Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 96 Secret
He is accompanied by a high-level professional.

For Xia Nan, the danger level outside the Misty Forest is actually not much different from that of River Valley Town.

The two are both "eat-train-sleep", but the food is simpler, from stewed meat and mushroom soup to dried meat and black bread, and the training venue is changed from the suburban woods to the goblin's nest.

He even felt that his sleep quality was better at this time.

After all, being in the deserted wilderness, there would naturally be no drunkards shouting at the top of their lungs, and no strange creaking noises from the shaking stairs.

The dangerous monsters that should have been the most worried were those that were used to hunting at night. They were also frightened by the barbarian Fugan's unrestrained extraordinary aura and dared not approach.

Xia Nan did not let his guard down too much because of this.

After all, I am just a newcomer who has been on the adventurer's journey for only two or three months.

During the mission, some habits that may not be useful now but will greatly affect your own safety in the future must be developed as early as possible.

For example: Vigil and Trap.

As for the latter, even the chill in the air would make even the dumbest gray squirrel in the forest stay away due to its survival instinct.

He still set up many warning traps around the camp in a serious and cautious manner.

Since leaving River Valley Town, it has never been triggered once.

But I feel at peace.

Night watch...

Although the barbarian had never mentioned the relevant requirements to Shanan, he took the initiative to allocate time with the other party.

Fugan remained silent as always.

Neither agree nor disagree.

It was just that quietly, I changed from my original sleepless nights to resting with my eyes closed in the first half of the night, and waking up regularly in the middle of the night.

Half a night is enough for Xia Nan to recover the physical strength consumed during training during the day.

Today, things appear to be slightly different.

The waning moon, hidden by thick clouds, only shone slightly above the treetops. Before it reached the top of the sky, the barbarians had already woken up to the howling cold wind.

It was not like the previous few days, when he used ice crystals and frost to sharpen his obsidian axe.

Just sitting quietly by the campfire, staring at the thin chain in his hand.

Of course, Fugang noticed the sight from the other side of the camp.

He also realized that his abnormal behavior tonight had attracted the attention of the fairly attentive newcomer.

There is no meaning to explain.

Feeling the cool touch of the metal buckle chain wrapped around her fingers, she lightly touched and stroked the pendant with her fingertips, her icy eyes slightly dazed.

In the Frost Moss Highlands, the violent and fierce ice and snow have become a natural barrier, isolating the people who have lived in that harsh environment for generations from the outside world.

Countless years have passed, and occasionally there are young people who pursue their own paths and travel far away, bringing back the changes outside the snowfield to the tribe.

But the barbarians of the Frostthroat Clan still follow the traditions left by their ancestors.

Preserve the prey that you are most proud of in your life in the form of jewelry or tattoos.

This simple yet sturdy necklace in my hand has been with me for many years, but I only started wearing it after I became an adult.

Regarding the concept of killing, prey and trophies, Fergan's earliest memory can be traced back to when he was six years old.

An "ice lemming" that was frightened by something unknown ran into the cabin in panic.

The specific process has long been unclear.

He only clearly remembered when he stabbed the ice blade dagger given by the tribal warrior into the lemming's spine.

The other person's rat eyes gradually lost their luster as he opened and closed them, and the muscles under his fur spasmed and twitched.

It's not a special feeling, and it doesn't leave any shadow.

Warriors who fight against ice and snow will experience death sooner or later.

In addition, this is Fergan's most profound memory.

All that was left was the delicious rat meat soup from that night and the rat skin vest that helped him survive the deep winter of that year.

Then I was twelve.

Fugan has become the strongest child in the tribe and has begun practical training under the guidance of the tribe's warriors.

On the way home from the training ground, I unexpectedly encountered a hungry snow spider.

On the left side of the chest, near the heart, was a bloody wound.

Even now, many years later, you can still see the scars remaining on the skin surface.

The snow spider's chelicerae that left scars on his body were also chopped into pieces and made into a pendant, which was currently hanging on the outermost side of the chain.

At the age of sixteen, he followed the hunting team into the depths of the snowfield, but he accidentally got separated from the main group and was taken as prey by a newly born white dragon cub.

As the least intelligent and most "primitive" of the five-colored dragons, even filling its stomach has become a problem for it.

