The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Allen held the iron rod in his hand and pressed it coldly against the female warrior's chin, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

His voice seemed to come from the abyss, cold and ruthless:

"Surrender? Or die? Choose one."

The team leader held his injured arm tightly, his face full of astonishment and disbelief.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at the goblin in front of her, her heart filled with shock and confusion.

How could this goblin in front of me be so powerful?

And, even more shockingly, he can speak human language fluently!

What kind of existence is this?

Allen didn't give the captain much time to think. He turned around and shouted to Notis:

"Notis, come here! Use the vines to tie up the squad leader who has lost his weapon, and then throw him into the pit."

Notis acted quickly, her vines wrapped around the captain like flexible snakes, binding him so that he could not move.

She then threw the team leader into a large pit and imprisoned him with the other captured adventurers.

After dealing with the team leader, Alan walked to the front of the carriage with an iron rod in hand.

He knocked hard on the car door, making a dull sound, and shouted loudly:

"Listen everyone inside, you are surrounded! Give up resistance and come out obediently."

The car was silent, with only the sound of breathing and a tense atmosphere.

After a while, Patrick's trembling voice came from the car:

"Please, please don't do it! Please, don't kill me! I, I am willing to surrender."

This noble had apparently been so frightened after witnessing the tragic scene of the adventurer team being annihilated and surrounded by monsters that he had lost the courage to resist.

Next, Notis used vines to trap the coachman, Patrick and his servants, and the artist Nelson.

Three women were also found in a carriage at the back. They were dressed exquisitely and had beautiful faces. They were trembling as they were surrounded by monsters.

Two of the younger ones were just eighteen years old and looked exactly the same, with short light red hair, blue eyes, and a height of about sixty meters. They wore lace maid outfits and high-heeled leather shoes. If it weren't for the frightened expressions on their faces, they would have been very pretty.

Patrick confessed that they were twin maids given to the count by a wealthy businessman, and their names were Betty and Becky.

The other woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a plump figure and very beautiful features. She had black eyes, delicate makeup, and her long black hair was tied up. She was wearing fashionable clothes with intricate patterns on her skirt and a wide-brimmed hat decorated with flowers.

The woman's face was filled with fear, like a frightened deer.

When Nelson saw his wife being pulled off the carriage by the goblins, he lost control of his emotions instantly. He struggled madly and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Don't touch her! Go away!"

Seeing this, Notis did not deliberately make things difficult for him, but took Denise to Nelson's side and let the couple stay together.

Seeing his wife right in front of him, Nelson finally calmed down.

When facing Patrick, all it takes is a little threat and he will tell him everything.

It turned out that the woman's name was Denise, Nelson's wife. She was a music and etiquette teacher who specialized in teaching aristocratic ladies and servants.

Since the goblin group generally lacked mathematical knowledge, Allen had to count the harvest himself.

Although the carriage was loaded not with gold, silver or treasures but with various building materials and decorative furniture, these were exactly the materials he urgently needed.

In addition, this operation unexpectedly obtained three new high-quality female slaves, which was a great harvest.

"Please, don't kill me!"

Patrick said in a trembling voice,

"As long as you let me go, I will do my best to satisfy you no matter what you want."

"Humph, I'm not a kidnapper."

Alan smiled disdainfully.

He actually doesn't care much about the life or death of these people.

He originally planned to let these prisoners find opportunities for survival on their own. After all, they were just ordinary people caught up in the war, not enemies.

Furthermore, although the Sith were known for their cruelty, they would not kill without reason.

What's more, before setting off, Corolla and Elodie had made a special request, hoping to avoid unnecessary casualties.

Notice didn't want to make the two girls sad.

So Alan ordered his men to push the driver, Patrick and others into the pit one by one.

He originally planned to leave only three women behind, but when he saw Denise crying wildly because she was about to be separated from her husband Nelson, Nelson also struggled desperately and howled.

Notis looked at Allen helplessly and said that she could use drugs to make Denise fall asleep, but even so, she would still be restless after waking up.

After thinking for a moment, Allen decided to take Nelson with him. After the two were stuffed into the carriage, they finally calmed down.

Just as the last person was thrown into the pit, a figure suddenly jumped out, grabbed the spear in the hand of the pig-headed man at the edge of the pit, flipped over, and jumped out of the pit with a few leaps.

It was the Hobbit scout. He probably saw everyone being pushed into the pit and was afraid that he would be buried alive. He somehow managed to break free from Notis's vines and ran away without caring about anyone else.

His agility is almost as good as that of the elf Ansel.

But Alan would not let him leave. Before he could run into the woods, he stretched out his hand and shot a bolt of Force lightning at him.

The sudden magical attack was beyond the Hobbits' expectations. They were electrocuted and their bodies were smoking. They rolled over and fell to the ground.

Although they were seriously injured, they were not dead. Alan discovered that these warriors seemed to have a layer of energy protection when fighting. He didn't know whether it was life energy or fighting spirit.

Alan frowned and thought to himself:

"Is this why they are able to resist my Force lightning?"

He decided to study the problem further in order to better deal with possible enemies in the future.

At this time, the Hobbit scout lying on the ground was groaning in pain, his eyes full of fear and despair.

Just like when she was practicing with Corolla, the female hunter would emit a red light when charging her power, which not only increased her attack power, but also protected her body and weakened the effect of the Force directly acting on her.

However, the hobbit in front of him was obviously far behind the huntress.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground like a half-dead fish, with his mouth wide open, gasping for breath, unable to even utter a scream.