I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Meanwhile, after Murphy left the workshop, he found that the pot he was looking for was still being cleaned, so he turned around and found Goblin.

"Let's go check out the breeding room first."

Upon hearing this, Goblu immediately stopped what he was doing, got up quickly, and led Murphy toward the breeding room in the distance.

However, on the way, Murphy received the reward he had forged for the skeleton first.

……

[Forging complete]

[Forging Target: Skeleton]

[Forging Level: Perfect]

[Reward: One stone can turn into a hundred!]

[One Stone Creates a Hundred!: It can create up to five controllable small stone golem clones, but they can only move within a 100-meter radius; beyond that, they will lose consciousness.]

……

This clone is arguably the most significant ability enhancement Murphy has received so far.

It was already feeling overwhelmed by its increasing workload and the inability to be in two places at once.

With clones, those simple and tedious tasks, such as helping the skeleton break bones, can be done by those clones.

However, its gaze fell upon the exclamation mark on the panel, rather than on these other things.

Why is there this symbol here too?

Murphy had some doubts: would it add another one to this symbol after the upgrade?

However, it was only surprised by this trivial matter for a moment before it paid no further attention to it.

Just then, Goblin and it were standing in front of the breeding room. Seeing Murphy stop and look at the room, Goblin promptly pushed open the door.

He beckoned Murphy in while explaining.

"Ah, please come in. The breeding room is currently empty. I can't demonstrate the specific process for you, but it's not complicated. I can give you a brief description."

Murphy turned his attention back and followed into the breeding room to see what was happening inside.

The breeding room was very clean.

There are two cabinets by the door. One is used to store miscellaneous items, and the other is locked. It is probably used to store some breeding materials.

The most prominent feature in the room were three rows of small, transparent spheres, each about 1.3 meters in diameter, numbering perhaps twenty or so.

Inside the small ball was a hollow fleshy ball that was one-quarter smaller, with the ball's walls about half a foot wide.

After Murphy had taken a preliminary look at the breeding tools, Goblin began to explain:

"These are the tools we use to have babies. There is a lid on that transparent sphere. We just need to open the lid and inject the seeds and nutrient solution into it. Then our seeds will grow on that fleshy mass."

As Goblu spoke, he walked to the ball and gestured with his hand.

"Then the fleshy mass will automatically close, absorbing the nutrient solution we injected into it, and our seeds will absorb the nutrients from the fleshy mass."

After it opens again, continue pouring nutrient solution into it until the baby is fully formed.

After speaking quickly, it looked at Murphy, wanting to confirm that there was nothing wrong with what it said.

Murphy's gaze fell on the lump of flesh; this reproductive system was actually quite simple.

Its core lies in this lump of flesh and that so-called nutrient solution.

Neither of them could be created by goblins on their own.

But it's unclear whether the meatball and the nutrient solution were originally a set, or whether the goblin combined the two together on its own.

"Do the pot and this meat come from the same source?"

Goblu shook his head after hearing this.

"It's different. That big pot has been there for a long time, but I don't know its exact origin."

However, I only obtained this lump of flesh a few years ago. Before that, we could only use the flesh of other creatures with stronger vitality as a substitute.

"Of course they've never used humans!"

Goblu seemed to realize that Murphy had some affection for humans, so he quickly added a comment.

Only after saying that did he continue to explain what happened last time.

"But this thing shouldn't really be considered meat."

"Because when we found it, it was growing on the ground, more like a tree, but after we cut it down, it turned into this."

Murphy scratched his head after hearing this, then leaned closer to the piece of wood that looked like meat.

After examining it carefully for a while, I finally discovered some wood-like textures.

Strange trees...

It suddenly remembered the fruit that made it stronger after eating the cartilage.

Is that thing related to this wood?

"Does this tree bear red fruit?"

"Huh? Fruit? The person who brought this wood back said it used to grow, but then said it was poisonous and threw it away..."

After Goblu finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, paused, thought for a moment, and then asked.

"Will eating that fruit make you strong?"

Murphy nodded.

Upon hearing this, Goblu suddenly realized:

"No wonder... Crispy Bone was among those who saw the tree. It must have secretly hidden some fruit, eaten it, and that's why it turned into that state!"

"Is there only one fruit?" Murphy interrupted.

Upon hearing this, Goblu instantly realized what was happening.