Just driven by hunger, he fought with Fugang like a wild beast in the ice and snow.

Bathed in dragon blood, he kept a section of the white dragon's tailbone and made it into a bone pendant for the necklace.

Twenty-two years old, a young centipede monster.

The details of the battle have been forgotten, but he fought side by side with the winter wolf at that time, and they could trust each other's backs.

Even though it has been pierced by bone spurs in the chest, it still uses its soft and warm fur to shield itself from the wind and frost.

Finally, I was thirty-nine.

When Fugang was in the midst of the wind and snow, he let out a terrifying howl that was enough to sweep away the ice peaks and trigger a huge avalanche.

When he lifted the goat-like horns of the "Giant Evil Yeti" and chopped off its head from its neck.

He finally met the final condition and embarked on the extraordinary path.

It did not go as planned, where, under the protection of heroic spirits, he inherited the power of the North, ice and nature, and changed his job to become an [Icecrown Warrior] with a clear promotion path and the ability to unleash the wrath of the barbarians at will.

His hometown was reduced to ruins, and he had buried hundreds of bodies with his own hands. The shadow of revenge had already filled his heart.

At the cost of his faith and his soul after death, Fugan obtained the power he needed most from the [God of Hunting] and [Black Blood] "Mara".

Promoted to [Frostbinder], let the shackles of the oath bind your heart, and use the wolf spirits mourning in the ice and snow to search for the traces of the enemy.

And this is exactly why he was able to cross half the continent and chase from the Frost Moss Highlands in the north to the Misty Forest.

He broke the beast's neck and used the thorns wrapped with mycelium to fill the empty space in the center of the necklace that Fugan had specially reserved for it.

Under the watchful eye of the God of Hunting, he will complete his advanced job transfer and take the last step before becoming a "legend".

……

Shanan sat by the campfire.

The warmth released by the burning dead branches dispelled the last trace of coldness in his body.

I've gotten used to it. After all, when I was practicing [Tooth Hunt] these past two days, I also needed the Barbarian's frost to assist in guidance.

Even if there was no fire in front of him, he could find a place to practice for another ten minutes, and the heat in his body would be enough to melt the ice.

The night was dark, but it was still early for him.

With Xia Nan's current physical condition, if he lies down now, he will have recovered his strength and wake up before dawn, which will make it inconvenient for him to do anything.

So there was no rush to rest.

Instead, he took out a small box from the backpack behind him that he had found in the goblin's nest during the day and began to examine it carefully.

He casually grabbed a gold coin from it, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully with squinted eyes in the reflection of the campfire.

The golden coins were reflected in his dark eyes, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

It must be said that the performance of the hobgoblin during the day completely broke his stereotype of goblin creatures. It was almost a different species, not as crazy and frenzied as ordinary goblins, nor as rude and reckless as its cousin, the bugbear.

The tactical qualities that are sufficient to command on the spot, and the leadership ability that can make the evil and low-intelligence greenskins obey orders...

Xia Nan had no doubt that if there really was a giant goblin that was powerful enough to rule and merge a large number of goblin colonies.

It might actually pose a threat to nearby human towns.

Of course, on the other hand.

Hobgoblins are much more intelligent than their peers, which makes them more difficult to deal with than ordinary goblins and even bugbears.

But to some extent, it is also beneficial to adventurers who make a living by hunting these monsters.

Know how to save and store gold coins and useful equipment.

After cleaning the nest, adventurers no longer need to suppress their nausea and search each smelly goblin one by one for possible gains, as they did in the past.

All you need to do is find the hobgoblins' treasure trove, and you can easily take all the loot from the entire greenskin community.

Even the environment inside the cave is much cleaner than that of an ordinary goblin nest.

There was no accumulation of feces mixed with urine and blending into the mud, and it was rare to see half-eaten rotten corpses.

Even those green-skinned guys he had seen before...

My thoughts suddenly stopped.

Xia Nan frowned subconsciously, realizing something was wrong.

Based on the information he learned in River Valley Town during this period.

The number of goblins in this world is almost the largest among all low-level monsters.

Just like those cockroaches and mosquitoes that can be found everywhere in the grass and in the cracks of the floor, they can never be killed completely.

