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“Imogus Salazar (Goblin Language)”
The goblin warrior, whose arms had been torn off, uttered the last words of its life before its head was forcibly ripped off.
On the other side, Ye Shuangluo casually threw flames to incinerate the three goblin warriors he had just killed.
“Master, I can feel it. My body is nearly saturated. To hone myself, please refrain from intervening further and let me fight alone.”
Silver knelt before Ye Shuangluo, speaking with utmost respect as he made his request.
Ye Shuangluo nodded slightly, uttering a single word.
“Alright.”
Since Silver was on the verge of evolving, he was more than willing to oblige.
Moreover, the guild mission to hunt the goblin royalty was still at zero progress.
His mission was nearly complete, so letting Silver fight alone for practice was no big deal to him.
The duo, man and ant, proceeded straight toward the core area.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ye Shuangluo suddenly sensed several unique auras.
These auras were distinctly different from those of ordinary goblins.
The young man frowned slightly. Could it be that players had been captured and turned into breeding tools again?
But these auras didn’t seem like those of players.
With a hint of curiosity, Ye Shuangluo led the soon-to-evolve Silver toward the direction he sensed.
Upon reaching the destination, what met his eyes were several unique goblins.
Without exception, they were all silver.
Of course, despite the different breed, the desire in their eyes hadn’t diminished at all.
Especially when they saw Ye Shuangluo, his strong physique made them almost drool.
“Guzakaka (Goblin Language)”
The leading goblin spoke excitedly and then waved its hand.
Whoosh!
A wind blade accurately hit Ye Shuangluo. If not for his headband, it might have messed up his hairstyle.
Ye Shuangluo tilted his head slightly. Along the way, he had encountered many goblins, but this was the first time he met ones capable of manipulating elements.
Silver, seeing them dare to attack Ye Shuangluo, released a violent and terrifying aura.
“Filthy creatures! I’ll tear you apart.”
Bang!
Silver shot forward like a silver lightning bolt, his legs propelling him with such force that the ground beneath him caved in.
The goblins frantically tried to stop him from approaching, hurling countless wind blades, vine whips, and fireballs as if they cost nothing.
But Silver’s skill, [Beast of Calamity’s Gaze], had already activated, putting all these goblins in a state of “confusion” and “panic.”
Thus, these attacks caused no real harm, and some even hit their own allies.
Giggle!
As Silver approached the goblins, his exoskeleton rapidly transformed into a pair of arm blades.
When he reached the goblins, he showed no mercy.
One slash per goblin, be it decapitation or bisecting, he killed all the element-manipulating goblins.
Once they were all dead, Ye Shuangluo stepped forward to examine their bodies.
These goblins shared a common trait, whether they were bear goblins, ordinary green-skinned goblins, goblin warriors, or the two subspecies of red and silver skins.
Their blood was all green, without exception.
Upon closer inspection, Ye Shuangluo noticed that these silver-skinned goblins seemed more attractive than ordinary goblins.
Aside from their sharp teeth and silver skin, they didn’t resemble goblins. Instead, they looked like humans with naturally ugly appearances due to their parentage.
Ye Shuangluo closed his eyes, beginning to sense the nearby goblin gathering spots.
After a while, he gently opened his eyes and headed straight for the goblin gathering point he had just sensed.
As for Silver, he naturally followed obediently behind Ye Shuangluo.
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Rip!
Silver skillfully tore off the head of the last goblin guarding the cave entrance.
Ye Shuangluo was already accustomed to such scenes, having seen them countless times before, and was somewhat numb to it.
After killing the gatekeeping goblins, they entered the cave one after the other.
Although he had sensed the cave’s unique aura before entering, Ye Shuangluo was still slightly stunned when he saw the “items” hanging on the walls inside.
Pointed ears, golden hair, azure eyes, and tall figures.
All these indicated their identity: the fantasy race “elves.”
Each of them seemed like a work of art created by deities, meant to be admired from afar, not desecrated.
But now, these artworks were all hung on the walls, turned into breeding tools.
Their exquisitely crafted clothes were stained with blood, and their graceful figures were marred by wounds, devoid of any beauty.
As fellow fantasy creatures, elves were far more popular than mere goblins.
After all, elves’ most prominent feature was their outstanding looks.
Compared to goblins, humans preferred and were more accepting of elves.
Perhaps it’s just the nature of visual creatures.
Ye Shuangluo had no doubt that if these “items” were on Earth, countless people wouldn’t mind and would be willing to take them in.
Through close observation, Ye Shuangluo also understood the origin of those silver goblins.
They… seemed to be children born of elves.
So their ability to manipulate elements was inherited from their mothers?
Ye Shuangluo could sense that these “items” all had relatively excellent elemental affinity.
He couldn’t help but ponder: ordinary humans gave birth to green-skinned goblins, players to red-skinned goblins, and elves to silver-skinned goblins.
These goblins were truly terrifying.
No wonder they were the world’s most favored race.
Ye Shuangluo had no doubt that if they could capture a dragon, they’d definitely try to stir the pot with a toothpick.
Speaking of goblins and dragons, what kind of goblin would that produce?
Ye Shuangluo couldn’t imagine such a scene; he simply didn’t have that kind of advanced imagination.
Just then, a faint voice echoed in the cave.
“Imoza (Elven Language: Friendly Human)”
The speaker was an almost disfigured elf, who had lost both hands and one eye.
Ye Shuangluo tilted his head slightly. He couldn’t understand. What was this elf saying? Elven language? Goblin language?
Speaking of reverse invasion, why couldn’t he automatically master the world’s language?
Was it because invaders didn’t need to be cultured and didn’t need to speak with the invaded?
“Morasa Kala (Elven Language: Please help us, save us, and we will surely reward you generously)”
Ye Shuangluo still couldn’t understand, but after thinking for a moment, he clapped his hands, seemingly understanding her intent.
“You mean you want me to help you find relief, right?”
His gaze lingered on the “items’” swollen bellies.
As a proud and arrogant race, elves being imprisoned by mere goblins and turned into objects, with their bellies now carrying little goblins that would harm others when they grew up, was something they surely couldn’t accept. It had to be.
Ye Shuangluo felt his reasoning was sound, so he drew [Mortal Kill] and decided to help these poor elves.
Giggle!
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