"There's definitely more than one, but that place is very dangerous. Since it's said to be poisonous, naturally no one would risk picking the fruit from the tree."

Murphy opened his mouth, about to say something, when he saw a goblin stagger up to Goblin's side.

"Chief...Chief, the human caravan was blocked by those bastards, and...after eating some kind of fruit, they suddenly became very powerful."

The goblin reported to its leader while panting.

Goblin's expression instantly turned serious. He first smiled apologetically at Murphy, then immediately turned around, said a few words to the goblin, and rushed out.

Murphy ignored Goblu and continued to bend down to examine the lump of flesh.

However, because it was inside a glass ball, it couldn't examine it closely, so it had to get up again.

I plan to go out and ask Goblu if I can take the meatball out to examine it, and also see what happened and whether the pot has been washed properly.

However, once it went outside, it saw Goblin outside, mobilizing goblins while listening to reports.

Murphy stepped forward, only catching half of what was said, but it understood the general meaning.

"That guy, Crispy Bone, left a will for his trusted confidant, saying that once he dies, he should reveal this thing to others! Now it seems only the location and effect of that fruit matter!"

Upon hearing this, Gobru frowned deeply, but remained calm, and after a moment of contemplation, he spoke.

"It died too suddenly... We could have wiped them all out in one fell swoop, but never mind."

After sighing, it gestured to the guard beside it and gave the following order:

There are gains and losses; we'll just have to use that sacred artifact for now. Are the items ready? Give them to me now.

"Everything's ready. I'll have Wind Wolf take you there first. Please be careful!"

As the guard spoke, he handed Gobru a long, narrow object wrapped in cloth.

Murphy, who was listening nearby, suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

Actually, it didn't want to get involved in this matter, but after listening to what Gobru said,

It seems like everyone's plan was almost complete, but you accidentally ruined it and caused a huge mess.

This is a little embarrassing...

Why don't you lend a hand?

At least its sprint speed is faster than that of the wind wolf, and it can carry more people.

Or we could just carry the person over there.

Goblu turned around, intending to ride the Wind Wolf, but saw Murphy deep in thought, occasionally glancing up at him.

Its eyes lit up immediately, recalling the scene of Murphy chewing on the cartilage that day.

In a flash, it had an idea.

He shouted loudly, seemingly unintentionally:

"Those merchants supposedly want our nutrient solution and minerals, it's for some huge order, and apparently they also want to find someone to forge something extraordinary."

They're not short of money, and the pay is quite generous; we can't cut ties with them!

After it finished speaking, it mounted the wind wolf and pretended to slowly adjust its position.

Its heart was pounding, and it kept glancing at Goblu out of the corner of its eye, trying to control its breathing and calm its tension.

It had considered asking Murphy for help before, but after thinking about his personality, it felt that the probability of him agreeing was extremely small, and asking for help in this way might even provoke Murphy's displeasure.

For it, the gains would outweigh the losses.

But when Murphy came out just now, he clearly seemed to want to help me.

It has to seize this opportunity!

Speak out loud about the benefits Murphy gets from doing this.

Do not!

It not only has to say it, but also has to keep its promise if Murphy really helps it later.

No matter how much we lose, we must do it!

Even though only a few seconds had passed.

Its violently beating heart, like the tolling of New Year's bells, remained long and arduous.

"I'll take you there," Murphy said.

Gorub's stiff body went limp, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

It seems Murphy is tempted.

But then it remembered what Murphy had said.

"Shall I take you there?"

Instead of "You take us there".

What does that mean?

The stone man in its mind was slow-moving and clumsy, so how could he possibly have the ability to carry people?

However, just as it was wondering, Murphy pointed to the freshly washed pot and said:

"I'll take that pot. You go inside, and I'll lead you there."

Upon hearing this, Gorub was only slightly stunned. Without uttering a word of doubt, he immediately commanded all the goblins, who were ready, to jump into the pot.

Although the goblins looked surprised and confused, they still did as instructed.

Murphy nodded when he saw that they were cooperating.

Murphy's body gradually grew larger as he walked towards them.

It grew to two meters, three meters, and then until it reached a height of five meters before it stopped.

"Mr. Murphy, you're not going to just drag the Gobains over there like that, are you?"

