The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Notis slowly lowered her head and fell into a brief and deep silence.

After a moment, she raised her head again and looked at the women in the cave again.

Her voice was low and trembling:

"I...I really hate the way they cry and fight back..."

As the words fell, Notis's originally clear eyes gradually became gloomy and cruel, as if covered by a layer of frost.

However, Alan, who was standing aside, keenly noticed that the Force emotion emanating from Notis had quietly transformed into a vague sadness and loneliness.

Alan couldn't help but feel confused. He really couldn't figure out the true thoughts of this complex and changeable female goblin in front of him.

Because of this, he finally understood why the old priest commented that Notis had a strange personality and unstable moods.

At this moment, Notis suddenly said that she was exhausted from casting witchcraft, and then turned and ran to a corner deep in the cave.

She quickly crawled into a pile of hay, curled up tightly, and fell asleep like a wounded little animal.

At the same time, the teams that went out hunting and gathering food began to return to the caves one after another.

They returned with a full load, and their laughter and joy echoed throughout the entire nest, making the originally deserted place once again return to its former bustling atmosphere.

And behind this clamor, the mysterious dark force was like a surging wave, tightly embracing every goblin and emitting deafening roars.

This dark force is ruthless and cold, like a biting cold wind in the dead of winter;

But at the same time, it is like a burning flame, giving the goblins endless power and making them stronger and more agile.

Alan knew that the force of the dark side did not require hesitation or mercy. He should transform his fear and repression into anger. Only in this way would his dark side be strong enough to bring him endless power.

He was not sure what to do specifically, but he felt he was heading in the right direction.

He noticed that the female warrior was not there today and was still locked in a cage.

Alan walked slowly and steadily towards the edge of the cage, his eyes falling on the poor woman in front of him.

Her hands, which should have been dancing freely, were now tightly bound. She could only hug her knees helplessly and curl up on the cold ground.

Alan said softly, "You don't have to live in a cage anymore."

Alan got into the cage, untied the rope on the woman's hands, and pulled her out of the cage by her hand.

The woman came out of the cage, shook off the goblin's hand, and stepped back in panic:

"You...you are the leader of that...tribe?"

The woman recognized Alan and seemed to remember that the female goblin who could speak human language had mentioned her leader before.

In fact, the girl could hardly tell the difference between the goblins because they all looked exactly the same to her.

However, only Alan seemed particularly different. He always walked with his body upright, in stark contrast to the other goblins who were hunched over all day long.

Not only that, he is tall and strong, and his face is slightly different. What's even more amazing is that he can now speak human language fluently.

Allen nodded slightly to show his affirmation, and introduced himself: "Yes, I am Allen, my full name is Darth Allen. What's your name?"

……

The woman was silent for a while:

"… Corolla…"

It seemed that the tortured slave life in the past few days had completely wiped out the last bit of resistance in her heart. The woman whispered her name.

"Come on, let's go inside together. I'll introduce you to where you'll be staying for the next few days."

Corolla was full of suspicion and couldn't help but ask:

"You're not going to put me in a cage anymore?"

Alan nodded to indicate his affirmation:

"No! No need. I tied you up and locked you up because I was worried that you would run away or resist."

At this moment, Corolla's originally restless heart finally calmed down. She followed Alan silently and slowly moved towards where the women gathered in the cave.

After entering the inner cave, the surroundings became much quieter. There was only a small and exquisite torch hanging high on the rock wall, emitting a weak and dim light, barely illuminating the entire cave.

A thick layer of hay mat was spread on the ground, and near the wall, two women were lying horizontally. One of them lowered her head, as if she was sobbing softly, and the faint sobbing sound seemed particularly desolate in the silent atmosphere.

The other woman's body was left with only her torso, without any limbs.

When she first saw her, Carola was frightened. She covered her mouth and almost screamed. The woman's arms and legs were cut off. Although the wounds had healed, just seeing this crippled body was enough to make her hair stand on end.

Corolla involuntarily took several steps back, feeling uneasy and panicked.

Alan sighed. He had just forgotten about this matter. Most people would be scared if they suddenly saw such a scene.

Allen: "You will live here with the other women for the next few days."

He glanced at Carola and saw that she was still trembling slightly, so he stepped back.

Alan tried to comfort her: "As long as you don't resist and run away, we won't hurt you."