"Joel Stara Igukuno."

"dragon...?"

Not long after it was built, a low groan came from the castle, which was obviously not up to par in terms of craftsmanship.

A strong goblin sat on the throne.

He is not tall, only about two meters. This height is somewhat similar to that of a strong human being.

Below his field of vision, there were groups of Goblin leaders standing, and on the left and right stood Goblin leaders seven or eight meters tall.

There was no difference between the two, both bowed their heads under his majesty.

No goblin dared to mock his height, because all the goblins who mocked him were killed by him.

Even if it is a seven or eight-meter goblin, after being beheaded, the head will not be higher than his.

He is the King of Goblins and controls the life and death of all Goblins.

Now, he examined the patterns in the ground and made a sound.

The scrawled pattern outlines a familiar biological dragon!

During the invasion, he consciously avoided these guys because the gains outweighed the losses.

Even if you gather an army of goblins, destroying the dragon is a troublesome task.

"So what you're saying is...my subordinates provoked the dragon and were destroyed, right?"

The goblins in the audience were babbling, and their brains were not yet fully developed and could not master the basic skill of speech.

The Goblin King frowned when he heard the answer.

"A one-meter-sized dragon wiped out my commander? Destroyed a lair of thousands of goblins, and there were... cannibal-like guys who listened to him. This sounds like a joke."

"Maybe you should learn to tell the truth."

The voice was soft and leisurely, but it was filled with majesty.

Infinite murderous intent emanated from the Goblin King, causing all the Goblins in the audience to tremble.

The goblin who reported the situation even lay on the ground, and his "babble" sound became even more nervous.

Once again getting the same answer, the Goblin King knew that the goblin below was not lying, and he had no reason to lie.

Unlike the growth and evolution of goblins, the more powerful the dragon, the stronger its strength.

In his opinion, a one-meter-sized dragon could be dealt with by only a few hundred goblins.

Is that dragon different? Or is there some unreported information?

"King, do you want to send an army to attack?" asked the goblin nearby.

This is a goblin with a beard, an old appearance, and a stooped body.

Judging from his appearance, he is a bit weak, but he is one of the few goblin mage, Slim.

The Goblin King tapped the handrail with his fingers frequently, and the clicking sound kept echoing in the palace.

Silin thought for a while and said: "After all, they are your younger brother, a few baby dragons and a small cannibal group, and you have millions of subordinates, so it is very simple to eliminate them."

The exact number of goblins is impossible to determine.

Because every day is a new number, they have no intention of calculating the specific number of subordinates.

"If you die, you will die." The Goblin King said nonchalantly.

"Perhaps, the king can use this matter to win over his subordinates. Standing up for his subordinates and avenging his brothers is something worthy of singing and celebrating. I think your subordinates will praise your greatness." Silin suggested.

The frequency of tapping on the handrail became faster, and in the end, only the sound of "ta da da da..." was left in the space.

Click! The fingers dug into the armrest while tapping.

The Goblin King slowly moved his gaze and looked at Slim.

"It is precisely because he is my younger brother that I let him command thousands of subordinates. I don't need to consider the opinions of my subordinates!"

"Does any of you need me to win over you?"

He glanced at the Goblin leaders and commanders in the audience. All the Goblins lowered their gazes and knelt down on one knee, imitating the practice of loyalty to the royal family in the human kingdom.

"I'm afraid that stupid guy will never remember that he has a brother like me until he dies. After all, he only has a little brain. Giving him too many subordinates is a preferential treatment."

The goblin commander normally only has a few hundred subordinates under his command. Just as the Goblin King said, he gave his nominal brother sufficient preferential treatment.

"It's ridiculous that such a guy is my brother! If possible, I would like to kill him myself, but I don't want to set a bad example for my children. In that case, they will learn from their father and even produce

The thought of betrayal, that would be bad, killing your own child is a bad feeling."

Silin hurriedly knelt down and expressed his allegiance.

He didn't doubt the Goblin King's words. He just slaughtered several children who had a sense of rebellion last month.

A Goblin mage, no matter how precious he is, is not much more precious than his own child.

"There is no doubt about your strength! No goblin dares to rebel against you, and I think the same goes for the princes."

"So, how are we going to handle this?" Silin asked.

The Goblin King did not answer the question immediately, but was thinking about it.

After gaining wisdom, he understood the gap between his race and the most powerful humans on the earth, and that was the process of using wisdom.

Humans know how to think. When their Goblin subordinates encounter danger, they can only flee, but they will seek counterattacks in fear and even arrange traps. This is the role of wisdom. After understanding this, Brother

King Bryn gradually fell in love with thinking.

Killing his own children is to show his iron-bloodedness to his subordinates and to seek stability for the ethnic group.

So, how should he decide now?

Indeed, as Silin said, taking revenge would bring him greater prestige. But the Goblin King refused, and the reason was naturally not as simple as what he said.

"...Are many dragons emerging from that forest?"

"Yes, Wang." Silin replied, "There are more than thirty heads reported from the scouts alone."

Baby dragons are synonymous with danger, because there are often adult dragons in places where baby dragons hang out.

With so many baby dragons, it is definitely not a giant dragon having a party. There is only one possibility, and that is that they were captured.

Capturing the baby dragon from the giant dragon... The Goblin had a bolder idea. Did the guy in the forest... leave? Or maybe there was an accident.

His growth took place in that forest. In the enclosed valley, he felt the deadly aura, not only for him, but also for other creatures.

The number of creatures that threatened Goblin in the forest slowly decreased, and it was under the protection of that aura that he slowly evolved.
Chapter completed!