Even if you send out professional adventurers to regularly clear a certain area.

Maybe it will be quiet for a while.

It seemed that they were all killed, leaving no one behind.

In fact, every ten or twenty days, a large number of them would appear from nowhere.

It seems to grow out of the ground.

In this case, combined with the fact that goblins have no females, if they want to maintain such a large species base, they must plunder a large number of opposite sexes from other races.

just,

Shanan had cleaned up quite a few goblin caves these days, but the foreign women who were tortured by the greenskins and gave birth to offspring for them...

not a single one!

Even the juvenile forms of goblins are rarely seen.

It seems like they are all produced on an assembly line, with the same mold being copied and reproduced.

Strange, so strange.

The doubts in my heart grew like weeds and I could no longer suppress them.

He glanced across the campfire and saw the barbarian stroking the necklace in his hand.

Seeing that the other party had woken up, he had no intention of resting anymore.

Xia Nan organized his words in his mind and couldn't help but ask the other party about his doubts.

I thought that given Fugang's taciturn personality, even if he knew something about the inside story, he wouldn't tell me much.

Unexpectedly, it seemed that the mushrooms that grew on the goblin's body during the day stimulated something in his heart.

In response to Xia Nan's question, the barbarian slowly began to talk about a secret from ancient times that was circulated among professionals.

It is said that "a long time ago" when the time unit was thousands of years.

Goblin, or goblin.

They are no different from any other creatures in this world. There are males and females, and they can reproduce normally.

Although their temperaments were equally vicious and attacks on passing convoys and pedestrians occurred from time to time, they were far less frequent than they are now.

It's just a common and ordinary low-level monster.

Until that grand battle that covered the entire continent, affected countless kingdoms and races, and involved several major gods.

The human "legend" standing at the top of the biological pyramid is like an ordinary adventurer under the claws of the bear goblin, and his corpses can fill up the most open Holy Melt Square in the dwarf underground kingdom.

Every night you can see shooting stars streaking across the night sky - they are the gods that have fallen from heaven and perished.

[Supreme Chief], [Lord of Deep Darkness] "Magrubiye", as the main god of the earth's spiritual system, was naturally also involved in this battle.

The specific process of the development of the situation has long been buried deep in the long river of history.

But the most critical turning point has been preserved through word of mouth of countless people.

Legend has it that at a certain point in time, the siege by hostile gods almost put the goblins in a desperate situation.

All the goblins on the entire continent were wiped out, leaving only a small number of them lingering under the protection of their gods.

Magrubiye, who was in charge of many fields such as "war" and "rule" and possessed powerful divine powers, gradually lost his authority in the fierce battle with the gods.

And just when the pantheon collapsed, the goblin race was about to be completely extinct.

Magrubiye suddenly disappeared.

With the few hundred goblins left on the continent, they completely disappeared into the multiverse.

"Run away?" Xia Nan's face was full of confusion and doubt, "Then where did the green skins I killed during the day come from?"

In response, Fergan just shook his head.

"When the goblins appeared again in the eyes of the world, the battle had already ended for hundreds of years."

And the main god of the goblins, "Magrubiye", also returned to his kingdom.

No one knows what happened in the meantime.

Why did the goblins who returned to the mainland suddenly lose the concept of "gender", why was Magrubiye able to successfully regain his authority and even become more powerful, why did the gods in heaven seem to acquiesce to all this and not react at all...

The air in the camp suddenly became extremely quiet.

The only sound left was the crackling of burning wood.

Xia Nan was digesting the large amount of information that suddenly flooded into his mind, and he didn't know what to say.

It was just a casual question, but I didn't expect there seemed to be some truth to it.

Don't think too much about it, just keep the knowledge in mind.

Right now he is not even a professional, so instead of worrying about these high-level things that he cannot even touch with his own strength.

It would be better to think about when you can truly get started with [Tooth Hunting].

Shaking his head, Shanan looked at the barbarian Fugan who had put on the necklace again.

"So what you're saying now is, take me to the nearest town first, and then you can go and take care of your own business?"

"Ah."

"Go back to Riverdale?"

"Too far."

"Where to go?"

"Karanfor."

(End of this chapter)