With a loud bang that shook the earth, the dragon's claw was cut in half, but Isidor, who took the attack head-on, was unharmed.
"Ahh! I didn't expect there would be such power. What a miscalculation. But even so..." The golden dragon screamed in pain, retracted its claws, flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
"Haha, after all, you are just ants on the ground. Even if you have some brute strength, what can you do against the giant dragon that can fly into the sky?" The golden dragon flapped its wings and hovered in the air, sneering at Isidor.
"Yes, I don't have the means of anti-aircraft attack right now." Isidor looked up and smiled.
"What is your attitude, man? Don't you have any awareness that you are an ant?" Jin Long said angrily to Isidor who didn't take him seriously at all.
"Understand your situation, this is just a hunt." Isidor sneered.
Before he finished speaking, there were several sounds of breaking through the air coming from a distance, and several arrows so fast that they were almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.
The arrow accurately hit the base of the dragon's wing and penetrated deeply into his body, even the tail of the arrow was deeply embedded.
The giant dragon screamed in pain. Although the giant dragon's flying ability mainly depends on the innate dragon magic, the magic of flying is ultimately powered by the wings. As long as the wings are damaged, it will still hinder the ability to fly.
"You despicable goblin, how dare you plot against me!" The golden dragon fell to the ground, wailing unwillingly.
"Wait, can we talk? We can reduce the number of sacrifices we required before by half! No, reduce it by 70%! Do you think it's okay to negotiate peace on this condition?" Seeing that the situation was not right, Silver Dragon hurriedly asked for peace.
"You originally robbed us of 10,000 gold coins, but now you only rob us of 3,000. Should we thank you? You are such a shameless thing. Brothers! Go ahead! Kill the dragon!!!" Isidor raised his sword and shouted, and the goblin army immediately rushed forward.
The goblins in the front row rushed towards the dragon with the determination to die, while the ranged troops in the back row fired desperately. For a moment, the ice arrows of the Sacrifice Cold Tribe and the fireballs of the Sacrifice Fire Tribe were flying all over the sky. The warlocks of the Worship of Bones Tribe all launched curses to weaken the dragon's magic resistance, and the warriors of the Chongya Tribe directly charged into the battle.
The attacks of goblins are just tickles to the dragons. Even with the magic resistance weakened by the curse, the attacks of goblins cannot cause much damage. However, one bite from an ant can be ignored, but being bitten by ants tens of millions of times will cause you to be covered in wounds.
The silver dragon was frightened by the momentum of thousands of arrows and quickly flapped its wings to take off, preparing to leave the golden dragon behind and escape. However, Emilyne's arrows were already ready to go. As soon as he got into the air, he was hit by powerful arrows and had to give up flying and fall to the ground.
The two dragons desperately began to fight back, but the gap in strength between the two sides was too great, and the goblins suffered heavy casualties in a short time.
Isidor did not take too many actions. He only materialized a shield to block the dragon's breath to avoid causing too great casualties.
He knew that this was a goblin war, and if he didn't win the battle with his own blood, it would be meaningless to them.
The closer the dragons were to death, the more fiercely they resisted. However, after being defeated repeatedly before, the goblins were no longer so afraid of the dragons. They launched rounds of attacks, and the dragons were surrounded by enemies, unable to rest or heal their wounds. If they tried to fly, they would be shot by arrows; if they wanted to use dragon breath to clear the field, they would be blocked by strange shields.
He could only watch in despair as his injuries accumulated bit by bit and his physical strength was exhausted bit by bit, until he finally collapsed powerlessly in a pool of blood.
"Stop!" Isidor shouted.
The goblins were already eager to kill, but when they heard Isidor speak, they immediately stopped attacking and made way.
"You know you can't win, but you still continue to offer sacrifices. Is there any reason for that? I remember that dragons only covet treasures and don't care about sacrifices." Isidor walked forward and asked the dying silver dragon.
"We don't want to do this either, but this is the order of the Demon Lord. If we don't do it, we will face an end more miserable than death..." Silver Dragon replied weakly.
"Demon Lord? Was it the Demon Lord who asked you to sacrifice goblins? Which Demon Lord was it?" Isidor asked.
