Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Pazzani wasn't actually that interested in becoming the king of the Naga.

At first, not long after he hatched from the egg, he learned that his father was the king of the Naga race, but soon he was the only Naga left among the royal family born with him.

Although the father laid two more batches of eggs, not many of the offspring survived.

When he grew up, the elders told him that it was because of the water quality. After all, their clan used to live in the sea, but now they had moved to a lake. It was safe, but many newborns were not used to it, and the Naga clan was inherently fragile during their growth.

After that, he was constantly told by his father and the clan elders how glorious his clan had been in the past, how they roamed the ocean, and how skilled they were in using water magic. At that time, he also longed for the outside world. He wanted to see the pitch-black seabed, the glowing seaweed and fish, the huge ocean beasts with heads as big as houses, and the huge Naga city that sat on the seabed, crystal clear, keeping the seawater out.

But as he grew older and learned more, he gradually realized that he would probably never see those things in his lifetime.

The elders often said that the Naga were shepherds of the ocean, but Pazzani thought that was all outdated; the Naga of today were fish swimming in a lake.

He knew that his race had too many valuable things that were coveted by other races. Besides Water Ink and magic potions, there were many powerful magical items. But those guys—demons, humans, elves, especially elves—constantly harassed the Naga's settlement for those rare magical items. They even tried to capture Naga cubs and eggs to threaten the race into revealing the methods for making magical items.

The Naga people already faced difficulties surviving through oviparous birth, and this became even more dangerous afterward. As a result, their ancestors had to constantly change their settlements in hopes of giving the tribe a chance to breathe.

Unfortunately, this did not stop the greedy ones from their search. They used all sorts of methods, from arcane divination to training wild beasts and searching for traces, leaving no stone unturned. He once asked the elders why they treated the Naga in this way, and the elders would answer him, "Greed is the underlying nature of all races."

Pazzani knew the effects of Water Ink, knew that his ancestors used it to bring good fortune and ward off evil for their people, and knew that magic potions could directly change a creature's magical potential, allowing those who originally had no magical talent to have a chance to glimpse the mysterious gate.

However, all those who sought it wanted to keep this "treasure" for themselves, whether they were humans or elves.

So, thousands of years later, their clan was reduced to only a few thousand members, who huddled in Lake Dallen, enduring not only the effects of desalination but also attacks from goblins.

To be honest, Pazzani doesn't like being the King of Naga right now. If he weren't his father's eldest child, if his father weren't dead, and if he could work three hours less every day, he wouldn't want to take this "job".

Not only does he have to handle various affairs of the entire tribe, consider the collection and storage of tribe resources, but he also has to deal with enemy attacks and tribe counterattacks. It is said that he can save three hours to immerse himself in reading Chapter 226 Pazzani's thoughts. Please click. But he knows that once he actually sits in that position, facing thousands of eyes, he will often find it impossible to completely give up "work and rest".

"This is really interesting. Even the adult trials are much more troublesome than others now." He glanced at the animal skin again, confirmed what was written on it, put it back in his pocket, and complained sullenly.

The adult trials of other Naga in the tribe are at most a solo hunt of a large fish, which is a very easy thing for the Naga, but his trial revealed a completely different flavor from the very beginning.

"However, thanks to the trial, I met this group of goblins," Pazzani stretched his arms and yawned, his fins all over his body also spreading out. "These guys can not only provide salt, but now they also say they can get their hands on white holy stones."

He had previously suspected the goblin leader and thought that the other party was deceiving him, and that the two sides would take action to steal the magical items of his tribe after a certain period of communication.

But then he realized that this was partly the result of the elders' previous sacrifices to the will of nature, and partly because the goblin had shown his attitude toward these items from the very beginning. He wanted them, but his preferred option was to exchange them rather than rob or enslave them.

"At least we need to solve the desalination problem of the tribe first. As for whether we can return to the ocean in the future, we'll talk about that later." Pazzani twitched the four fleshy whiskers around his mouth. He knew that his father had died because he consumed too little salt and was too "exhausted" by the scarcity of royal offspring. Logically speaking, as a king, he should not have any problems with salt intake, but his father distributed more salt to the young children of the tribe.

"If my father had lived longer, I wouldn't have rushed into the adulthood trial." He heard a sound in the distance, so he straightened up, picked up the "telescope" that Ciel had given him, and looked into the forest.

After he learned that he might never leave Lake Dallen in his lifetime, he gradually became accustomed to the daily routine of "clocking in and resting at the appointed time," helping the tribe with its work, listening to the elders' teachings, learning some tribal management knowledge, then eating seaweed-pickled fish made by the Naga cook, drinking some algae wine, and having a good night's sleep.

This has almost become the tone he set for his life.

"Something's getting closer." Pazzani looked into the distance, frowned, and then looked down at Charles, who was not far away beside him.

"Yes, they should be coming." Charles nodded. He didn't use his binoculars to look because his short stature meant the trees and bushes would block his view. "These guys are indeed heading this way."

Previously, Xia Er had Broken Tooth place several sketches he had drawn on the bushes at intervals, with the aim of luring those guys to the pre-arranged battlefield, where the warriors and centaurs of the tribe were waiting. "Now it seems that the [Mass Intelligence Reduction Curse] is working quite well, as these goblins are actually heading straight here."

Goblins were not intelligent to begin with, and now with this curse on top of that, their intelligence is probably not even comparable to that of the gray wolves hunting in the forest.

Just then, the troll not far away suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed a stone next to him, and threw it into the air. With a scream coming from the sky, Xia Er knew that the enemy had arrived.

"It's finally here."