When a group of goblins who looked a little "regular" appeared in front of the wilderness, Char's big grin expression finally became a little serious.
He kicked the poor captured goblin to the ground, and then pulled the poor worm down, staring warily ahead.
Compared to the beggar goblins I had encountered before, these guys who were now blocking in front were obviously a little less sloppy in terms of dress.
There were about a dozen of them, and they were only a little stronger than the beggars they had encountered before.
Same green skin, but at least some decent equipment.
The dirty leather armor hadn't been clear for I don't know how long, it was stained with dirty dirt and some suspicious red and white things, but at least it was barely "armor".
Moreover, they all had weapons in their hands, though they were still ridiculously rudimentary by human standards: a few short spears, with the bones of wild beasts as hilts, and the tips of spears were sharp pieces of iron.
There were also a few rusty blunt knives, and I don't know if they were dug out of some grave.
One of the tallest goblins even had a shield, though it was about the size of a human washbasin, and it was nothing more than a piece of rotten wood covered with animal skin.
But at least, these goblins are organized.
The poor worm immediately became worried.
Because if you add this group of regular troops, then counting the wanderers who follow behind, the number of goblins around is already more than seventy or eighty.
So many goblins, if they all rush up But soon, to the surprise of the poor worm, something happened This group of regular army goblins did not directly attack Char and the poor worm, they walked around the side, opened their teeth and claws, waved the weapons in their hands, and chased those wanderers to beat them all over, and the wanderers who hit them screamed and cried.
The wanderers seemed to be terrified of the regular army, and almost crushed at the touch of a button.
The goblin warriors laughed triumphantly at the bleeding heads of their fellow men, and some even let out an excited "Oak" cry at the fleeing enemy in the distance.
There are two more daring ones, taking off their pants and happily patting their butts in the distant rout.
"There's an old saying in the wildfire field: goblins are a race that can never learn to unite."
Char muttered, "There are as many goblin tribes as there are in the wildfire field, the population of the big ones is thousands, and the small ones are hundreds and ten.
With so many tribes and a staggering total population, if they were united, even the dwarves in the wildfire would not dare to bully them easily.
But historically, these goblins have never united, and it seems that for goblins, bullying their own kind is far more fun than anything else. ” The goblin warriors drove away the wanderers, and instead of attacking Char and the poor worm, they separated two people and rushed back, while the remaining goblins took the role of the wanderers, hanging around them from a distance to watch.
Char still walked forward with the poor worm, and still did not let go of the poor captive, and after a few kicks, the guy rolled forward helplessly and got up.
Sure enough, seeing a fellow being abused, those goblin warriors did not show the slightest hatred or even a trace of pity, but instead pointed at the guy and laughed.
There were more than a dozen goblin warriors, and the number was much smaller than the previous wanderers, but the poor worm felt Char's reaction become much more serious.
Because the momentum shown by these goblin warriors is far superior to those wanderers before them.
At the very least, the previous wanderers were nothing more than a pack of earth dogs, following from a distance, barking once in a while.
But now these goblin warriors are more like a pack of wild wolves, and while barking, they dare to show their fangs.
The first test came in the afternoon.
The two goblin warriors who ran back earlier were probably on their way to report the news, and they brought more companions with them.
Seeing that seventy or eighty goblin warriors came from the front, and even barely managed to maintain a queue, the rigor of such a queue was barely comparable to the human hooligan gathering and brawling.
Moreover, the number of these goblin warriors stimulated their courage, and for the first time, they raised their weapons, clearly blocking the path of Char and the poor worm.
The goblins screamed, very excited, and the cries of Okok came and went, Char put down the poor worm, and then kicked the captive, who saw so many goblin warriors gathered together, and was already so frightened that his legs were weak, and he threw himself on the ground, holding his head with both hands, and pouting his ass high, shivering.
The goblins continued to press, and when the distance between the two sides was only a dozen paces, they survived, and one of the goblins was pushed out, standing at a safe distance and yelling at Char.
"Orcs, Goblins, Territories, Deathbase" The goblin shouted in both directions, timidly glanced at the battle axe in front of Char, and then quickly retreated back into the ranks of his companions, and only then did he become bolder.
"What does it say," asked the poor worm.
"It says it's bad for humans to break into goblin territory."
Char grinned, "Dead base means it's not good.
The language of goblins is very simple, and a word often sums up many meanings. ” Indeed, the poor worm was suddenly.
When Char's foot was broken by Char, the captive shouted for Oak on the one hand and Death Ki on the other.
For it, the foot is "broken", and the broken can also be replaced by "bad", which is the "dead base".
After Char finished explaining, he walked forward alone with an axe.
The goblins immediately raised their weapons in fear and shouted at Char.
