"Are we just not going to let you feel the trust?"
Fiona faced Morris, who stood in front of her staff, did not leave, and almost wanted to bear everything silently.
"Are all our experiences over the past ten years fake?"
"sorry."
Morris repeated the same words, which disappointed Fiona. The staff in her hand was shaking slightly and the magic power was slowly gathering.
Finally, she put down her staff.
"Really? I'm so sorry."
“Maybe everything is just my wishful thinking.”
Fiona turned and left.
“Too bad”
Amy glanced at Morris and trotted after him.
Staring at the direction the two women left, Morris was thinking.
I was wondering whether I should let it be said.
The existence of the Goblin King.
However, if this matter gets out, it will not be as simple as just conquering a nest.
The whole world will be plunged into war.
Get into a fight to clear all the Goblins.
But how could it be so easy to eliminate all the goblins?
If it could really be done, at the moment the Goblin Empire collapsed.
All ethnic groups have already done it.
But Morris still spoke.
“I’m looking for the king”
He felt that if he didn't speak up, this might be the last time he saw them.
Morris's sudden words made the two girls stop and they were stunned for a moment.
"king?"
Although they shouldn't think in that direction, they both pointed to the source of the evil.
In fact, goblins don't grow that fast.
They were originally the same as humans, but their lifespan was shorter than that of humans, and there were basically no higher-level goblins.
But since the birth of the Goblin King, all races have realized how terrifying the goblin clan is.
The moment they became kings, almost all goblins were endowed with the power of rapid growth.
They reproduced rapidly and their population increased at an incredible rate.
Moreover, because their numbers were large enough, many higher-level goblins that had never appeared before also appeared one after another.
There was even a Goblin General who was born, an absolutely superior species among other races.
Even now, the Goblin King is dead and the empire has collapsed.
The remaining goblins still rely on the blood of the dead king to improve themselves and are scattered all over the world.
No matter how hard you try you can never kill them all.
They couldn't imagine it.
What kind of disaster would it cause if another goblin king was born?
"King, are you talking about the Goblin King?"
Amy stared at Morris in disbelief.
"Yes, King, the Goblin King."
Morris nodded.
"To be precise, a Goblin who is qualified to be the King."
"how can that be"
Fiona still couldn't believe it.
"But, that's what my skills tell me."
Morris was silent for a moment, and after making sure there was no one else around, he explained to them:
"As you know, I have the relevant goblin skills."
He shook hands, his eyes firm.
"It is this power that allows me to have strength far beyond my limits when facing the goblins."
"That was inherited by successive generations of Goblin Slayers."
“It is also their only wish in this life.”
"Kill the Goblin, the king who has not yet grown up."
"So, you found it?" Amy stared at Morris.
She believed that Morris should have relevant information after so long.
"Yes, it has a very distinctive feature, it's a goblin with white hair."
Morris hesitated for a moment, then continued:
"The one who killed your brother is most likely the king."
"I fought that white-haired goblin."
"That's a unique skill that can kill with one strike. No other goblin has it." "Why? Tell me now."
Amy clenched her fists, but did not explode in anger as Morris expected.
"I."
Morris opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.
"So, in the end, you don't consider us as partners?"
"I only said it out of guilt towards Dita."
Amy looked back, her eyes fixed on Morris.
Looking forward to what he will say.
But Morris just stared at his head and said nothing.
"you"
Then he turned and left.
Watching Amy leave, Morris covered his head and asked Fiona beside him.
“Not leaving together”
"Why, are you expecting me to leave?"
"without"
Fiona opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Morris.
"I did make friends with goblins before."
"what?"
Fiona looked at Morris in disbelief.
. . .
rustling.
Rustle, rustle, the breeze gently blows the leaves, bringing a slight, barely perceptible tremor.
In this silent forest, every breath of Morris seemed particularly clear.
Suddenly, Morris, sensing something, slowly opened his eyes, drew the knife from his waist, and walked into the depths of the forest.
Looking into the depths of the forest, there was a group of green figures slowly approaching.
The sound of the world rang in his head.
[Detection: When facing enemy goblins, your unique skill "Goblin Slayer" is activated]
[Based on your hatred for Goblins, Special Attack against Goblins increases by 100%]
"Humanity!"
A roar broke the silence of the forest.
boom!
With a roar, a huge figure fell from the sky and landed in front of Morris, roaring with eyes wide open:
"I will never lose again this time!"
The smoke and dust cleared, revealing the ferocious and angry face of the eldest brother Blinmang.
"I also want you to experience the pain of losing your companions and your home.
. . .
At this time, deep in the dense forest on the other side.
A blonde girl sat on a tall tree branch, her green eyes clear and deep, like a stream in the woods.
She stared in the direction of the adventurer's camp not far away, her brows furrowed, as if she was thinking about something.
"Goblin herd?"
Amy whispered to herself, her voice clear and sweet, like the song of a lark.
She picked up the staff in her hand, and the magical light on the tip of the staff flickered, reflecting her delicate face.
She was about to get up and fly to the camp to help.
Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by a touch of white.
The snow-white color was hidden in the faint red mist, appearing and disappearing, like a pure white flower in the valley.
"what is that?"
Amy narrowed her eyes in curiosity.
Her holy power began to gather above her eyes, and golden light flickered, as if it could see through the fog.
As her vision gradually became clear, she saw the snow-white true form.
It was long snow-white hair that fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, passing through her pointed ears and hanging vertically to her ankles.
The golden gauze robe made her figure look so slender and graceful, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.
Amy was stunned, her eyes full of amazement.
She had never seen such a beautiful elf before. Her pure and flawless temperament and her slender and graceful figure made her feel ashamed.
"You...who are you?"
Amy couldn't help but ask,
Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was shocked by the beautiful scenery before her. (End of this chapter)