Chapter 248 Plague? Rebellion!

In Black Wind Castle, the Goblin community was as usual. The air was filled with the smell of metal and engine oil. The factory chimneys spewed out thick smoke day and night, just like the pipes in the mouths of the supervisors.

Goblins moved in groups through the narrow alleys, stepping on the muddy ground, running between workshops and residential areas.

Although this place is poor, it is stable.

Since Snik took office as the director of the Goblin Neighborhood Committee, the order in the community has gradually stabilized. The sheds in the community no longer leak wind or rain, and the goblin laborers are willing to work honestly and have work to do.

It's not just the Goblins who are having a good life, of course that also includes Snik who is the most credited.

The devil never treats his servants badly, especially the excellent ones.

Snick believes he undoubtedly belongs to the latter group.

Although he had never been to the maze in Thunder County, thanks to the appreciation of the Demon King and sufficient funds allocated to the neighborhood committee, he had already lived a life in Black Wind Castle that was no less than that of the "cowards" - not only did he use beer instead of drinking water, he even used beer to rinse his mouth. He was just short of doing the butterfly stroke in the barn and taking a bath in a wine barrel.

Actually, it’s not that he can’t do it, but it’s mainly because his thinking has not slipped fast enough, and the old concept of saving whenever possible has not been changed.

The beer after rinsing the mouth can be drunk, but the beer after taking a bath is a bit difficult. He can't just drink it too much, otherwise he won't be able to finish it even if his stomach bursts.

Goblins are not hell dwarves after all, their physiques are different.

But the next generation is different.

Snik thought that his children would definitely not be defeated by him. They would definitely be better at ripping things than he was, and they would definitely feel more at ease with ripping things than he did, unlike him who felt pain while ripping things.

Another busy and leisurely day.

Snick was leaning against the door of his "office," an old carriage, proudly shaking a goblet he had picked up from somewhere while flipping through a thick document covered in doodles.

There weren't many things that needed his personal attention recently. The younger brothers patrolling the community were enough to handle them. Although there were occasional complaints, they never reached his ears, let alone the ears of the Demon King. That was why he had the leisure to drink during work. If it was a month ago, when he was still a commander without troops, he would definitely not have such leisure.

"Burp... Lord Demon King tastes really good... hehe." The slightly tipsy Snick wiped his mouth, pinched the document with his long nails and turned a page, admiring the results of his work over the past month.

However, at this moment, his beautiful day was broken by a panicked shout.

"Boss! Something bad has happened!"

A goblin rushed into the "office" panting, looking panicked and with cold sweat on his forehead.

Snick was so frightened by his appearance that he almost fell off his chair, and even the hat on his head fell to the ground.

However, it was precisely when he saw the hat that fell on the ground that he suddenly remembered his superior status. He immediately coughed and signaled to the panting goblin with a stern face to stay calm.

"Look at you! How can you behave like a member of our Goblin Neighborhood Committee?"

The goblin fell to his knees with a thud, his voice filled with fear.

"Boss...it's the plague!"

"Plague?!" Snick's eyes widened. "How is this possible?! How could a plague suddenly break out when all is well?"

This kind of thing never happened to the community next door when it was soaked in water before. How come it's not clean anymore after the broken facilities have been repaired?!

The goblin couldn't explain it clearly and just stammered.

"Many goblins have fallen in our community... Go check it out!"

Snick's hand trembled slightly, and the wine glass almost fell to the ground. He widened his eyes, and countless terrible images flashed through his mind in an instant - a large number of goblins lying on the streets, dying, corpses piled up, and no one was working. Looking at the factory with no one working, the Demon King was furious, held him responsible, and dragged him away to be burned alive...

No--

Wait! Now is not the time to panic.

Snik took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and forced a smile on his face, saying, "Don't panic, don't panic... Plague? What a joke! We are goblins blessed by the devil, how could we be defeated by a mere plague?"

"But..." The goblin wanted to say something else, but was pushed away by Snik.

"Damn it! Take me there now!"

…

The once bustling alley was now devoid of the many playful figures, replaced by painful groans and intermittent coughs.

Snik walked quickly through the alley and looked at the goblins lying on the street corners - most of them were curled up in the corners, holding their stomachs with their hands, their faces were pale, and cold sweat was on their foreheads, as if they were being severely tortured by something.