To the surprise of the poor worm, a scene occurred Char walked up to the goblins, stuck the axe into the ground at his feet, coughed twice, and opened his voice to speak: "Oak I, the continent, the strongest, slay the dragon, the goblin, don't kill" After speaking, he actually turned around, patted his ass at the group of goblins, and turned his face to make a look of disdain.
Even the poor worm understood this sentence, and actually bragged about this cowhide What he said roughly meant: Fuck I'm the strongest dragon slayer powerhouse on the continent, and I don't bother to kill you goblins, Oak means "fuck" here.
When Char said the second sentence, he turned and pointed behind him, first pointing at the captive goblin: "Suoso" He pointed to the burden that had piled up like a hill: "Suoso" Finally, he pointed to the poor worm: "Suoso" Although Char looked at those goblins: "I, the Goblin of Sosochaki Walker, don't kill Oak" The poor insect couldn't understand this sentence at all, but she was shocked in her heart: this turtle can actually speak goblin language The goblins fell silent at once, and the tallest of them, who seemed to be the leader, squinted at the poor worm behind them and at the captive for a moment, then at the baggage, and finally they cooed and discussed.
Char was a little impatient, and pointed at the goblin captive and shouted, "Sosochaki" The goblins shook their heads.
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Char pointed to the pile of baggage again: "Sosochaki" The goblins shook their heads.
Finally, he pointed to the poor worm: "Sosochaki" The goblins hesitated for a moment, looked at the poor worm closely, but after a while, shook their heads again.
Char seemed disappointed, picked up the axe, turned around and walked back.
Walking back to the poor worm's side, the poor worm immediately asked with concern, "What did you say to them, you actually spoke goblin language?"
Char glanced at the poor worm, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied: "It will be a little, hum" "What do you mean by Soso?"
asked the poor worm, "you just pointed at us and shouted Soso" "Suoso means booty, captives, gold coins, cattle, sheep, pigs, horses, animals, weapons and equipment, and goods, and all captured things can be called Suosuo."
Char replied.
The poor worm's face was a little ugly: "Where's the fork base?"
"Exchange" Char snorted: "Walker means walking, what I just said is to exchange my loot for them and let me walk through their territory."
Alas, it's a pity that they dislike the loot too much, and they won't allow you to see it, and even the goblins don't want you to be ugly. ” After speaking, he actually sighed regretfully.
The poor creature was stunned for a moment, and then she went on a complete rampage "Why do you want to exchange me for goblins" She jumped up, regardless of the injury on her leg, and threw her fist at Char, who pressed her to the ground with a light slap, and said disdainfully: "What is your name?"
The poor insect was so angry that she cried out, she knew that she couldn't beat this turtle, so she slapped her hands on the ground hard, and cried like tears.
This bastard turtle hillbilly is blind When I was at home, everyone regarded the poor insect as a treasure in the palm of her hand, and she was afraid of falling in her hands, and she was afraid of melting in her mouth, and those men who admired her treated her as a peerless treasure, and even beat and scolded herself, and she casually wanted to sell herself to a group of goblins And, most infuriatingly, he also complained that he didn't sell for a good price "Turtle, you kill me, forget it" The poor worm closed his eyes with a backbone: "I don't want to be sold by you to those goblins if I die" "Idiot."
Char laughed angrily: "Are you an idiot, I naturally won't really sell you, but I'm just testing these guys." ” He squatted down and said in a low voice: "I deliberately put a set of their backgrounds to see how much strength these goblins are in The tribe If it is an ordinary small tribe, then the price I offer is enough for them to agree, after all, except for myself, all the items I carry with me are given to them, and my packing is also very rich."
Even if you and the goblin aren't worth a few dollars, the wolf skin and metal on this bag are all very popular goblins.
If it was a small tribe, it would have happily agreed.
But now they don't agree, which means that their tribe is still quite large, with some strength, and they don't take this wealth in their eyes. ” The poor worm burst into tears and laughed: "You, you are really just a temptation" Char nodded, looked into the poor worm's eyes, and replied with a sincere face: "Of course, even if I don't want those things I bring, how can I be willing to sell you?"
These words immediately made the poor worm feel a lot better, but Char's next sentence made the poor worm roll his eyes in anger again.
"I'll have to find the dragon, and the good bait is not easy to find, and although this goblin is good, the goblin is too slow and ugly, and maybe the dragon doesn't like to eat it.
So, to be fair, you're still a little better than the goblins."
The gods testify that the poor worm has lived up to this day, and has heard countless sweet words of flattery and praise, some praise her appearance more charming than the moon goddess, some praise her beauty and make the roses lose color, and some compare her eyes to pearls and stars But no one had ever said such damned praise to her: "You're better than goblins":