"That's right, he calls himself 'Jomjael'. He can be resurrected again as long as we sacrifice the entrails of a million goblins. He promised that if we are resurrected, he will give us infinite life and ancient treasures. If we cannot do so, he will take our souls and torture us forever outside the world." The silver dragon's eyes were full of fear when he mentioned that name.
"Is it another new demon lord? If so, it makes sense. The death of goblins can speed up the efficiency of harvesting souls, plus sacrifice... No wonder the dragon did not try to kill all the goblins, but instead induced them to fight each other for a long time." Isidor nodded thoughtfully, then retreated.
"Hey, hey! I've confessed so much, can you let me go? I don't want to die! It's all Golden Dragon's fault. I didn't want to get involved in it in the first place!" Silver Dragon begged for mercy hurriedly.
"Kill." Isidor said calmly.
"Brothers, charge!" Engels roared and rushed forward, holding a greatsword enchanted with ice elements, and slashed fiercely at the dying silver dragon.
After this battle, there were no more dragons in the Goblin Kingdom. The Goblin side lost more than 7,000 soldiers, but at the same time, nearly 10,000 soldiers who participated in the crusade bathed in dragon blood and earned the title of "Dragon Slayer".
Isidor only kept the heart of the golden dragon and generously distributed the rest of the dragon's materials to the expeditionary troops. He gave the heart of the silver dragon to his number one lackey, Enjes.
After eating the dragon's heart, Engels gained a significant improvement in his attributes. Now his strength is fully worthy of the position of chief, and even better than that.
Chapter 107: First Journey to the Bottom of the Abyss
The feast after slaying the dragon was held in the dragon's lair. Engels had the meat of the golden dragon made into food to entertain the warriors, and the meat of the silver dragon was cut into small pieces and sent to the four major tribes. This was to allow ordinary goblins who did not participate in the battle to also taste the dragon meat, and to let them know the news of victory.
"I propose that from today on, the names of the four major tribes be abolished, all goblins be integrated into one kingdom, and Lord Isidor be crowned as king. To commemorate this dragon-slaying battle, we will call ourselves the 'Dragon Slaying Clan'. What do you think of this?" At the celebration banquet, Engels took advantage of the festive mood to propose.
As soon as these words came out, there was a thunderous response. After this bloody battle, the goblins had put aside their grudges, and the dragon that had induced them to fight had died, so there was naturally no obstacle to their unification. As for letting Isidor become king, no one would object. Almost everyone believed that this was a position he deserved.
Seeing this, Isidor followed everyone's wishes and crowned himself king in the Dragon's Nest. With the support of the goblins, he felt that the mysterious power in his body became stronger.
"Kid, you did a great job. You achieved something that I have never done. I was right. You are the one who can revive the goblin clan." Amid the cheers of the crowd, an old voice came into his ears.
"Who are you?" Isidor asked.
"My name is Isidor, you should know me." An illusory figure slowly appeared in front of Isidor. At the same time, the surrounding noise seemed to be silent in an instant.
"It's you!" Isidor screamed and sat up.
The figure in front of him was none other than the original owner of the Cup of Babylon—the old goblin who was killed by Esina!
"Don't panic. I am just a remnant soul now, living in an animal tooth necklace. But because of this, I can connect my past and present lives and remember my original name." The old goblin whispered.
"Isidor is your name? Are you the legendary prophet? But why do you have the same name as me?" Isidor asked puzzledly, touching the necklace around his neck.
"Then I have to ask where your name comes from." The old goblin smiled.
"My name... My name is set by the system. It is not my original name. I can no longer remember my original name." Isidor shook his head.
"Yes, your name is borrowed from me. Or rather, it is borrowed from me in my previous life. Let's put this aside for now. Do you know why the system has been slow to release the task and let you break through the final task?" asked the old goblin.
"Do you know all this?" Isidor asked in surprise.
"Haha, if it was just me who was defeated by you back then, of course I wouldn't know this secret, and I might even do stupid things like sacrificing to the Demon Lord. But my current identity is Isidor, the prophet of the elves, so it's not surprising that I have this level of understanding of the underlying secrets of the world." The old goblin laughed.
"Indeed, the system hasn't contacted me for a long time. Could this have something to do with you?" Isidor asked.
