I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 60 Rescue

boom!

The basket hit the ground with a dull thud.

Lifting the burlap sack, the contents inside are revealed...

A basket of gold coins caught the goblin's eye, making his eyes light up.

Berries, red and purple, piled up like small mountains, exuding a sweet and sour aroma. Since the Sweet Forest has already moved here, there's no shortage of these fruits with their special magic.

There were also a few barrels of inferior liquor, the lids weren't sealed tightly, and the smell of alcohol wafted out, immediately attracting the noses of several goblins.

The entire room fell silent.

Then came the sound of everyone swallowing their saliva in unison.

"After we finish this job," Ian said, "all of this is yours."

The goblins' eyes lit up.

Gugu was the first to jump up, raising her arms and shouting, "Follow the adults! We'll eat and drink well!"

"Oh oh oh!!" More than a hundred voices roared in unison, their morale soaring.

Some were already fantasizing about rolling around in front of a barrel of wine, drooling down their chests without even noticing.

After they finished howling, Ian added:

"Stop 'oh oh' like you're some savages. Those of you from Dragon Territory need to be disciplined! Stand up straight, you idiots!"

Ian paused briefly, the light spot within his body adopting a serious expression as he scanned the goblins present. Wherever his gaze fell, the goblins stood ramrod straight.

Ian then spoke again, using the last two words in the common language of Alasia.

"Come, all of you, learn from me. Loyalty! Honesty!"

The goblins didn't understand what it meant, but that didn't stop them from shouting it out loud, though not in perfect unison...

"loyalty!"

……

Late at night, outside the Whispering Cave.

Lilith transformed into a faint, shadowy figure, gliding along the ground towards the private army camp. Neither the moonlight nor the campfire could reach her.

She blended into the night like a true shadow.

The situation is worse than expected.

I originally thought that the majority of the viscount's two hundred private soldiers wouldn't be here, but judging from the number of tents, there are more than a hundred private soldiers gathered here.

The tents of these private soldiers densely covered the area in front of the cave entrance, with a campfire between every few tents, illuminating the surroundings. Occasionally, two soldiers in half-plate armor would patrol back and forth.

However, there were only two people in front of the cave entrance, one of whom was asleep leaning against the mountain wall.

Lilith bypassed the camp, and with a shadow leap, she vanished from the shadows outside the cave into its interior.

"Hmm? Why did the shadow flicker..."

The other guard, who was still awake, seemed to sense something was wrong, but immediately shook his head, picked up the wine flask at his waist, and took two more gulps.

"Hiccup! I'm sure I drank too much..."

The cave was dark, with only a faint light coming from the depths. She glided through the shadows, avoiding the occasional passing soldiers, and made her way to the deepest part of the cave.

It was a natural cave, very spacious, crammed with more than three hundred rabbit-people.

They were divided into sections according to age and gender and squeezed together.

However, there were mostly women here, and quite a few children as well, all with blank expressions. Some leaned against the rock wall with their eyes closed, while others stared blankly at the cave ceiling, lost in thought.

In the corner lay several naked female rabbit-people, motionless, already dead.

Lilith couldn't bear to look any longer. Her gaze swept towards the entrance of the cave, then suddenly stopped.

A man dressed in black armor was sitting there.

He wore black armor and a black robe, and carried a serrated broadsword on his back, the blade wider than himself. He sat on a rock, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword, motionless, like a statue.

Lilith carefully sensed his presence...

Very strong!

He's much stronger than the fourth-tier slave hunter we encountered before.

He's at the fifth rank; he must be the captain.

She memorized the location and quietly slipped out.

But as Lilith departed, the black-armored man sitting there glanced at the shadow where Lilith had last lingered...

……

Back at the temporary rendezvous point, Ian was listening to Lilith's report.

Lilith recounted her story with exaggerated gestures and embellishments, describing her infiltration and reconnaissance as something extraordinary.

Ian gave her a sharp rap on the head and painstakingly pieced together the information: the intelligence was basically correct, there was only one Tier 5 guarding the cave.

Ian's tentacles tapped the ground unconsciously.

"According to the original plan, bring the person out first."

Lilith nodded.

Vivian, who was eavesdropping from the shadows, nodded frequently.

"So that's how it is. Ian went to a nobleman's house to steal people without including me, huh?! And he even stole hundreds at once! I'm so angry!"

……

Three in the morning, the darkest time.

The campfire in the private army camp had burned down to embers, and most of the soldiers were asleep. Only a few patrolmen were awake, but they weren't exactly dedicated to their duties.

"Let's do it!"

With a loud "Gugu," howls and wailing echoed around the camp.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Kill them!"

"Hurrah! Hurrah!"

More than a hundred goblins surged out from three directions at the same time.

Some people threw torches onto the tents.

Some carried chamber pots and splashed them everywhere.

Some were making noise by banging on broken iron pots.

Thump! Thump! Clang!

The camp erupted in chaos.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Soldiers rushed out of the tents, some barefoot, some wearing only half armor, and some clutching weapons but not yet fastening their belts.

Seeing the little green dwarfs hopping around outside, I couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment.

"A goblin?" A soldier rubbed his eyes.

"Goblin?!" The other thought he was still half asleep.

A private army leader rushed out of the tent with a dark face, only to be met with a basin of goblin excrement that smelled slightly foul being poured over his head.

"Aaaaaah! Assemble! Assemble! Kill these damned green rats!"

But the goblins also avoid direct combat.

They run incredibly fast and are incredibly annoying.

They set fires here, threw excrement there, and a few daring ones even sneaked into the tents to steal things.

The soldiers chased after them in a chaotic frenzy, but the goblins scattered and reappeared from another place.

Although these private soldiers overwhelmingly defeated the goblins, they still killed quite a few.

But these goblins were used to the deaths and defeats of their companions; every time they went out to rob, at least ten or eight of them would die.

Besides, this time, if we go back alive, we'll not only have money, but also wine to drink—something even the chieftain has only experienced a few times.

So these goblins are still recklessly looting, vandalizing, and burning.

"Here! There are some here too!"

"Damn it, these green rats!"

In the chaos, a dark object was thrown out of the forest, arcing through the air before landing in the very center of the camp.

thump.

The thing hit the ground with a dull thud.

Just as the soldiers turned their heads, they saw a round, lumpy iron lump, its surface covered with messy runes, and it was still smoking.

"What the hell?"

boom!!!

A burst of intense light and a sharp noise exploded.

Several nearby soldiers immediately covered their eyes and screamed in pain.

The soldiers who were a little further away were also in a daze, momentarily losing their focus.