I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Thatched huts and thatched cottages are scattered among the houses, with a few acres of narrow fields in front of them.

In the center of the village stands a large cauldron, three or four meters tall.

Firewood was piled up under the cauldron, and several ladders leaned against the cauldron.

Several goblins carried herbs down the ladder and poured them into a large pot of boiling water.

After Goblin returned to the village with his men, a goblin dressed in divine robes, resembling a priest, approached and bowed respectfully.

"Chief, the new batch of medicine is almost ready. Should we prepare it, or...?"

"Let's prepare for now. We'll have to do some work for others, and we're short-handed. We also don't have time to take care of the children, and besides, that guy Broken Bones is dead."

Goblin looked at the string of stoves, the very stoves that had enabled the goblins to escape savagery and become self-reliant.

Goblins are a very strange race; they can only reproduce by relying on other species.

It's not because goblins are only male, quite the opposite.

Goblins not only have females, but the females are also not much less powerful than the males.

The problem is that goblins need to absorb a huge amount of nutrients from their mother's womb to reproduce.

The resulting fetus was only slightly smaller than a normal goblin.

Ninety-nine percent of female goblins die in childbirth.

But the goblin race did not become extinct because their method of reproduction was also extremely abstract.

Goblin reproduction requires almost no genes from the mother; all it needs is nutrition and a sufficiently enclosed growth environment.

Therefore, the essence of male goblins mating with other females is less about impregnation and more about getting them pregnant.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that he simply allowed his seed to parasitize that female.

Humans, in terms of both size and appearance, are clearly the most suitable for goblins.

But that furnace can transform all the grain poured in into it into life-sustaining substances for reproduction.

As for a sealed environment, that is obviously not difficult.

Therefore, the Goblu tribe no longer needs to reproduce with humans.

But habits are not so easy to change.

The furnace actually existed before Goblu was born, but Goblu, who did not hunt humans, were a minority.

It wasn't until it matured and established its own faction that it gradually made its faction the majority.

However, the majority is still just a majority, not an overwhelming majority.

Goblin's gaze swept over the group of primitive goblins, he pondered for a moment, and then spoke to the priest:

"Gather the scouts first, I have some orders to give."

……

After the goblins were gathered, Goblin began to assign tasks.

Some were wary of that group of barbaric goblin factions.

The other part involves searching for nearby human villages.

It was very clear that the bones had shattered and died.

This has no impact on the original faction.

It could even be said that, for them, this means the emergence of a new power vacuum.

Subordinates will be purged, and those with ulterior motives will seize the opportunity to rise to power.

But can we expect them to fight amongst themselves?

That's unrealistic.

They are barbaric and ignorant, but that doesn't mean they are completely ignorant.

They couldn't possibly be unaware that they wanted them dead.

But they still need a leader. If they can't fight amongst themselves, how do they decide on a new leader?

Hunting, of course.

Given the nature of those goblins, their prey would undoubtedly be humans.

After the initial argument, they should decide on their hunting target.

Human information flows internally.

Whichever village becomes the target, its hard-earned reputation will collapse in a short time.

It is also highly unlikely that it will engage in any transactions with humans.

This is a devastating blow to their tribe!

Those brainless idiots have absolutely no idea what the upcoming cold wave means!

They lack access to external transactions and have insufficient reserves.

How will their tribe survive?!

As it pondered this, it stepped out of the house and walked along the ridges of the fields, sweeping over the residents who were bent over tilling the soil.

One of the farmers, who was eating, saw Goblu looking over and quickly waved the food in his hand at Goblu, shouting loudly:

"Chief, won't you come and have some?"

"No, I just ate. You guys who have to work should eat more. I'm too old to eat much."

Goblu shook his head and politely declined.

"You need to take care of yourself. This job doesn't require any special skills; anyone can do it, but you're different."

"I'm in good health."

After giving a perfunctory reply, Goblu lowered his head and began to think of a solution.

Their faction's strength and weaponry should be sufficient to kill the original faction's goblins.

But the cost would certainly be heavy losses. Alas, with its nest destroyed, it neither wanted nor dared to waste any labor on those useless things.

A cold wind swept by, and it shivered involuntarily.

"It's getting colder again..." it murmured softly, looking up into the distance, lost in thought.

The faint sound of footsteps approached one after another, but it was unaware of it.

Until there was a bang.

Gobru felt something bump into him and took two steps back.

It looked down and saw that several children had accidentally bumped into it while playing.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Grandpa Chief!"

The child who bumped into it immediately apologized in a flustered and worried manner.

"It's okay, just watch where you're going and don't fall."

Gobru forced a kind smile and helped the child up.

"Ah, thank you, Grandpa Chief."

Just as the child was about to express his gratitude, he suddenly noticed that Goblu's hand, which was supporting him, was extremely cold.

It looked up and saw Goblin's thin clothes, and cried out in surprise. Without hesitation, it took off its own clothes and put them in Goblin's hands.

Then, as if he had done something wrong, he got up and ran away, waving to Goblu before he ran off and giving him a warning.

"Grandpa Chief, it's gotten colder lately. Please be careful not to catch a cold. You're the smartest person in the clan. If something happens to you, we won't be able to get through the winter."

Goblu raised his hand, about to say something and return the clothes.

The child's figure had already disappeared, and its hand remained outstretched in mid-air, unsure whether to lower it or not.

The boy's companions also passed by Goblu one after another.

Scattered words of concern rang in its ears.

They all left after that.

Goblu stared blankly at the clothes in his hand for a long time before slowly turning around to look at the children playing in the distance.

His eyes widened slightly, he took a deep breath, and then exhaled gently.

Their gazes fell once again on the dwellings of the primitive factions of goblins.

His eyelids drooped, and he walked back to his residence with his hands behind his back.

……

dong dong dong

In the forest, a black figure was charging forward with terrifying speed and power.

It was Murphy.

It was still pondering how to reach the goblin tribe at its slow pace, but before long...

The dash ability actually evolved because of Xiao Mo's constant collisions.

[Sprint!] — [Sprint!!]

You can control your direction while sprinting.

The evolution process is a bit strange. Sprint evolution increases the level, but this thing's evolution adds an exclamation mark.

It was worried that it wasn't traveling fast enough.

This is just like having a pillow when you're sleepy.

As for whether he would bump into anything on the road, that was not a problem at all for Murphy, who had a sense of the earth.

Even at high speeds, it can brake instantly.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

In the forest, Murphy continued to sprint at an extremely fast speed.