"Yes, I temporarily organized the system to continue issuing tasks. Because I don't want you to make a choice in ignorance." The old goblin replied.
"But why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Isidor asked again.
"Like I said just now, I'm just a remnant soul that happens to have some authority over the 'world'. It's because you have gained enough reputation among the goblins that I can enter your consciousness and talk to you like this first." The old goblin replied.
"I see. Then, what is your purpose?" Isidor asked.
"Back then, I could have moved with the elven nobles, but I chose to stay in the old capital and live with ordinary elves. This also caused my soul to become a goblin after reincarnation. I have only had one goal from the beginning to the end - that is to stop the world from falling." The old goblin sighed, as if recalling the past.
"Falling? Where to fall?" Isidor asked curiously.
"It can't be explained in a few words. Let's go! I'll take you to the bottom of the abyss. After you see it, you can decide what to choose." said the old goblin.
"What do you think? Do you want to come with me? After all, you are also qualified to enter the bottom of the abyss, and the abyss will not reject you if I take you in." asked the old goblin.
"The bottom of the abyss? Is it the reward for completing the main quest? It's okay for you to go and take a look, but I have just been crowned king. If you want to leave, you'd better say hello to Engels, Emilyne and the others first." Isidor said.
"It doesn't matter. There is no concept of time in the abyss, and only your consciousness can enter. From the perspective of others, you were just distracted for a moment at most." said the old goblin.
"Then take me to see it. I'm also curious about what those things Esina didn't tell me are." Isidor nodded.
So the old goblin reached out and picked up a rattan stick from the void and knocked it on the ground. Isidor suddenly felt the world turn upside down and fell towards the sky.
This endless feeling of falling lasted for an unknown amount of time before Isidor finally felt that he had reached the ground, or rather - the sky.
"Is the abyss in the sky? This is really strange." Isidor said in a daze.
"Yes, the whole world is falling towards the sky just like us. However, this is not what you should be concerned about right now," said the old goblin.
"So, what do you want me to see?" Isidor looked up, but everywhere he looked was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.
However, the old goblin did not respond.
"Hello, are you still there?" Isidor asked loudly.
Still no answer.
Isidor was feeling a little anxious when suddenly a ray of light emerged in the darkness.
Isidor subconsciously walked towards the light, only to see an old elf, entangled in countless silk threads, placed on the altar like a sacrifice.
"See? This is me, or rather, this is me back then. Those threads that bind me are the goblins' beliefs. Somehow, you, who inherited the name Isidor, can also gain strength from this belief. But you must also understand that this kind of power is not without cost." The old goblin's voice gradually came from behind.
"From the moment you stepped into the Goblin Kingdom, I tried to guide you with the power of the prophet. If you choose to stay here, you will be bound by the goblins' wishes. Inherit the power of the prophet, which will shield you from the threats of the system, but you will no longer be able to enjoy the benefits of the system; or, you can accept the final mission and become the 'Evil Goblin King' that the system expects." The old goblin continued.
"Before I make a choice, I hope you can answer a question - what is the purpose of the system?" Isidor pondered for a moment and finally asked.
"You are very perceptive and you got to the crux of the problem right away." The old goblin said with a smile.
"I just think that if it's just to plunder an alien soul, there seems to be no need to make such a big fuss." Isidor replied.
Chapter 108 Irresistible Temptation
"Yes, you are absolutely right. If it is just to plunder foreign souls, it is not worth it. But unfortunately, I can't answer your question. Because I know nothing about the purpose of the 'system'. There are many unknown things at the bottom of the abyss, but due to the limitations of my perception ability, I can only see a tiny bit of them." The old goblin sighed.
"So, what is the choice you want me to make?" Isidor asked.
"It's very simple: if you continue to stay here, you will become the 'god' of the goblins, accept the faith from the goblins, and at the same time be bound to the throne by this faith. You will complete the main task of the system, and when you come into contact with the Cup of Babylon, all the stories will come to an end; or, you can inherit my name as the prophet, borrow the power of the prophet to circumvent the requirements of the system, gain true freedom, and your soul will no longer be deprived by the Demon Lord. You will no longer need to follow the settings of the system, and you can reach the end in your own way." The old goblin replied.
