Interspecies Training Manual

"The goblin chieftain is considered a high-ranking individual within the tribe."

"They have transcended the realm of ordinary goblins that act solely on instinct, possessing intelligence no different from that of normal humans, only their numbers are extremely small."

"The elders in the clan once said that these high-ranking goblins all carry the blood of the goblin royal family to some extent."

Celia told her master everything she knew, hoping it would be helpful.

"It is precisely because of the difference in bloodline that they are born with extremely high intelligence, and goblin shamans and ordinary goblins naturally obey them."

High-ranking goblins have intelligence no different from humans...

A thought suddenly occurred to Luo An.

Goblins are an alien race, so if their intelligence is high enough, the Alien Race Handbook might be able to bind them.

He had never seen a high-ranking goblin before and wanted to confirm it.

"Did the goblin shaman say exactly where the harvest festival will be held?"

Celia had been listening to the shaman's words from the beginning until now, but she hadn't heard this message.

"It's not clear yet. The shaman said that he will give clearer instructions when the chief returns."

"We'll probably only know the exact location when the chief returns."

Since he didn't know the location, Luo An temporarily suppressed his thoughts.

"Let's go back into the forest to look for goblins again after some time, and see if we can get any new information."

Looking at the group of goblins, Roan's eyes lit up. "If there's no important information, shall we make our move?"

Celia nodded and listened attentively for a while longer.

Having determined that there was no important information, a faint blue light appeared on her fingers.

"Master, leave these goblins to me."

The glimmer of light transformed into an arrow, and Celia aimed it at the goblin shaman on the high platform.

With a flick of his finger, a magical arrow shot out from the jungle and struck the shaman's head precisely.

"Garagu..."

The shaman, who was dancing and gesturing on the high platform, suddenly stopped, his raised bone staff stiffly held in mid-air, and the color in his eyes gradually blurred.

Its body rolled down from the high platform and landed near the campfire.

"Waaaaah~"

Upon seeing this, the goblins around him abruptly stopped their frenzied shouts, staring blankly at the fallen shaman, momentarily unable to comprehend what had happened.

In that chaotic moment, Celia closed her eyes, and blue magic spread out, sending out several wind blades.

Wind blades danced across the open ground, relentlessly reaping goblin heads.

The splattered green blood dotted the surrounding trees and ground, adding a touch of greenery to the open space.

Not long after, all twenty or so goblins were killed.

Roan and Celia emerged from the jungle, took out their daggers, and began harvesting goblin pelts.

Afterwards, he grabbed Celia's wrist and quickly returned to where the bull was.

"Moo~"

When the bull saw them return, it nuzzled Roan's hand with its head.

Luo An patted its head, helped Celia sit on it first, and then climbed onto the cow's back himself.

"Niu Niu, keep going."

As they sped through the forest, they encountered monsters such as gray wolves and red apes.

What the bull can handle, it will handle; what it can't handle, Roan and Celia will take care of.

In one day, the two men and the ox hunted down nearly eighty monsters.

Luo An made a rough estimate.

If the pelts and meat of these monsters were taken to the main city and sold, they could fetch about 10 gold coins.

This is much faster than making money by farming on a farm.

Once he had saved enough money, Luo An prepared to go into the city to buy a slave of a different race.

"Um?"

By the time we emerged from the forest, it was already dark.

Luo An saw thick blue smoke rising continuously in the western sky.

Another farm attacked?

"Celia, you go back to the farm first, I'll go help out."

Celia nodded, knowing what the rising smoke meant, and dismounted.

"Master, come back soon, I'll have dinner ready for you."

"And Niu Niu, run faster, we'll prepare some good food for you when you come back."

The bull's head pressed against Celia's hand, making a "moo" sound.

Roan waved goodbye to Celia.

"Alright, let's go."

......

Canon's Farm.

The goblin horde had broken through the fence and were locked in battle with the slaves ahead.

Behind the fence, a goblin shaman was blowing a horn, manipulating more goblins to flood into the farm.

"Get to the front, all of you!"

Canon stood behind and supervised the battle, while the second batch of ten slaves, carrying farm tools, were driven to the edge of the fence.

Fear filled their eyes as they were forced into battle against the goblin horde.

"Wow~"

The goblin horde roared, leaping up and slashing with their weapons, causing the slaves to stumble back several steps in fear.

Click!

Another wooden fence was quickly breached by dozens of goblins, creating a huge gap.

More goblins swarmed through the gap and charged toward the slaves in front.

"Stop these green-skinned monsters! If you can't, you'll all die!"

Canon ordered the eight slaves in front of him to join the fight, his tone blatantly threatening.

Goblins and slaves were fighting each other.

The hoe struck the goblin's head, splattering green blood; the bone club dangled from the slave's shoulder, eliciting screams of agony.

Blood gushed out, and the goblins' ferocity was fully unleashed. Several goblins pounced on a slave, trampled him, and submerged him.

As the fence was completely breached and the slaves retreated in disarray, Canon was terrified.

To protect against monster attacks, his farm housed a full twenty-two slaves.

There were simply too many goblins, and even with all the slaves engaged in battle, they couldn't hold them off.

"I'll fight you beasts to the death!"

As Canon walked forward, the metal of his armor clanged against the ground.

His gaze was fixed on the goblin shaman outside the fence.

These goblins are secondary; the only thing that matters is killing it.

He carried his sword and hacked his way through, killing one goblin after another.

But these timid creatures were completely unafraid of death at this moment, surrounding him and smashing the bone club against his helmet, instantly causing a dizzying sensation.

In the distance, the sound of wheels could be heard.

"Canon, I...I've come to help..."

Martha, who arrived in a horse-drawn carriage, was so terrified by the countless goblins that she could barely speak when she finally caught a glimpse of the farm.

Almost all of Canon's slaves died at the hands of the goblins, and Canon himself was locked in a fierce battle, seemingly unable to hold out for much longer.

"Quick...turn around quickly."

Martha didn't dare go over there; she only had two slaves with her.

Going there would be suicide against this group of seemingly insane goblins.

"Why aren't Roan and Grant here?"

Martha was frantically asking herself questions.

Their farms should be closer to his than his.

"Master...Master, we're being watched."

The slave driving the car slammed on the brakes. Before he could turn, he saw six or seven goblins running toward them in the distance and immediately cried out in fright.

"Hurry...hurry up!"

Martha, holding her son, turned pale with fright.

He had hoped to use the support to make more of his connections, but who would have thought that the first person to arrive would be her!

"Moo~"

Just as the goblin was about to catch up with the carriage, a cow mooed.

In Martha's line of sight, a wild bull came charging towards her.

The bull charged toward the farm, shoving past the horse-drawn carriage and charging recklessly toward the goblins blocking the road.