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The leader of the goblins who received the oracle was trembling all over, his excited emotions causing his body to shake uncontrollably. He finally had the opportunity to do something for his beloved deity, rather than constantly begging for the deity's blessings.
Soon, the goblin who received the command rushed out of the cave, his eyes shining brightly as he grabbed whatever he saw. He plucked the very delicious mushrooms, carefully collected bird eggs from the nests, tied up and dragged away plump old mice with rough ropes, and even struggled to retrieve a few stones from the riverbed!
The leader of the Goblin tribe is carving the remnants of his knowledge onto the stone wall. The more he carves, the more deeply he feels the incomparable value bestowed by the gods.
This not only greatly reduces the mortality rate of the Goblin tribe (after all, most of their food comes from various wild mushrooms in the wilderness, the toxicity of which is unknown), but also continuously enhances the strength of the Goblin tribe, as a stable and long-term food source is a crucial foundation for the development of the tribe.
He now deeply regrets himself, lamenting why he couldn't remember all the knowledge bestowed by the divine.
As he was thinking, he turned his head and saw the things placed on the altar by everyone, colorful and disorderly.
"The noble gods, how can they enjoy such crude offerings? This is an insult to the gods and to our Goblin tribe!" roared the Goblin Chief angrily.
The cowering Goblins looked bewildered and timidly said, "Then what should we give? These are the best things we can offer!"
Goblin Chief glared and roared loudly, "Then go find it!"
The frightened Goblins fled from the "temple" and ventured into the outside world to search for better offerings for the gods.
In the next few days, Goblin Chief became even more troubled.
Goblin Chief looked at the colorful but strangely shaped flower in front of him. "Is this the most beautiful flower you've found?"
"Yes, leader, don't you think it looks good with these 5 different colors on it?"
"And how many days has this wood been soaking?"
"Leader, look, this piece of wood has been soaking for 3 days and still hasn't sunk to the bottom. It looks like a very rare wood!"
"Then your stone must be extraordinary too!"
"Hey, chief, you've noticed everything. I just picked this up from the water."
Goblin Chief Want to get angry but nowhere to vent.
The old Goblins have experienced life and death before, and they still hold onto their faith. However, many of the newly born Goblins do not have much reverence for the deities; it is only through coercion that they are made to believe in the gods, which gives him a certain level of faith.
A grand ceremony is necessary to satisfy the deity and to strengthen everyone's belief in the divine!
Goblin leader paced back and forth in the cave, after much contemplation, finally gritted his teeth and made a determined declaration:
"We must kill the Wild Boar Chief in Wild Boar Valley as a sacrifice to the gods!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the goblins took a sharp intake of breath. They knew all too well what this meant - it was going to be a fierce battle, with heavy casualties almost certain.
"Chief, this won't work! We can barely kill ordinary wild boars, and now you want us to kill the Wild Boar Chief? It's going to be even harder!"
The average wild boar is two meters long and one meter tall, which is already quite fierce!
Wild boar chief is a whopping four meters long and two meters tall, making it impossible for them to contend with.
However, the leader of the goblins has made up his mind. He knows that this may be the only way to obtain a sacrifice that will satisfy the gods. However, he is not completely reckless. He knows that even if all the goblins charge, it will only be a meal for the wild boars.
While giving this order, he instructed his goblins to collect various materials and prepare to follow the simple weapon-making methods learned from the gods to create weapons that will enhance their battle power.
At once, the Goblins sprang into action. Some of them scurried through the mountains and forests, searching for sturdy wood and sharp stones. Others ventured into dangerous territories, hoping to find precious metal ores. And still others rummaged through caves, gathering anything useful in preparation for the upcoming battle and weapon-making.
The Goblin Chief directed the Goblins to start making weapons.
Some Goblins tightly grip rough stones, looking like they're working desperately, vigorously grinding their wooden sticks. Their posture seems as if they want to grind the wooden sticks into sharp spears that can pierce anything.
Some Goblins squint their already small eyes, their seriousness resembling the meticulous crafting of a priceless treasure. They carefully bind the stones and wooden sticks with rattan, muttering to themselves as they bind, "Don't fall apart, this is my precious stone axe."
Some goblins are still working on the stone pieces they managed to knock off the stone wall. They are carefully examining and pondering over them, with their heads almost touching the stones. Every now and then, they mutter, "I don't believe I can't figure you out. I must turn you into a stone knife that can cut iron like mud!"
Throughout the entire cave, the sound of "clink clink" echoes continuously, as if it were an extraordinary and lively concert.
After three days of preparation, the newly transformed Goblin made its appearance.
They were dressed in "armor" woven from Vine, crooked and loose, swaying as they walked. Some Goblins wore "helmets" made of stone, so heavy that they couldn't lift their heads. Others carried oddly shaped stone axes and wore rough wooden shields around their waists, looking comical yet strangely determined.
But to the Goblin Chief and themselves, this is already pretty good.
They have wooden shields, vine armor, and helmets, which can at least increase their survival rate by 50%!
Goblin Chief stood at the front of the line, his face filled with pride and confidence as he looked satisfactorily at his newly transformed Goblin followers. Then, with a grand gesture, he shouted out, "Let's go!"
And so, the Goblins set off in a chaotic frenzy, bumping into each other and making strange "yiyiyaya" noises, showing no regard for the importance of the activity.
They stumbled their way to the outside of Wild Boar Valley and then hid in the dense grass. With wide eyes, they nervously and excitedly stared at the valley, quietly observing their target.
Just as they were getting ready to charge, a group of fierce Gnolls suddenly rushed out.
Only to see these Gnolls holding relatively more delicate weapons (though still not reaching the level of iron weapons), each one eager to fight.
"Brothers! Kill Wild boar chief and offer it as a sacrifice to the gods! The gods will then bestow blessings upon us!"
After speaking, the Gnolls revealed a third arm, looking very pleased.
"Look at my third arm, it's the blessing that the god gave me last time. If you work hard, maybe this time the god will also give you a blessing!"
Other Gnolls looked at the three hands of Gnolls and were extremely envious. Looking at the wild boars in Wild Boar Valley, it's as if they could already see their third foot, their third eye...
Without waiting for Three-handed goblin to finish speaking, extremely brave and without hesitation, they charged directly towards the herd of wild boars, not waiting for Wild boar chief to be left alone, and howled as they rushed up.
Goblin Chief Seeing this situation, his eyes rolled around, and he secretly calculated in his heart: "Hmph, these reckless guys, let them fight to the death first. When you are both injured, I will easily reap the benefits."
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