Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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Ciel had previously asked Agatha, the Mother Tree, and even the Will of the Forest how the Feathered Serpent God was formed.

Unfortunately, neither Agatha nor the Mother Tree could give him the answer, and as for the Forest Will, it was like someone suffering from intermittent deafness and muteness, showing no reaction whatsoever.

"If we knew what kind of creature this thing was, we might be able to find a way to deal with it." Charles crossed his hands on his stomach and leaned back. "It probably has several thousand goblins there, and I wonder how many petrified lizards it has. It's really tempting."

However, the opponent was, after all, an evil god. The clothes made from snake molts alone could allow goblins to dive and fly, which was much more powerful than magic scrolls. Magic scrolls also came in ordinary and magical versions, but in Goat Horn Town, you could only buy magical scrolls, and they all contained common magic.

"Could we subdue this evil god and have his minions become his dogs?" Charles shook his two thumbs, calculating in his mind. "After all, I still have a demon lord standing behind me." "His power is definitely greater than that of the Feathered Serpent God; I just don't know if I can persuade him to help."

After much deliberation, Charles had to abandon the idea. If that day ever came, he would probably help Quetzal dissuade himself and then force Quetzal to sign a contract. No matter how you look at it, hiring Quetzal would be more cost-effective than hiring himself.

"But the situation is also a bit troublesome now," he frowned, his eyes fixed on the wood-carved map on the wall. "We've developed too fast. In less than three months, we already have more than 1300 men under our command. With the little fairy and Furu, the fortress is already full."

Back when he first took over the fortress from the Mind Flayer, he was full of ambition. He was thinking of taking a steady and cautious approach, and he even thought about "building high walls and storing up grain." But things developed too quickly, and sometimes things even came to him on their own, just like the unicorn "Golden Retriever" that is currently strolling on the ground. It came to him on its own back then.

"We can only have One-Eyed lead some people to dig out some underground space first," Charles finished thinking, returned to the table, and wrote 100 in his notebook. "100 goblins with some worker ants and iron tools should be enough. Let's leave this fortress for now. After all, it's an ancient building. If those guys dig randomly and cause the fortress to collapse, it'll be all over. Let's go dig the underground part of the Treant territory first."

The underground laboratory of the Fallen Druid Vysance has now been completely opened up, and a tunnel has even been dug that leads directly to the Treant area. Bucktooth now takes people to give Treants a "massage" through the tunnel. Unless adventurers deliberately venture into the Treant area, it is difficult to find any trace of goblins in that area.

"Expand that area and dig out more underground space. Even if our subordinates all move to the City of Ten Thousand Races in the future, that area can still be used as storage." Xia Er pointed to his notebook, temporarily finalizing the personnel. "Select some slightly weak and timid subordinates to go. As for digging tunnels, with those old men there, it shouldn't be too difficult to teach them."

"Next comes the work of the elderly," he wrote down several items in his notebook: mimicry breeding, herbal pretreatment, and red bull mushroom assistance.

These jobs require a certain level of technical skill. Xia Er had worked with the members of his tribe many times before, and they had finally mastered the skills to ensure that the mimicry monsters wouldn't eat them, mix up or ruin the herbs, or destroy the little goblins' hard work. However, the new goblins couldn't directly enter these positions, since they hadn't been "trained" yet. If they were to start working rashly, they would probably just become extra food for the mimicry monsters.

"We can only rely on the manpower we have now." Charles rubbed his cheek. He knew that if they took over the City of Ten Thousand Races in the future, the fortress would definitely be turned into a Red Bull farm. At the same time, with more manpower, the breeding of the mimic monsters would also require more manpower. Fortunately, once these things turned into boxes, they liked to lie on the ground and not move, which made them easier to manage.

"Could we improve the mimicry?" He looked up at the ceiling. "I've seen humans raising cattle and horses, and they always find strong males to breed with the mares and cows. Could we make the male mimicry even stronger?"

Charles wanted the Mimicry to pledge allegiance to him so that he could bestow the Evil God's Blessing upon it. Once it grew to twice its own size, he would have it breed with the female Mimicry, believing that this would produce an even better next generation of Mimicry and yield more grease.

Unfortunately, the plan got stuck at the first step: the Mimic's allegiance. The Mimic's brain was so small that it couldn't understand "I am your leader" or "You must obey me." "This kind of ferocious creature is completely uncontrollable. It can't compare to Lupus at all, let alone the Celestial Hound. It's not even as good as a brainless giant ant."

Speaking of Lupus, it's living a very comfortable life now. It has seven astral hounds of various colors around it, and they all seem to be female. Moreover, one of the female hounds is already pregnant. The centaur chieftain Evita has mentioned to Sharl a few times that once the astral hounds have given birth, they could give them a few of the puppies. Such creatures are simply indispensable for patrolling at night.

Charles agreed without hesitation, but now, whenever Lupus is mentioned, Agatha gets furious and gives him a "you stole my stuff" look. Charles can only smile apologetically, but this makes Agatha happy. After all, they have temporarily broken through the barrier to summoning astral creatures. If they can raise a large number of astral hounds in the resource plane, that would be another kind of "breaking the barrier".

As for the act of bestowing the [Blessing of the Evil God] upon the Mimicry, whether the Feathered Serpent God would be angry, Sharl thought perhaps not; it should already be used to it.

"That's how the division of labor works within the tribe," Charles put down his charcoal pencil, stretched, and said, "With more people, there are more things we can do, but unfortunately, the resources and space we need also increase."

Uncle Musa left him a large sum of money, all of which was for purchasing Red Bull, and it was paid in full. This made Charles's funds abundant again. At the same time, he had already told Mary to fill the production orders to get the whole of Gynthorn moving. Once he took over the Feathered Serpent Kingdom, he could economically bind the entire Gynthorn.

"Let's go check out those guys' training." Charles jumped off the chair, rubbed his wrists, and then walked out of the stone house with his hands behind his back. He then saw a shadow that seemed to be jumping among several shadows in the distance, heading towards him.

"What is that?" Charles instinctively reached for the crossbow at his back, but a goblin emerged from the shadows—it was Broken Tooth.

"Chief, they're here."

"Who's here? A feathered serpent goblin?"

"No, it's big, big."

"A large number of feathered serpent goblins?"

"No, it's an elephant."

"An elephant? What's the problem?"

"Very big, very big." Broken Tooth stretched out his arms in front of Charles, trying his best to demonstrate the size of the elephant.