Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Xia Er is now using Shuiyumo as an AI model.

Previously in the fortress, after receiving the answer "kill the creator god," he considered whether to give up using this thing, because as Pazzani said, Shuiyu Mo's answers were sometimes really too outrageous. If he asked "how can I make my forces gain powerful magical protection?" and the answer was "kill Vivian and gain the support of the Spell Union," then if that was really the case, then it would be better not to do this kind of question and answer.

Unfortunately, the small glass bottle containing the Water Ink was right next to his desk, and every time Xia Er looked up, he could see it. After a few times, he couldn't help but pick up the Water Ink in his hand again, pondering how to make good use of it.

After much deliberation, he finally came up with a solution: to add more restrictive clauses.

For example, after asking the question, "How can I make the leaves of the Dragon Claw Tree popular throughout the entire continent?", Ciel would add many restrictions, such as "You can't kill people without cause," "You can't do anything that is harmful to your loved ones," "You can't do anything against my conscience," and "You can't suffer too much loss," etc.

After adding these restrictions, he successfully found the answer on the animal skin: "Contact the Third Prince through Musa." This answer was conventional, but it was more to Charles's liking than the earliest answer: "Poison the people of Torch City, and when only a quarter of the citizens are dead, use the leaves as an antidote and secretly neutralize the poison to make the people believe in the magic of the leaves." The earliest answer was indeed fast, indeed shocking, and indeed made more people aware of it, but it was also indeed beastly.

However, doing so would consume a lot of Water Ink, and that small bottle would not be enough. Moreover, as Pazzani had mentioned before, the Naga tribe did not have much of it left. To obtain more Water Ink, they would have to wait for Uncle Musa to return to Torch City and then make contact.

Fortunately, before he came out, he had already sent Little John with a set of teleportation stone rings to set off, just waiting for him to meet Uncle Musa in Torch City.

Now, Sharl wanted to know how the new runewords worked, so he tried to ask them using Water Ink, but he never expected that the answer was right under the frogman chieftain's butt.

From the very beginning, when Frog Two, Three, Five, Seven One led him to see the chieftain, he felt that the white stone slab under the chieftain's buttocks looked somewhat familiar. But perhaps it was because over the thousands of years, every frog chieftain had sat on it, and the white stone slab had been polished smooth by their buttocks. At first, Xia Er did not notice it.

After Shui Yumo gave his answer, he asked the frogman chieftain somewhat embarrassedly if he could take a look at the stone slab under the chieftain's buttocks.

"Working Regulations for the Storage Room of the Third Imperial Distillery," Charles bent down to decipher the writing on the stone slab. The writing was somewhat blurred, but because the White Sacred Stone was exceptionally hard, it didn't require much effort to read. "Two people must be on duty at the same time... Open flames are strictly prohibited in the storage room..."

He examined the inscriptions word by word, and even tried to turn the stone slab over to check the back, but there were no words or patterns on the back.

"Here, temperature control," after looking at several lines, Charles finally found what he needed. "The controller sets the temperature, and no one except the supervisor is allowed to change it."

"Controller, set the temperature?" he muttered to himself, his eyes continuing to read downwards, preparing to see if there was any other information he needed.

Unfortunately, the rest of the content was about the storage room scheduling and had nothing to do with runewords.

"Now it seems that this runeword can be set to low temperature, not just low temperature," Sharl straightened up and tapped his lower back slightly. "It can set the temperature and has a controller, but I don't think I saw anything like a controller in the pool before."

After thinking for a moment, he walked down the steps and went to the frogman chieftain to ask, "Have you ever seen a white stone this size with patterns carved on it?"

He gestured the name to the frogman chieftain, based on the size of the previous runeword, Gate.

"White stones?" The frogman chieftain patted his belly gently, the white flesh rippling outwards with each pat. "I'm sorry, outsider, I've lived in this village for so many years and I've never seen the white stones you mentioned, ribbit."

"No?" Charles pursed his lips. Without the controller's pattern, this runeword would be difficult to create. He thought for a few seconds and decided to try using Water Ink again.

"Where can I find the controller for the temperature-controlled runes used by the Imperial Third Winery in the lake within the underground caves where the frogman tribe around me now lives?" Sharl wrote the question on animal hide with a quill pen dipped in water-language ink. After thinking for a few seconds, he added a few limiting words, such as "closest to me" and "no danger of obtaining them."

After Ciel stopped writing, the ink from the Water Language finally began to change, and soon formed a new sentence. This sentence was very short, and compared to the ink Ciel used to write, the answer obviously did not require much ink. Ciel sometimes even wondered if the disappearing ink from the Water Language was a misappropriation of his property.

"The Frogmen's Offering Altar." Charles frowned as he looked at the answer on the animal skin, then turned his gaze to the steps in the distance, to the entrance of the Oviparous Gate, where there was a strange stone they had seen when they first entered the cave, with a shriveled fish on it.

"That thing didn't look white at the time," he muttered, grabbing the animal hide and quickly heading towards the altar.

Soon, Charles arrived at the Gate of Oviparity. He swept away the shriveled fish and then carefully examined the stone. Now, he realized that it was actually a square piece.

"It feels a bit bumpy to the touch." Charles ran his fingers across the surface of the stone, then tried rubbing the surface of the stone, and then he found that it seemed to have a layer of "coating" on it, which he couldn't tell was grease or something else.

"It must be the oily patina left on it by the fish or algae that the frogmen have used for offerings over the past few thousand years." He wiped it hard several times and finally wiped off a piece of black "coating" to reveal the grayish-white color inside.

