meters deep to reach their base camp, which is absolutely easy to defend. I am afraid that because of this, even if they do not have strong force and profound magic, they can survive in this forest of the jungle. The cave in front is gloomy, but the valley behind the culvert is like a paradise full of berry trees, and the goblins will be able to harvest a lot of berries by next spring. It's a pity that the goblins are already out of food now, and if they can't grab food, I'm afraid that no one in the entire tribe will be able to survive until next spring. Seeing the base camp of the goblins like a paradise, Yang Ling and his party were taken aback. When I turned a few corners, I saw the rows of exquisite wooden houses in the valley, the big windmills that rotated slowly in the wind and the mountain spring water that was drawn from afar, and I couldn't come back to my senses for half a day. Perhaps because of their regular work, many of the goblins were covered in mud and their distinctive green skin made them look dirty. But seeing the elaborate wooden houses and the constantly rotating windmills, no one doubts that they have a pair of nimble hands. It seems that the theory that goblins once had a glorious civilization and history is not unfounded. "My lord, please!" After taking Yang Ling and Agusu to the largest wooden house, the goblin elder instructed the clansmen to fetch a few dry berries, no more, no less, just one per person. Seeing Yang Ling flipping the berries and looking at them, the goblin elder smiled awkwardly, while at the same time, a few small-eyed goblins outside the window swallowed their saliva with difficulty, staring at the berries in everyone's hands. It seems that the situation of the goblin tribe has really reached the point of exhaustion. After handing the berries to the little goblins outside the window, Yang Ling smiled and stroked their bare round heads. Looking at their big heads and small bodies, looking at their big round eyes, I can't help but think of the crayon Xiaoxin in the comic book. "My lord, let's join the town of Wisson and work for you. As long as there is a bite of food to eat, we have absolutely no complaints and do our best. In any case, it will definitely not become a burden for adults!" Looking out the window, the elated little guy took turns to bite a berry, and the goblin elder asked again. If we can't find food again, let alone survive the long winter, many people may have difficulty even surviving tomorrow. "Oh, how many of you are there?" Yang Ling remained silent, there was still a lot of food in Weisen Town, but that didn't mean that it could be squandered at will. "Counting the old man and children, in total" Looking at the silent Yang Ling, the goblin elder gritted his teeth, "There are more than two thousand five hundred people in total. "Two thousand five hundred people? Looking at the goblin elder with a slightly red face, after confirming that he heard correctly, Yang Ling shook his head, he never thought that there were two thousand five hundred people in a small tribe. Seeing that Yang Ling was silent, the goblin elder explained nervously. It turns out that unlike ordinary humans, goblins generally live to be about one hundred and fifty years old, so goblin tribes generally have many old people. The older the tribe, the more old people there are. Oymia has been passed down for thousands of years, and naturally it is no exception, and there are more than 300 old people who are unable to work. In addition, half a year ago, a large group of goblins wandered around, and they were all dizzy with hunger. Knowing their predicament, the elders sent someone to take them over and merge the two branches into one, suddenly increasing by almost a thousand people. Because of this, there is a serious shortage of grain that would have been used for winter. "That's it, I'll send someone to pull a few carts of food over to help you in emergencies, and after eating, I'll think of a way!" After understanding what was going on, Yang Ling avoided talking about the goblin elder's request to directly join Weisen Town, and was ready to make a decision after understanding the specific situation of the magic array. After all, more than 2,500 people is not a small number, and the town of Wieson welcomes 2,500 soldiers or coolies, but never welcomes 2,500 wastes that only waste food. Seeing that Yang Ling avoided talking about his own requirements, the goblin elder also had self-knowledge and took the initiative to introduce him to the magic array depicted with the essence blood of the demonic beast. If you want to get a bigger return, you must have a bigger pay, and it is already good to have a few truckloads of food. If you save a little, maybe it will be enough for the clansmen to last another half a month. