Chapter 3 Chapter 1 The New Lord

A human philosopher said: "If there are no accidents, then history just repeats the past." If it wasn't for a trade route that passed through Corson in the summer of 2011, then we just kept repeating it. With the commercial route connected to the east, the boring days began to become exciting.Many humans also came to Corson.Baba's brother began to worry about the humans, but that worry soon disappeared. In my memory, human beings are barbaric, and wars often occur between them. One group of people kills another group, and we always dispose of those corpses mercifully. After all, ogres are always very fond of fresh human corpses. of interest.

By our kindness, the goblins have for the first time allied themselves with the ogres, and we shall never fear the savage men again.Just imagine, a caravan with many guards finds itself stopped, "a horde of goblins." Humans always make a dismissive sound for the first time, but when the bone whistle of Dad Brothers is blown, a group of eight to When the nine-foot-tall ogre wobbled out of the depths of the woods, it made all the difference. After all, dozens of goblins plus ogres were enough to scare any human being.But even if humans hand over the tribute, their fate depends on the stomach of the ogre.

Because of the continuous victories in the war, we became rich, and our compatriots no longer wore tattered leather armor. Dad's brother was the first to wear steel armor, but it made him look like a headless ghost. All goblins are scared away when shown at a routine evening gathering. In that summer, a group of humans who claimed to be the Black Eagle Bandit Group offered us tribute—their number was not many, just a dozen—Black Eagle specially ordered a new set of steel armor for Dad’s brother, There is also a large stick with the giant fist logo on the top. The first thing Dad's brother did when he got the tribute was to try it, and one unlucky fellow fell to the ground without even humming.When the guy was woken up by the cold water, he started spitting out his knocked out teeth like fruit pits.Every goblin was laughing, and seeing other people in pain was one of the few things we enjoyed entertaining, especially since we were all standing in safe places.Dad's brother was even more proud after trying the new weapon. He shouted loudly and waved his stick to show off his might. If it hadn't been for the accident that another compatriot had his head smashed, everything would be fine.

As the days passed, we became used to the tribute every ten days, and the Black Eagle's tribute was plentiful enough to keep us from having to go to war.No goblin would ask why Black Eagle offered to pay tribute. As long as there is food and gold coins, it will be fine. Even if they ask, there is only one answer: "Lord, the strongest. Tribute, yes." "Goblin, Black Hawk, friends. Help, mutual. Help, no. Tribute, no." This is what the leader of Black Hawk said when he came with a tribute. Translated into human language, it is: "Goblin and Black Hawk We are friends, we must help each other if we are friends, if the goblins cannot help Black Hawk, then there will be no more tributes from now on."

Look, goblin language is much more refined than human lingua franca, and a dozen words can express such a long meaning clearly. Of course, Dad's brother has no way to refuse his request.Without the Black Hawk there would be no tribute, and if food and money could not be distributed, then all the goblins would be unhappy, and if all the countrymen were unhappy, then the lord's position might not be secure. In fact, goblin lords are far inferior to human lords.When a human lord has to take on a mob, all he has to do is send in an army.And goblin lords can't do that at all - all goblins are soldiers, and all soldiers are civilians.Every goblin fears you when you are the lord, and the fear of goblins depends on the power of the lord and the benefits that can be brought to them.

To kill those barbarians in Corson means to kill the other bandit groups except Black Hawk.Blackhawk's request was no big deal to us, Corson was a goblin's, and no creature was more familiar with it than we were.From that day on, where there are bandits, there are ogres and goblins, and soon only Black Hawk is left in the whole Kosen. Where there are trade routes, there will be bandits, and where there are bandits, there will be armies.The city of Vitina sent thirty knights and fifty soldiers to wipe out Kosen, and the black eagle once again made a request to his father's brother-every living goblin knows not to fight with the human army, goblin There is no chance of winning the war with the human army-I don't know what method Black Hawk used, although Dad's brother was crying, he finally agreed.

On the day of the war, Dad's brothers "inspired" every compatriot who was unwilling to go with a big stick, and all the goblins except those who guarded the camp went.Humans were taken aback when armies of goblins and ogres appeared. The bone instruments all rang out in the shouts of father and brother, all kinds of strange and noisy sounds were enough to spread all over Corson, and then we walked closely together holding the nine-foot-long gun. Our favourite, goblins aren't going to give up something like this to increase the safe distance. When the black gun array moved, the human knight showed uneasiness.Human war stories always write about knights blasting guns. I can guarantee that there must be such a scene, but it is by no means every one.No matter how stupid we are, we can still see that a knight with only a shield and a sword will only turn into a meat skewer.Even if they brought lances, they might not dare to rush nine feet to nine feet.

The performance of the knight affected the infantry, who appeared frightened.As long as the other party is afraid, it means that they are weaker than us. Goblins can't be wrong in judging weakness. We are born with this intuition.When we fired our crossbow bolts one after another, the humans ran away like rabbits. This was the first goblin victory over a human army. "If the other party is weak, then bully to the end, and take all the other party's things before other goblins do it." Under the dogma of our life, every goblin runs fast, and the ogres run faster than us, and their purpose is to eat.

If the human army can be defeated, then the human camp belongs to the goblins.The victory of the war made Dad's brothers make a decision they had never made before: "Camp, human. Attack, camp, ours." A moment changed. 『①Attack human castles and capture them. 』 Four days later we arrived at the city of Vitina. We couldn't see a single human being outside the city, and the heavy city gates were tightly shut.Facing the tall city wall, we realized that we did not bring a ladder, even if we had a ladder, we would not be able to reach the top of the city. The city of Vitina was already full of human soldiers. They looked at us with disgust, and laughed when they found that we had no siege equipment. Dad's brothers could only stomp their feet angrily. Who can laugh at him, after all he is Cregan Greatfist, the strongest lord.