"You would definitely want me to choose the first option, right? After all, saving the goblins is your wish. In a sense, you and Esna are doing the same thing." Isidor asked.
"Our thoughts may have been the same in the past, but they are very different now. To put it simply: Esna is still alive, and I am dead. The value of things viewed by the dead is different from that viewed by the living, so both of your choices are equivalent to me. If possible, I even hope that you can choose freedom. The fate of the goblins should be chosen by the goblins themselves, and the suffering of the goblins should also be saved by the goblins themselves." The old goblin smiled.
"I see. That's why you borrowed my consciousness and let me facilitate the goblin alliance, and then let them conquer the dragon to consolidate it." Isidor murmured.
"No, child, these are all your own ideas. I just choose one of your many ideas to guide you. Your original soul is not a goblin, and you have done enough for the tribe. No matter what choice you make, I will support your idea." The old goblin replied.
"Okay, old charlatan. Say whatever you want. Although the power of this belief is strong, being bound to the throne is really not in line with my character. I choose to inherit your name. Anyway, you were going to pass on the power of shaman to me, right?" Isidor replied.
"Very good. Next, I will give you the 'line' of all things. In this way, you will become a true prophet." said the old goblin.
"Direction? What is that?" Isidor asked curiously.
The old goblin was about to speak when suddenly a dazzling light came from behind him, and a slender sword pierced his chest from behind.
"How could it be? It's you..." The old goblin turned around and looked at the man holding the sword behind him in horror.
"Old man, you're too long-winded. The power of a prophet should not be used in this kind of place." An indistinguishable voice said from behind.
"Who is it?!" Isidor subconsciously wanted to draw his sword and prepare for battle, but suddenly remembered that he was just a consciousness now and he did not have a body that could hold a sword, only a consciousness of his own.
However, he was not without a solution. The power of fantasy materialization did not rely on the body, but on the creation of matter through the mind. As long as he had this ability, he only needed to think about it to create a weapon.
"Little guy, it's obviously too early to use your power against me." Before Isidor activated his skills, a beautiful woman walked out from behind the old goblin.
"It's you? Who are you?" Isidor stared at the woman's face and suddenly realized that this was the woman who appeared in his dream and made the seven murderers submit to him.
"The most beautiful woman in the world is standing in front of you, but you only want to say such spoiling words?" The woman smiled coldly.
"Haha, you don't think that at this time I would still..." Isidor was halfway through his words when he suddenly felt that he could no longer take his eyes away from the woman.
The moment he realized that the other person was a woman, Isidor felt his body getting hot uncontrollably. This heat was not due to the effects of magic such as charm, nor was it because he was burning with evil fire regardless of the occasion. It was because the woman in front of him was simply the embodiment of desire. When she stood in front of him, his ability to think was already taken away.
As a living being, her intelligence is completely dominated by instinct, just like a person cannot suffocate himself by holding his breath, it is an uncontrollable physiological reaction. Isidor can assert that no one in the world can resist her temptation.
[Ghost value increased to 666]
[Basic panel has been reset]
[Skill 'Patience' has evolved into skill 'Moderation']
[Skill 'Super Fusion' has evolved into skill 'Force']
[Skill 'Fantasy Manifestation' has evolved into skill 'Fantasy Construction']
[Skill 'Shock Wave LV5' has evolved into 'Void Shock Wave']
[Skill 'Evil Summoning' has evolved into 'Evil Arrival']
[Skill 'Evolution Potential LV20' has evolved to 'Full Evolution']
The system's voice came mercilessly, and Isidor felt as if the world had turned upside down again. When he came to his senses, he was back on the throne of the coronation ceremony.
Chapter 109 Taking the Ancestral Medicine
"Are you okay?" Emily asked, hiding behind the chair.
"It's okay." Isidor held his forehead, waved his hand to signal everyone to disperse, and returned to the depths of the cave to rest alone.
He still felt a little dazed by what had just happened.
He felt something hard rolling down his clothes. He reached out to touch it and found that the animal tooth necklace that had been around his neck had broken into pieces.
The broken animal tooth necklace may not mean anything. There is a more accurate way to verify whether all this is true. Thinking of this, Yisi opened the system interface again:
[Name: Isidor]
[Race: Evil Goblin]
[Occupation: Cyclone Ranger]