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment! After deeply understanding the mystery of the Goblin Magic Array, Yang Ling realized that things were not as simple as he imagined. First of all, the blood of Warcraft must be fresh. After being exposed to the air for more than an hour, the blood of the demonic beast often loses its proper effect, and is not suitable for depicting a cumbersome magic array. Secondly, there are requirements for the object to be depicted, and it is not just a person or a stone that can be used. For example, the Wind Wolf's blood is best used to depict wind magic on its crystal nucleus, and it is even less effective when it is used on a hedron with a lot of energy, and on a human body with less mana. Finally, the process of depiction is extremely tedious and has an extremely high failure rate. Even Oymia, the most skilled goblin elder in the tribe, often depicted ten times before he succeeded once. Sometimes if you are not careful, it will also cause an explosion, and the higher the level of the monster, the more terrifying the power of the explosion. After five explosions in a row, almost burning off his eyebrows, Yang Ling reluctantly gave up. This magic array depicted by the blood of the demonic beast seems to be similar to a witch talisman on the surface, but it is extremely laborious to describe. "Oymiya, how many people in your tribe can depict this kind of magic array?" After many failures, Yang Ling still didn't give up. As long as there are enough people, as long as this kind of magic array can be depicted in batches, it is not impossible to quickly form a magic army. Seeing Yang Ling staring at him tightly, the goblin elder didn't need to think much to understand what he meant, and after hesitating for a long time, he said awkwardly: "At present, there are only five, but as long as it takes a while, you can add a few apprentices!" Only five? Yang Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly, even if the five people are busy all day long, I am afraid they will not be able to describe a few magic arrays. Not to mention forming a magical army with both offense and defense, I'm afraid that even forming a team of dozens of people will not know how to wait until the Year of the Monkey. No wonder there are so many goblins, and there are only a few magicians; and no wonder after having such a powerful ability, the goblins are still at the bottom of the food chain, and they can't even eat enough! Catch a few goblins and go back to work as coolies, and let the rest fend for themselves? Look at the nervous goblin elder, Yang Ling was silent. Obviously, if all the more than 2,000 goblins were brought to Wisson Town, it would obviously be a loss-making deal. "My lord, in addition to depicting the magic array, we can also make all kinds of practical tools. We can even send warriors to help the adults fight!" Seeing that the situation did not seem to be good, the goblin elder hurriedly pleaded. Facing the snow-covered land, facing the long cold winter, if there is not enough food, the hungry tribesmen are definitely dead. At this time, Yang Ling, the lord, is the only hope, if he misses this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I am afraid that the clansmen will have to wait for death helplessly. Send warriors to help him fight? Looking at the nervous elder, then at his thin body, thinking of their chaotic formation and fragile defense, Yang Ling shook his head again and smiled bitterly. If one day, the town of Wieson really has to rely on such an army to fight, I am afraid that it will not be far from collapse. "My lord, you must save us, my lord" Seeing Yang Ling shaking his head again, the goblin elder did not hesitate, and led the clansmen to kneel down with a 'snap'. Under the leadership of the elders, the goblins knelt down one after another, especially some old men and women with pale beards, and they wept silently. Everyone understands that without Yang Ling's assistance, no one will be able to survive this cold and long winter. "My lord, there is still a lot of food in the castle, isn't it" Looking at the little goblins kneeling on the snow, looking at their crystal tears and cold red faces, Agusu, who has always been silent, couldn't help but intercede for them. Originally, Agusu wanted to say a few more words, but looked at Yang Ling, who was quiet, and then looked at the goblins densely packed on the snow, and closed his mouth helplessly. If there are only a few dozen goblins, then it is easy to say, but more than two thousand five hundred goblins are too many. "Because the bandits have seriously disturbed the passing caravans and affected the development of Weisen Town, I have to sweep the tribes on both sides of the road that live by plundering!" Looking at the goblins who were listening attentively, Yang Ling continued: "If you are not afraid of hardship and death, then, you can join my army to fight, serve me and get the corresponding rewards!" Looking at the dense goblins on the snow, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he thought of an idea. The goblins, though lacking in force, are outnumbered and familiar with the terrain of the Ladakh Mountains. Assembling a foreign mercenary legion and having them gather information and rush ahead to attract the enemy's attention will definitely speed up the sweep of nearby indigenous tribes. A magic array that can instantaneously cast magic, exquisite craftsmanship, and a group of goblin soldiers Yang Ling understands that although it takes a batch of food to take over this group of goblins, it will never suffer a loss in the short term, and in the long run, it is a good deal.

(To be continued)