Chapter 51 Half a Month Impact!
Time goes by day by day!
Under the leadership of the big goblin Muguo, a large number of goblin tribes were destroyed, and all of it was transformed into experience, which continuously improved Tang Zheng's level.
The air in the outer area began to be filled with a bloody smell. Even the forest became quiet, and the usually dense bird calls suddenly became much less.
A bad month, June 29th.
Plop! The water splashed.
Tang Zheng emerged from a small river, swam to the shore, and took a nice bath.
Although he had the magic of "smellless" and could remove his own odor, it only removed the odor and was far less comfortable and clean than taking a shower.
Big Goblin Muguo is indeed very familiar with this outer area.
Go ashore.
Tang Zheng took out a clean piece of clothing, wiped the water off it, and then took out a brand new one and put it on.
Then, he sat down in front of the steaming soup that was on the campfire.
"hiss."
Tang Zheng took a sip of the broth and made a comfortable sound.
The broth tasted very bland.
But it is already pretty good in this environment. At least taking a shower and drinking some hot soup can make people feel quite happy.
Of course, the increase in level has made Tang Zheng in a good mood recently.
However, the other one is completely the opposite.
The eldest brother Blin Muguo was lying on the ground not far away. Both of his feet had been broken at the same time, so he could only lie down.
"No, I can't kill him again."
"You can't kill me, my human master."
"Please, don't kill again."
“I can’t kill you…”
"Too many goblins died."
The eldest brother, Blin Muguo, was lying on the ground, wailing and crying weakly.
Face these voices.
Tang Zheng had already gotten used to it and continued to taste the broth with an expressionless face.
The wailing of the big goblin Muguo seemed to be pleading for mercy for the dead goblins, but in fact it was not the case at all.
To be exact!
Although they are considered to be the same race, in the eyes of the big goblins, ordinary goblins, apart from their ability to mate with their own race, are not considered to be members of their own race at all, but are just a group of inferior guys.
For a race that treats even its own kind as food, there is no such thing as sympathy for races inferior to itself.
The real reason why Big Goblin Muguo cried was that as a large number of goblins were killed, when winter came, there were no large numbers of goblins as food reserves.
Their big goblin clan is likely to become food for the ogre masters!
That was all that the eldest brother Brinmuguo was wailing about.
"Shut up."
Tang Zheng swallowed the broth in his mouth and spoke softly.
The eldest brother Blin Muguo's wailing stopped abruptly, he closed his mouth, and his black pupils were full of grievance and cowardice.
Bang! A piece of well-cooked wild boar meat was thrown over by Tang Zheng.
The cooked wild boar meat covered in mud rolled a few times on the ground and appeared in the sight of the eldest goblin Muguo.
The next moment! The fear on the eldest brother Blin Muguo's face and the grievance in his eyes disappeared, revealing his wild greed.
He grabbed the ground with both hands and crawled over quickly!
Immediately following.
The eldest brother Blin Muguo had saliva dripping from his mouth, revealing his sharp, yellow, uneven teeth as he bit the wild boar meat that was tightly held in his hands.
At this moment, he doesn't look even a bit pitiful like he did just now.
"Survival of the fittest is the norm in the forest."
Tang Zheng picked up the broth and took another sip. "Disguise is just a way of survival."
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"E-Rantel".
The third floor at the top of the Adventurer's Guild.
In a large room.
The decoration is simple, without any luxurious items. There are only a few shields and swords with gaps and scars hanging on the wall, which invisibly tell the extraordinary experience of these weapons.
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It is precisely because of the presence of these scarred weapons that the seemingly monotonous and simple room is filled with a rough and adventurous atmosphere.
These three figures were seated beside the quaint long wooden table.
A middle-aged man with gray hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead, who looked to be in his 40s, was sitting on the left side of the wooden table.
Although this man is a bit old, his eyes are very sharp. Although his clothes are loose, one can still vaguely see his muscular body and strength.
Especially the pair of rough hands covered with calluses, which vaguely told others that the other party was very good at using weapons.
now.
This pair of rough hands was holding an exquisite silver container. The liquid inside was emitting a slight chill in the hot weather of June.
And opposite this middle-aged man.
Sitting there was a thin and capable magician wearing a magic robe. He was flipping through a piece of information in his hand.
In addition to these two people, there is a fat man sitting at the top.
The bald head, fat chin and bloated belly made the whole person look like he was embedded in the chair.
Especially at this moment, the other person was leaning against a wooden chair, with his head lowered, his chin and the fat on his neck folded together, and he was dozing off. Every few breaths, a "puffing" sound came from his nose.
It looks like a fat pig.
But the other person was wearing a crimson velvet jacket, a blue vest with gold buttons, and a pure white lining.
In particular, there was a pure golden tie wrapped around the other person's neck, which looked like silk, and was inlaid with a ruby that emitted a faint red light under the contrast of the sunlight.
Such luxurious attire is enough to show that the identity of this fat man is not simple.
The people of E-Rantel would be extremely surprised if they saw these three people sitting together.
Because the three people at the table are the three people with the highest status in the entire city of "E-Rantel".
The middle-aged man was Burdon Ainzach, the leader of the E-Rantel Adventurer's Guild.
The man wearing a magician's robe opposite him was Theo Rakesiel, the president of the E-Rantel Magician Guild.
And the mayor of the city of "E-Rantel", the kingdom's noble, Panasole Gruzer del Redingmeyer!
There was a brief silence in the room.
Ainzach, the president of the Adventurer's Guild, gently put down the silver magic container in his hand and looked up at the mayor who seemed to be asleep.
"Your Excellency the Mayor."
Ainzach's expression was a little serious, but he spoke in a gentle voice.
There was a pause with the sound of "puff".
Mayor Panasole opened his eyes. His eyelids were retracted due to his obesity, and his squinted eyes made it impossible for outsiders to see the emotions in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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