"Let's not do it for now. We'll try rubbing it with soap when we get back." Charles shook his hand, deciding to have Red Eyes and the others move the altar away.

"I'm truly sorry, this time we not only have to move the chieftain's stone cushion, but also the offering stone. Latest chapter ignites the plot! Follow for more updates." He returned to the frogman chieftain and said with a slight apology.

"No, outsiders, these things have already proven their value, and they have indeed served their purpose, after all, you really came, quack." The frogman chieftain waved his hand with a smile, "I only beg you, do not forget our agreement, quack."

Charles didn't speak, but simply raised the hand that had given the frogman chief a high five and waved it, then smiled and nodded vigorously.

In the distance, Frog Two, Three, Five, Seven One and a group of frogmen were surrounding Orec and his centaurs, seemingly trying to persuade them to play the surfing "game" they had played before.

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In the forest, Baldy impatiently dismissed the few cavemen, then plopped down against a big tree. "As expected, bringing so many people out here will be a real hassle."

This time, the high priest ordered him to bring out five goblin-sized number of cavemen, bringing the total to 2000 goblins. In addition, he also brought 100 petrified lizards, which was almost all the remaining petrified lizards in the kingdom.

"With so many people, a little fighting over food is nothing," he said casually. Those few burrowers had come to find him earlier. One hundred burrowing goblins had to find their own food while marching, so you can imagine how slow their journey was and how chaotic their search for food was.

Stealing the spoils of the hunt was nothing compared to what had happened before the expedition. If the high priest hadn't strictly forbidden killing goblins from other caves to eat before setting out, there would probably have been non-combat casualties.

No, it can't be considered a loss of personnel. After all, the combat personnel were just in a different form in the team, a fragmented form.

But none of this was on Baldy's mind. He was now preoccupied with what the high priest had said when he found him again: "The gods are very angry. They are extremely furious that the goblins have blasphemed their power. The gods didn't say anything about your previous failure, but you need to wash away your shame."

So this time he brought out more goblins, as well as more snake molts and petrified lizards. "Although the high priest didn't promise me anything, as long as I defeat these blasphemous guys and bring them before the gods, I should be able to receive the gods' personal reward."

In the Feathered Serpent Kingdom, apart from the High Priest, no goblin had ever seen the god in person. They had only heard the High Priest say that the god's body was enormous, an existence that goblins could not contend with.

If he completes the task assigned by the High Priest this time, he will very likely be received by the gods in person. "No, there are no ifs." Baldy clenched his fist confidently.

"Commander!" a goblin rushed over in a panic, "We've been attacked!"

"An attack?" Baldy looked at the goblin standing in front of him, his face filled with fear. He patted his tattered clothes, shaking off the faint dust. The title "Commander" made him feel comfortable. This was a new position that the High Priest had appointed in front of all the goblins before they set off. He could command all the goblins, and even the cave chief had to obey his orders.

"What dares to attack us?" he asked, standing up and puffing out his chest.

"One, a wild boar emitting black smoke."

"Infected monsters?" Baldy's lips twitched. The high priest had told all the members before that these mutated animals were dangerous and their flesh was inedible. "Have everyone get ready. Tell those cavemen to drive the petrified lizards to come with me."

Not long after the order was given, Baldy arrived at a clearing in the woods, and the bloody scene in front of him made his eyelids twitch.

A massive wild boar, several times larger than an adult wild boar, was lazily rubbing against a thick tree trunk, which swayed back and forth as if it were about to break.

On the ground lay nearly ten goblin corpses, some of which were incomplete, likely eaten by the mutated wild boar.

Blood and scattered fragments of internal organs littered the ground, emitting a foul odor that made people feel uncomfortable.

The mutated wild boar ignored the small creatures that were approaching again. It merely glanced at the goblin group before closing its eyes again and continuing to rub its body against the tree trunk.

"Thinking about it, this thing can bite a goblin in half in one bite." Baldy's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared. However, with so many subordinates standing behind him, he had to force himself to stay alert. He reached out and squeezed his thigh muscles hard to calm himself down with the pain.

"Don't be afraid, obey my orders," his voice was sharp, whether from fear or pain, but no goblins seemed to notice. Baldy slowly raised his arm and commanded, "Drive away the giant lizards, get them."

A cacophony of chattering erupted from the goblin horde, followed by the rustling sound of scales scraping against the grass. Soon, a group of petrified lizards were driven out and charged toward the mutated wild boar.

The wild boar's angry calls echoed again in the forest clearing as it charged back and forth among the petrified lizards, snapping many trees in the process. The goblins, driven away by the petrified lizards, then ran off on their own.

Before long, the wild boar's howling stopped, and Baldy waited for a while before leading the goblins back together.

Through the gaps in the trees, not far away, a huge boulder lay broken into several pieces on the ground amidst a cluster of fallen trees, while the petrified lizards tried to gnaw on the petrified mutated wild boar.

It's a bit of a shame, though, that the lizards spat out the wild boar meat shortly after eating it, apparently they didn't like this mutated creature either.

"Not bad," Baldy walked to the rock that looked like a small mountain, and kicked the petrified corpse of the mutated wild boar a few times. The hard feeling from his foot made him smile. "So many giant lizards, and you took care of a mutated wild boar in one go. Let's see what your goblin gang does this time."

"You think you can defeat me again with those centaurs and that weird-looking bear?" He laughed, kicking the rock in front of him again. "Even if you have that weird freezing spell, it doesn't matter. I've already figured out a way to deal with it this time."

He turned around, ordered the goblins to drive the petrified lizards back again, and walked back with his hands behind his back, looking quite leisurely.

Without paying any attention, the living guys carried away the goblin corpses on the ground.