Since we can't attack, we should surround them. Anyway, goblins are omnivores, and we can eat far more than humans.Father's brother ordered the big tree to be cut down to make a pillar for the door, and at the same time sent the three goblins back to Corson to call all their compatriots. Just as we were besieging the city, the Black Hawks came and quietly brought us food and some new crossbows.After our compatriots arrived one after another, humans began to waver. We were lucky that the lord of Vitina City did not ask for reinforcements at that time. He believed that the goblins who could not attack the city would disperse in a few days.

The siege lasted for a total of... Anyway, it was not six days or seven days. An old man holding a white flag was released from the top of Vitina city. He invited his father's brother to participate in the negotiations.Black Eagle tried his best to persuade his father's brothers to agree to the negotiation. If it dragged on, maybe reinforcements would arrive. The lord of Vitina City must be anxious to negotiate because of his face. After all, being trapped by a group of goblins is not something to brag about. . After a lot of persuasion, my father's brother agreed, but my father and I had to go with him.Dad scowled and murmured to my ignorant glee, but his brother gave him courage with wide-eyed eyes and a swing of a big stick. What happened after that makes me laugh every time I think about it. I think my laughter must have alarmed the attendant outside. He peeped at me curiously and carefully, but he must not understand why I laughed. Bathing is a common thing for goblins now, but at that time, goblins could go a whole year or even a lifetime without bathing.When unable to avoid the rain, most compatriots will reluctantly take off their leather armor and rub their bodies with mud.The bathing that night made the human servants by the pool frown. The expression on their faces was like that of a businessman who has been robbed. I knew they wanted to cover their noses, but they were afraid that this behavior would insult the goblins. Crates of perfume were carried into the huge bathroom, and the rich aroma mixed with our body odor into an even stranger smell in the air - several human servants collapsed after a few minutes.The water in the pool changed color quickly, and every once in a while the humans would invite us to another bath in awe, and gradually their frowns lessened, rose petals began to be thrown into the bath, and we never Keep stuffing them in your mouth—goblins don't waste a morsel of food. The next morning, I found a new set of clothes at the door, no holes, no dirt, and just the right size.The human world began to fascinate me because of their soft beds and delicious food.The new clothes don't mean much to the goblins, because after breakfast, we have already painted them in various colors, and Dad and his brother even wiped their mouths with their sleeves unceremoniously.Amidst the loud sound of eating, I heard human whispers and saw disdainful eyes. While we were eating breakfast, the old human man who waved the white flag yesterday came out. He spoke the language of our goblins, and the human language we know is just: "The tribute is here, you run. If you don't run, shoot to death!" The human old man has the same features as the mage, they are the same skinny, the same bearded, the same old, I think Papa's brother must want to beat something with a stick, but he still looks kind in front of the old man. "Goblins, humans, moonrise, feast, peace, spring to winter, to Cregan, the strongest, the right to tax."① 『①At dinner, humans and goblins will sign a peace treaty. As an additional condition, humans will give goblins the right to collect taxes. 』 Although we didn't know what the right to collect taxes was at the time, it wouldn't be bad if it was given by humans.Papa's brother stopped his breakfast and grinned, sticky drool dripping from his yellow teeth, and his green ears quivered a little to show he was ecstatic. Unfortunately, it happened at this time, the apple he stuffed into his mouth before suddenly stuck in his throat, and my father ran to his brother in a hurry. During this time, Dad became the new lord of Corson. When Papa's brother died, human beings were at a loss, men and women were so panic-stricken, it seemed that the terrible army outside would invade at any time.The human lord of Vitina City yelled at the servants, and then kept talking with the old man, pointing at us from time to time. At that moment Dad showed his credentials as a lord, he overturned a table, and after that all human eyes turned to Dad. "I, Cregan, the strongest, the new lord!" He waved his arms vigorously and shouted loudly, and the human old man immediately explained his father's words to the human lord. Human kindness becomes like summer weather, and everything is back to order in a flash.The human lord took Dad's hand cordially, congratulated Dad with a smile—of course, he had to translate through the old man—and said that if Dad could take his compatriots back, then he would give Dad an extra gift.But what to give to the goblin?The famous paintings on the walls of the human lords were no different to me at the time. The things that humans call antiques are likely to become water bottles in our hands. Most of their jewelry is not suitable for us, because those inlaid We can't even wear rings with precious stones. In the end, Dad took some pearl necklaces, beautiful clothes, a comfortable bed, and of course gold coins.The goblin knows best about the goblins themselves. If they don't bring benefits to the compatriots outside the city, those big bosses will definitely hang their father to death. When the sun rose to the middle, we left the city, followed by fifty carriages and nearly a hundred bound humans.Papa announced his brother's death among the goblins, leaving the countrymen in a daze.Then they began to shout loudly, the big bosses were about to move, and the gallows was erected immediately. After Papa "silenced" a few goblins with a big stick in his hand, he declared himself the new goblin lord and showed off the cargo of fifty wagons.The ogre is very willing to support Dad to become the lord, facing the "gift" of nearly a hundred people, they have already begun to swallow their saliva. Want a carriage or face an ogre?Amidst those low nasal voices, my countrymen made a wise choice: after glancing at the previous lord, they immediately cheered the new lord. "I, Cregan, the strongest, seize power and die." Dad was extremely excited amidst cheers. For the first time, I understood the usefulness of those goods. The first thing I learned was: there are benefits to besieging the human camp, and the benefits can make the goblins loyal. Of course, the goblin chronicles in the future did not forget the dead former lord, after all, he was Dad's brother.