"What on earth is going on?"

He tried hard to suppress the panic in his heart, controlled the rhythm of his breathing, and quickly walked towards a goblin who was lying on the ground groaning, and kicked him with his foot.

"Hey, hey! Get up, stop playing dead!"

The goblin just uttered a faint hum and didn't respond.

Now Snick broke out in a cold sweat.

Is there really a plague? "Boss! Come and see the slugs!" The goblin next to him ran over and shouted to him.

"Slug?! What happened to him?"

Hearing the familiar name, Snicket's head whipped around, chasing the goblin and his voice into a shabby shack.

The room was dimly lit, with a few greasy candles barely illuminating a corner.

Slug was lying on a bed made of rotten wood, trembling all over, his lips were purple, like a tomato that was about to rot. His snot was more spectacular than usual, his whole face was almost buried in the snot, and he looked quite miserable.

"Boss, I'm almost dying..." Slug groaned in a weak voice, opened his eyes a little and looked at Snick pitifully.

“Don’t die! Just hold on!” Snick kicked away the things blocking his way, rushed to Slug, grabbed his collar and shook him violently, “Aren’t you the most durable? Why are you about to die?!”

"Boss... my stomach hurts... burp..."

Slug was already feeling unwell, and after being shaken around like that, he almost fainted on the spot.

He hummed, a trace of unknown liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he almost spit on Snicker.

Snick subconsciously took a step back, wrinkled his nose and cursed: "Damn it! Don't vomit on me! It's so disgusting!"

The slug rolled his eyes and lay back, unconscious.

Snik was anxious and quickly looked around the room, and found that Slug's condition was much worse than that of the other goblins.

The goblins lying on the street could at least groan a few times, but Slug's face was black, his lips were purple, and he was about to die.

Snick felt uneasy, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Something is wrong! This is so weird!

Why are he and his lackeys fine, but these guys have become sick?

He tried hard to recall the differences between himself and these poor guys, and then his eyes fell on the wine bottle in the corner.

It was a beer bottle that the slug had picked up, but it contained not beer but water.

This wimpy guy couldn't even drink a sip of alcohol, but he was too proud to drink, so he picked up the bottles left over by his other brothers and pretended to be a spendthrift like a coward.

"water……"

Snick's eyes suddenly widened, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

He turned suddenly, rushed out of the shed, grabbed the goblin who had just led him, and asked anxiously.

"Water! Did they all drink the water?!"

"Water? Ah... yes..." The goblin was frightened by his sudden madness and nodded stutteringly, "I, I haven't drunk any water in the past two days... But Slug can't drink alcohol, so he must have drunk some..."

"Where did he drink it?!" Snick continued to ask.

"Of course, it's the community water pump... I guessed." At this point, the goblin seemed to feel unconvincing and added in a low voice, "Boss, Slug is not poor after following you. The rain barrel he used to put on the roof has been removed a long time ago... I guess he won't drink other people's water. That little money is not a big expense for him."

There is rain in the underground world, mainly water that seeps in from the towering dome. I heard that it is no different from the rain outside, except that it is a little salty.

In order to save money, some goblins collect rainwater on their roofs, using all kinds of tools.

Because of his relationship, Slug's pockets are fatter than those of the other goblins, so he naturally won't drink that kind of "bad quality water".

Snick's mind suddenly exploded, and he understood in an instant why Slug's condition was much more serious than that of others.

This is not a plague at all—

Someone poisoned the water source of Black Wind Castle! "Damn... these bastards!"

Snick gnashed his teeth in hatred and clenched his fists so hard that they made a creaking sound.

Who is so bold as to pull such a sinister trick in the Demon King's territory? !

In fact, there is no need to guess -

As early as more than a month ago, he had already targeted those sneaky guys. There was no doubt that they were the ones who did it! If it weren't for the merciful Lord Demon holding him back and asking him to stay put, he would have already caught all these hateful bastards and strangled them in the cradle.

As soon as Snick thought of this, a chill suddenly crept up his forehead.

etc--

Lord Demon...seems like he already knew about this?

Even the Demon King didn't need to be aware of it. Even a small figure like himself had already noticed that a group of guys with bad intentions were planning something under his nose.

