The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Deep in another vast and mysterious forest, there is a tribe called Riverpaw, inhabited by a group of terrifying creatures - the gnolls.

Each of these gnolls is huge, like human-shaped hyenas, with an average height of over two meters.

They were covered with a layer of dirty, messy and tangled gray or brown fur that seemed to have not been washed for years and exuded a strong and pungent stench, just like the unique smell of scavengers.

Similar to the equally savage and brutal pig-headed people, the jackals never engage in any production activities, but instead make a living by plundering and robbery.

Almost every hyena is a born robber. Stealing other people's food or women is a common thing for them.

Because of this, they often become the main targets of adventurers.

Among this group of vicious jackals, there was one guy who stood out particularly, his name was Hogg.

It has a sturdy figure that is two meters tall, with yellowish-brown hair dotted with black spots, making it look even more hideous and terrifying.

As a cruel gnoll with an extreme thirst for blood, Hogg succeeded in beheading the previous leader in a bloody and brutal battle, thus ascending to the throne of the leader of the River Claw gnoll tribe this year.

However, when it actually sat in this position, it deeply realized that this was not an easy and pleasant job.

Although as the leader he can take advantage of the women in the tribe and enjoy the privilege of tasting delicacies first, he also shoulders a vital responsibility - he must find ways to find sufficient food sources for the jackals in the entire tribe.

To this end, it not only needs to carefully plan each robbery target and detailed and comprehensive action procedures, but also to reasonably and fairly distribute the spoils obtained after the war.

But in fact, deep down in his heart, the greedy and selfish Hogg only wanted to take all the wealth for himself and enjoy it alone.

The most difficult problem is that it has to constantly deal with severe challenges from all sides.

Some come from within the tribe, and some come from outside.

For example, before this, there was a guy who called himself the "Goblin King" and actually sent a powerful goblin hero to provoke.

That battle was truly thrilling!

It took me a lot of effort and countless hardships to finally kill it.

However, things are probably far from over.

After all, it remains unknown whether the so-called "Goblin King" will give up.

In order to avoid being sieged and hunted by humans, the River Claw jackals had to frequently change their looting locations.

Therefore, they had no fixed residence at all, and the only places they lived in were some crudely built and extremely simple wooden huts.

These huts can only provide some shade and shelter from the rain, and are hardly comfortable. The entire village is surrounded by a simple fence made of sharpened wood, which can barely be considered a defensive facility.

At this moment, in the largest wooden house in the village, the leader Hogg was sitting there leisurely, holding a fragrant roasted deer leg in his hand, biting it with big bites, his mouth full of oil.

On a wooden stake not far from him, two human women with listless expressions were tied up.

Unlike those low-level goblins, a powerful leader like Hogg possesses absolute power and can monopolize and enjoy all the women and property alone.

As for his subordinates, they could often only get a very small portion of the remaining things.

Suddenly, an alarm horn sounded outside, and a gnoll rushed into the house:

"Captain Hogg, something terrible has happened. A short green goblin has broken in."

Hogg thought that the Goblin King was still unwilling to give up, so he spat out the barbecue in his mouth and picked up the weapon beside him.

Hogg put on his tattered leather armor with a serious look on his face. While sorting out his equipment, he asked in a low voice, "How many enemies are there this time?"

The gnoll minion beside him replied tremblingly:

"My lord, there is only one... a goblin with a stick."

Hearing this, Hogg's hand, which was originally tightening the leather armor strap, suddenly paused, frowned tightly, and shouted in an octave higher voice:

"What? Just one goblin? Is it a goblin hero? Or is it the famous Goblin King himself?"

The gnoll quickly shook his head and explained, "No, sir, it's really just a small goblin, very short, only as tall as my chest."

Hogg was furious when he heard this. He kicked the unfortunate gnoll to the ground and started to curse:

"Then why did you call the police? Why did you blow the horn? You are just making a fuss out of nothing!"

However, the gnoll lay on the ground, his face filled with horror as he continued:

"But, sir, that goblin came here riding on a poisonous bird!"

At this moment, there suddenly came a thunderous roar of a huge monster outside the house. The sound was deafening, as if it was going to tear the world apart.

Hogg's face turned pale instantly, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he almost fell to the ground.

He rolled and crawled in panic, hurriedly grabbed the heavy iron axe leaning against the wall, and then rushed out like a frightened rabbit.

At this time, the entire nest was in chaos.

A dozen or so jackals were so frightened that they ran around in panic, their heads in their hands.

Some ran very fast, rushing out of the village in the blink of an eye, diving into the dense forest and disappearing without a trace.

And in the center of the camp, an extremely huge monster stood proudly.

When its pair of yellow and green wings spread out, they were like a canopy, covering the sky above its head.

The wooden fences around it were torn into pieces under its powerful impact and scattered all over the ground, as if they had been baptized by a terrible storm.

Alan held the heavy iron rod tightly in both hands and stood firmly on the broad and hard back of the poisonous bird.

His eyes were sharp as he stared at the dilapidated large wooden house not far ahead.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the wooden house. It was Hogg.

Hogg's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment and fear.

When he saw the scene in front of him, his body trembled involuntarily, as if he was fixed in place by an invisible force.

He stared at the huge poisonous bird that exuded a terrifying aura. His legs became weak and he could hardly stand.

Seeing this, Alan used his powerful force without hesitation.

As he thought about it, an invisible force instantly pulled the largest werewolf, Hogla, in front of him.

At this moment, Hogg was like a chicken with no power to resist and was easily lifted into the air.