Although Goblin believed Murphy, it couldn't fathom how Murphy could send so many people to the battlefield.

There are at least a dozen fully armed goblins in that pot. Can they really carry it?

Even if they could carry it, how could they get to that location faster than the animals running on their own?

However, Murphy ignored its words and simply lifted the pot and placed it on his shoulder.

"Location."

Goblu had just reported the location to Murphy.

But then Murphy started running little by little.

"This is way too slow..."

Some of the other goblins in the pot, not being careful with their words, blurted out something without thinking.

However, Goblu immediately silenced him with a look, and he dared not speak.

Goblu pursed his lips, about to say something.

But they discovered that the speed was gradually increasing, and the rate of increase was alarming.

First, the wind blowing against their faces grew stronger, and then the surrounding scenery gradually became blurred.

Thump...thump thump...thump thump thump...

The continuous footsteps grew faster and faster.

The wind blowing towards them gradually became as strong as a knife, making their hair and clothes dance wildly in the air.

Finally, the wind almost blew them away, and they could only huddle up and grab the edge of the pot to barely keep their balance.

The surrounding trees were retreating frantically, and the speed of their retreat was increasing.

Finally, it was so fast that it became a blur.

"Chief! Are we flying?!"

Goblu opened his mouth to answer loudly, but the howling wind filled his mouth, and he couldn't even speak.

It could only barely turn its head to avoid the wind, and shouted:

"Didn't you say it would be slow?"

"Damn it, I admit I was wrong, okay? Waaaaaah, I'm going to be blown away!"

As the goblin said this, its body actually floated up a little.

However, they were quickly pulled down by other goblins.

……

As the driver, Murphy obviously couldn't be as panicked as the goblins.

While observing the bottom of the pot, it adjusted its position and kept rushing forward, skillfully avoiding obstacles along the way.

It remained completely unharmed, without even slowing down.

As the distance gradually closed, its speed increased.

It ran for almost a kilometer before finally reaching its speed limit.

The sound, like that of a pile driver, rang out continuously.

The entire jungle trembled.

It even drowned out the shouts and screams of fighting in the distance.

However, relying on its sense of the earth's breath, it still keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Where it went, there was a spot that was very much favored by the surrounding natural environment.

It saw something very familiar, but couldn't remember what it was for a moment.

What remained was mostly the smell of blood.

Could someone have died?

Murphy had no choice but to abandon the detour and sprint straight ahead, smashing through all the obstacles in his path.

Trees and rocks are like paper to it; they fly up and shatter into pieces the moment they hit them.

Seeing Murphy's unstoppable momentum, the goblins on the cauldron looked at their chieftain with astonishment and confusion, asking:

"Chieftain, how did you become so friendly with this thing?"

"Huh? I don't know."

Goblu swallowed hard. It knew Murphy was powerful, but it hadn't expected him to be this powerful.

It's just a tiny goblin, what makes it so special that it deserves to be helped by something like that?

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield...

With the addition of the skeletons, the situation has become 40/60.

Although the skeleton is powerful, it is still just a low-level skeleton, so it can't kill that quickly.

Moreover, as it killed, it also had to protect the elves and humans around it, so its speed began to slow down.

However, the crazed goblins seemed to have finally gained some intelligence and inexplicably began to stall for time.

Upon discovering this, the skeleton was startled and quickly looked around.

One of the goblins with the reddest skin actually ran to a corner and started stuffing handfuls of fruit into its mouth, swallowing them whole.

Even more bizarrely, as the goblin swallowed, a series of sounds came from the ground.

It tried to step forward to stop them, but was blocked by the surrounding goblins.

Then... after the goblin swallowed all the fruit, it staggered to its feet.

The muscles in his body began to knot and twist, and even faint scales appeared on his skin. Two horn-like things suddenly shot out from his skull.

The goblin growled, its body gradually becoming larger and more contorted.

And the sound grew louder and louder.

Just as it stood up, preparing to roar, the loud noise reached its peak.

boom!

The trees behind the goblin suddenly exploded!

A five-meter-tall figure burst through the trees!

It knocked the tree and the fully evolved goblin in front of it away.

No, it didn't fly away...

Instead, it turns into a pool of blood, which mixes with the trees that were first blasted to dust, and sprays forward.

The vast expanse of land, trees, and flowers in front of him was stained crimson with blood!