And now, they have really taken action.

Snick froze in place, his lips trembling slightly, and a bone-deep chill silently crept through his entire body.

His face first turned pale, then turned green again, until he completely digested the fear, his face became rosy again.

At this moment, he finally understood what the mission given to him by the Demon King was.

The Magic Crystal Cannon Factory is actually not that important. Even if it is demolished and rebuilt, it will only cost a little more money, and not much.

The same goes for the goblins in Black Wind Castle. There are plenty of these things in Hell.

The Dragun family wanted to create chaos in Black Wind Castle in order to get an excuse to continue attacking the Demon King. This excuse didn't even have to be made very beautiful; it didn't matter if it was a little far-fetched, just like the disastrous defeat they had inflicted on the front line.

For the Demon King, it was obviously not cost-effective to counter the opponent's moves. It was far less efficient to pour a bucket of kerosene on him when the opponent tried to light a fire! Black Wind Castle was a trap from the beginning.

The front line is too far away for the Demon Lord, but this place is under his firm control.

And now, those guys who couldn't hold back finally stepped on it...

The younger brother at the side looked at the boss with a gloomy expression and asked in a low voice.

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"Boss...what should we do now?"

Snick was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he roared in a shrill voice with a fierce and decisive voice.

"This is a premeditated rebellion against the Lord of Black Wind Castle!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

A pair of astonished eyes looked at him as if he were a monster.

Looking at his astonished younger brothers, Snik grabbed one of the goblins by the shoulder and roared with spit flying.

"Without a doubt, it was the people from the Chamber of Commerce Alliance! Those traitors poisoned our water source! This is not a plague at all! Go tell your neighbors, go tell all the goblins! What are you all standing here for? Go now!"

The goblins were frightened by his roar and hurriedly crawled to the depths of the goblin community, passing the message to every goblin they met along the way.

Panic was spreading in the most densely populated areas of Black Wind Castle, and its speed was no less than the spread of the "plague".

At the same time, Snicker returned to the overturned carriage and rang the bell hanging on the carriage with all his strength.

Hearing the tinkling sound, heads popped out from the goblin community and looked in Snik's direction in surprise.

Some of them were sick, some looked pale, and some looked sick... There were also some guys who were fine. Obviously, either they were too poor and did not drink the non-free water in the past two days, or it was not their turn yet.

Snik glanced at the goblins present, then took a deep breath and climbed to the top of the carriage in one go.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes, which had originally been cunning and greedy, were now burning with unprecedented anger.

"Everyone! Look at our brothers and sisters around us! Look at our neighbors! Look at our compatriots - those poor guys lying on the ground groaning in pain!"

His voice was like thunder, echoing in the center of the narrow and crowded community, causing every goblin to prick up their ears and freeze their gazes at him, waiting for him to continue.

Living up to their expectations, Snicker roared loudly in his booming voice.

"Some people say this is a plague! Bah! Bullshit plague! Ask yourself, why are we poor bastards who drink rainwater all fine, but only those guys who drank water from the water pump in the past two days fell down?!"

Of course, he hadn't drunk rainwater recently, and even used beer to rinse his mouth, but that kind of detail was not important at all. I heard that the boss of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce used to take a bath with beer! No one would jump out to ruin his plan at this time.

Looking at those pairs of pupils with different expressions, Snicker roared and continued.

"This is not a plague! Someone is poisoning our water supply!!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar among the brothers.

These words were like a lit torch, instantly igniting the emotions in the hearts of the goblins present.

"Someone poisoned the water!?"

"Who is it?! Who did it?!"

"Damn it! It must be those hell dwarves... Recently, there's a hell dwarf living near our community, and I don't think he's a good person!"

"Could they be human spies? Those... adventurers?"

"Adventurers?! Here? What bullshit are you talking about! I think it's probably the Chamber of Commerce Alliance—"

“That’s right!”

Finally, the voice he wanted to hear came to his ears. Snick waved his hand fiercely to suppress the restless crowd. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a low voice: "You are right, it is the Chamber of Commerce Alliance! Those guys who have the same blood as us but suck our bones!"

The scene was dead silent, and all the goblins' eyes were focused on Snik, waiting for his explanation.

Snick took a deep breath and then spoke in a deep voice, as if he had experienced the conspiracy personally.

