The Romantic Life of a Goblin

After hearing this, Portuga was slightly startled, then he stared at Notis with a very complicated expression and said:

"You were able to win only because of those high-level spellcasting materials. This is really not fair..."

What is even more surprising is that a word like "fairness" would actually come out of the mouth of a goblin. You know, this concept has always been completely unrelated to goblins!

Seeing that the other party was trying to cheat and refuse to admit his mistake, Notis snorted coldly and made a gesture to attack Portuga.

Seeing that Notis's eyes were flashing with a faint green light and she was about to cast a spell on him, Portuga knew that the other party must be a ruthless person, so he quickly waved his hands and jumped back several steps in succession, shouting loudly:

"Wait, wait! Our original intention in coming here is to unite the two tribes into one. And the one we should submit to should be the leader of your tribe, not you... So, you can't do anything reckless..."

Notis looked at the goblin that fled into the crowd and slowly stopped casting the spell in her hand.

She lowered her head slightly, lost in thought.

Although I know in my heart that the other party's action is undoubtedly a cheating act, but when I think about it carefully, it does make some sense.

After all, according to the long-standing fighting tradition of the Goblin tribe, any defeated party must submit to the strongest of the victorious party.

In this case, perhaps it would be more appropriate to let Alan tame these guys.

Nautilus raised her head, glanced at the goblins in front of her, and said slowly, "You can set up a camp here, and when our leader returns in a few days, we can decide whether to surrender immediately or launch a challenge."

After that, she turned her gaze to the other goblins across from her and continued:

"As for you, now that your leader has been defeated by me, you can make a decision now - join our tribe immediately, or wait for some time before making plans."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of goblins suddenly started chattering and making a lot of noise like a boiling pot.

The miserable defeat of the second leader just now was still vivid in everyone's mind. Everyone secretly speculated that even if the big leader himself took action, he might not be able to compete with him.

If the one standing in front of them was not this petite female goblin, but a huge goblin, or a powerful male priest, I'm afraid these guys would have knelt down and surrendered without hesitation.

But female goblins did not have a high status among monsters, only slightly better than ordinary slaves, so this situation made them hesitate for a while.

After a heated discussion, more than a dozen goblins, including a priest and three larger goblins, finally made a decision. They resolutely chose to surrender immediately and expressed their willingness to join the other tribe.

For monsters, submission to the strong is an instinct, there is no doubt about that.

However, there are still some goblins who are taking a wait-and-see attitude. They think that they have not yet met the leader of the other tribe, so they want to wait for a while to see how the situation develops.

At this moment, Notis ordered the old priest to return to the cave and fetch a large amount of dried meat of the ferocious jackal dragon.

Afterwards, she personally cooked a large pot of rich and delicious broth for the goblins who had just joined. You know, the fierce jackal dragon is one of the natural enemies of the goblins in this forest!

Although goblins are not the first choice of the ferocious jackal dragon in daily diet due to their sour and smelly meat, when food is scarce, goblins will still become the ferocious jackal dragon's primary target to fill its stomach.

And at this moment, these goblins were able to taste the delicious broth from this ferocious beast, which undoubtedly made them ecstatic and excited!

For a moment, cheers rose and fell throughout the camp. Even the goblins who were originally hesitant changed their minds, and half of them chose to join them.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Notis gave the order for the goblins to return to their original nests and bring back the remaining companions, all their belongings, and the female slaves. A massive migration was about to begin...

Portuga and Abra did not object to this, because they knew that creatures like goblins have always had such a tradition.

In fact, these goblins had already thought about surrendering, but they felt humiliated after losing to a woman.

After all, they were different from ordinary goblins, and were all called monsters. Notis no longer paid attention to the group of goblins at the entrance of the cave, and immediately turned back to the nest.

At this time, the slaves of her tribe came up to her ecstatically, praising her for being strong and handsome. Notis tightly held the hand of the woman beside her. Although she still looked indifferent and expressionless, as a priestess, she particularly liked to appreciate the joy of the crowd.

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Small town, Hunter's Guild

At the same time, in that quiet town, the atmosphere in the Hunter's Guild was extremely tense. Corolla was so angry that he slammed the counter so hard that the countertop was almost broken:

"What did you just say? There is no such potion?"

The experienced old pharmacist of the Hunter's Guild looked at the furious female hunter in front of him, suppressed his anger, and patiently explained:

"Although the potion used to alleviate the goblin poison is not priceless, it is almost useless to hunters, so naturally there is no stock of it."

The old pharmacist said kindly:

"My child, hunters usually don't take the initiative to cause trouble for goblins. If you really need the relevant potions urgently, you might as well go to the Adventurer's Guild next door to have a look. Maybe someone there has conquered this kind of monster before, and there may be some potions left."

Hearing this, Carola shook his head helplessly, with a hint of anxiety and disappointment in his tone: "I just came from there, and they told me that the goblin's poison is not fatal, and the antidote is actually a chronic recovery type, and it is said that it is only in stock in the church's sanatorium..."