The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Fortunately, compared to other places, the house where the Pig-Headed Captain lived was in good condition. Perhaps out of consideration for highlighting his status and identity, both the ground under his feet and the roof above his head were covered with dry grass.

"I, Darth Allen, will be your leader from today on."

Dora stood on the roof and announced to the Pig-Headed People that he would be the new leader of the Pig-Headed People tribe.

The pig-headed people were very surprised. Although their leader had surrendered, they were reluctant to become the goblins' subordinates. Alan made an example of him to scare the goblins. The only pig-headed person who dared to raise objections in person was thrown into the air by him using the Force. He fell down with a scream and was half-dead.

Seeing his miserable state, the other pig-headed people no longer dared to resist and they all knelt down to acknowledge the rule of the new leader.

For monsters, obeying the strong is a matter of course.

The pig-headed captain took the two goblins to visit the camp, but unfortunately the place was in a mess and there was nothing to be said for.

The scene before them was truly disappointing—the entire camp was in a state of chaos, ruin, and decay, without any bright spots worth mentioning. There was no trace of slaves for entertainment, and even the most basic food reserves were scarce.

Just as everyone reached a remote corner of the camp, what suddenly came into view was a pile of shocking goblin bones.

After careful identification, it was confirmed that these were the remains of the lone goblins that had been abducted by the pig-headed man before, and they had been completely eaten.

Seeing this, Notis' heart tightened, and she thought to herself: If I had not resolutely joined Dora, I am afraid that at this moment, my body would be the same as these poor goblins, and be abandoned here...

Then, a horrifying scene unfolded before my eyes—several incomplete human corpses were lying on the ground! These remains seemed to include both men and women.

According to the pig-headed captain, it turned out that they were all human adventurers captured in this vast forest.

In a deep valley about a day's journey from here, there is a winding path that is like a bridge, closely connecting the few prosperous and bustling human towns in the distance.

Because of this, you can sometimes see caravans or lone adventurers traveling here.

For those male humans who are unfortunate enough to fall into the clutches of the Pig-Headed Man, the fate that awaits them is extremely miserable: once captured, they will be killed instantly, and then their bodies will be ruthlessly taken back and become a delicious delicacy in the mouth of the Pig-Headed Man, cooked and enjoyed by barbecue.

However, if the captured person is a female human, the situation is slightly different. They will be forcibly detained by this group of hideous pig-headed people and forced to participate in a weird activity called "playing poker".

This situation was exactly the same as that of the infamous Goblin tribe! However, in comparison, the Pig-Headed Man was obviously much more violent and ferocious.

They often have difficulty controlling their turbulent emotions, and if they are not careful, they may kill the poor slaves. Because of this, it is rare for someone to survive more than three days in this gloomy and terrifying pig-headed man's lair.

The bodies of those slaves who had passed away eventually could not escape the tragic fate of being roasted by fire and becoming food.

Notis curiously asked about the equipment left behind by humans. In her eyes, it was common for captured human slaves to be killed.

After all, since the ones captured were adventurers, there would naturally be weapons and equipment left behind.

The pig-headed captain brought Dora and Gelulu to a cave dug under the rock wall. This cave was obviously used by the pig-headed people to store items.

There were many metal weapons and armors, as well as some tattered clothes in the cave.

However, since the size of these weapons and armors are too small for the fat pig-headed people, and they do not have the metallurgical technology to transform them, most of the weapons and armors can only be abandoned here and gradually rust.