"Last night, I was patrolling near our water pump and saw a sneaky figure. He was wearing silk clothes that only the nobles of the Magic City had, and he was holding something in his hand and secretly pouring it into the water!"

He raised his fist violently, the anger on his face almost turning into tangible flames: "At first I thought it was some bastard who was stealing water, but now it seems that he is clearly harming us!"

The goblins' breathing became rapid, and anger boiled in their hearts. It was the fear that had nowhere to vent that eventually turned into a raging fire after they were left with nowhere to go.

Snicker continued to rant.

"Who would poison our community? Me? You? Those dwarves who have nothing to do with us? They have no reason to do that! Only those guys... those goblins who don't live on the same street as us but are covered in the same skin as us! You know who I'm talking about, it's them!"

"Those damned guilds! Selfish maggots! They don't want to see us goblins live a good life! Do you remember what kind of life we ​​lived before the Demon King came here? Our homes were soaking in puddles and no one cared about them. The dead were rotting in the streets, and those guys wouldn't even look at us!"

"And now, we have jobs! We have wine to drink! We can earn money and eat hot meals instead of digging for food in the garbage dump!"

"But these damn parasites are jealous! They can't stand us living better than them! They raise prices, steal our wages, manipulate the market... They use every method they can think of to torture us, even poisoning the water to kill us!"

Snik stretched out his hand and pointed fiercely at the block standing in the distance under the night sky. It was the headquarters of the major chambers of commerce and the only street in Black Wind Castle that was out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere, just like Queen Street in Thunder City.

The buildings there were tall and gleaming, far superior to the shabby shacks of the goblin community.

"...and they themselves live in spacious houses, sleep on soft beds, drink the best wine, eat the most delicious meat, and fiddle with tea and tobacco bought from human territory...This is their kindness! This is their attitude towards us! Plague? I think they are living well!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

The goblins' eyes were filled with anger, their hands clenched into fists and their teeth clenched. Some timid guys slipped out to report to the guards, but the guards said nothing after receiving their reports, but just watched quietly from a distance, waiting for it to continue to ferment.

Snik clenched his fists and his voice became more and more excited. He blamed all the things, whether they existed or not, on those guys, just to make the fire burn more and more.

"...These parasites in the Chamber of Commerce Alliance have forgotten that they are also goblins, and have forgotten their loyalty to the Demon King! They do business with those demons who covet us, and are on good terms with the humans on the surface! They use us as tools, they want us to be their cattle and horses forever, they just want us to keep our heads down for the rest of our lives! Drink stinky water for the rest of our lives! Eat garbage for the rest of our lives! And now they want to take our lives!"

"That's enough!"

Snick's voice exploded like thunder.

He slowly scanned the crowd, his eyes cold, and spoke in a low but extremely firm voice.

"My compatriots, we can't stand it any longer! Today they poison our water, tomorrow they will cut off our food supply! The day after tomorrow they will climb higher on our corpses!"

"We must settle accounts with them! Make those bastards who betrayed the Goblins pay the price!"

"We have to let them know that we are not slaves that they can manipulate at will!"

"We have to make them understand that under the protection of the Demon King, goblins are no longer the lowest creatures in the underground world!"

"We must fight back!"

His voice was like gushing magma, igniting the anger in every goblin's heart.

A goblin raised his fist and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Kill the Chamber of Commerce Alliance!"

"Kill all those bastards!"

"They poison our water, and we drink their blood!"

“Ahhhh!”

Angry roars rose one after another, converging into a deafening frenzy that swept across the entire goblin community.

This long-accumulated gunpowder barrel instantly exploded into fireworks the moment it came into contact with sparks.

Snick stood on the dilapidated carriage, watching the scene calmly. He watched the wave sweep towards the block where the Chamber of Commerce Alliance was located, and a smile of victory appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As expected, the Demon King's guards never showed up.

It seems that his speculation was correct, and this was exactly what the Demon King wanted him to do - to act like a mad dog biting its enemy to death.

He might lose a few teeth, but he would definitely be able to scrape off some flesh from the opponent's legs.

plague?

This is rebellion!

And there is no doubt that it was the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, under the instigation of the Dragun family, that took the initiative...

(End of this chapter)