Chapter 144: The Black Robe and the Elf
"Goblin, you win. I... I will keep my promise!"
The Ghost Hand's hand holding the greatsword trembled.
The side effects of berserk mode were severe.
For a period of time, he would be in a state of extreme weakness.
At this moment, the Ghost Hand could feel his body was very weak, almost lacking the strength to even hold his weapon.
"Is that so?"
Li Meng grinned hideously and took a step forward.
His figure flashed as he charged toward the Ghost Beastman.
The Ghost Beastman’s face changed as he swung the greatsword with his last bit of strength.
"Clang!"
The greatsword was struck flying by Li Meng's iron club the moment it was raised.
A sharp metallic sound echoed.
The greatsword flew out of the Ghost Beastman’s hand and soared over fifty meters before embedding itself into the ground with a "shing."
Li Meng stretched out his left hand and grabbed the Ghost Beastman's neck.
Facing Li Meng, who stood at 2.5 meters tall, the Ghost Beastman in his grasp looked like a small chick.
"Goblin, I am a centurion of the Demon Race. If you kill me, the Demon Race will never let you go!"
Even at this point, the Ghost Beastman remained arrogant.
Its eyes glared angrily, its powerless body struggling feebly.
The Ghost Hand was certain that the goblin before him wouldn’t dare kill him.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let him leave the last time.
Faced with the Ghost Beastman’s threat, Li Meng grinned widely.
"Let me guess, you didn’t tell your kin about my existence, did you?"
Seeing the goblin’s sinister smile, the Ghost Hand’s face twitched slightly.
Indeed, he hadn’t reported this unique goblin to the higher-ranked Demon Generals.
He originally planned to subdue this goblin alone and then report his success to the Demon General to claim the credit.
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This was to prevent the higher-ranked centurion from stealing his achievement.
But he never expected this goblin to be so powerful, completely unlike a typical, foolish goblin.
"Goblin, I can—"
"Crack!"
Before the Ghost Beastman could finish his sentence, Li Meng squeezed his hand suddenly.
With a sharp "crack," the Ghost Beastman’s head tilted.
His neck was snapped by Li Meng.
The Ghost Beastman’s blood-red eyes glared at Li Meng even in death.
Looking at the corpse, which gradually lost its warmth, Li Meng grinned in satisfaction.
With the large iron club slung over his shoulder, he dragged the Ghost Beastman’s corpse back to the tribe.
"Boss is back!"
"Boss is amazing!"
"Waah!"
The goblins on the wooden wall cheered excitedly.
Their boss was simply too powerful.
He had crushed that seemingly formidable enemy effortlessly.
In front of their boss, the Ghost Beastman was nothing.
"Take the corpse to Gobuge!"
Outside the eastern gate, Li Meng tossed the corpse to the ground.
"Boss, boss, I want to eat it!"
"Boss, I want some too!"
"Boss, boss, me too!"
Seven goblins stared at Li Meng eagerly, drooling as saliva flowed freely from their mouths.
"The legs and arms are yours. Send the rest to Gobuge."
Li Meng grinned and strode into the tribe.
"Great!"
"Boss, you’re so kind!"
"Meat, meat!"
The goblins behind him threw themselves onto the Ghost Beastman’s corpse, gnawing at it voraciously.
The sound of chewing echoed through the air.
Thus, the Ghost Beastman matter was resolved.
"System, start the Life Simulation!"
Walking slowly through the forest in the tribe, Li Meng muttered.
Three years had already passed halfway.
In other words, he now had a year and a half of simulation time.
Even if the score wasn’t high, Li Meng would accept it.
[Life Simulation Begins]
[You killed the Ghost Beastman “Ghost Hand.”]
[Your tribe flourishes.]
[You traveled to the Black Mountain Marshlands to meet with a contact from the Holy Nation.]
[The contact from the Holy Nation sarcastically humiliated you.]
[You killed everyone.]
[You assembled a Goblin army and marched to the Black Mountain Marshlands.]
[You led the Goblin army to the gates of the Black Mountain Tribe.]
[You launched an attack on the Black Mountain Tribe.]
[You tried to stop the Black Mountain Tribe from summoning the Savage God “Akuya,” but the Black Robe appeared to stop you.]
[The Black Mountain Tribe successfully summoned the Savage God “Akuya” with a full tribal sacrifice.]
[Enraged, you fought the Black Robe and discovered the Black Robe's identity as an “Elf.”]
[The Black Robe humiliated you and escaped.]
[Unable to defeat the Savage God, your Goblin army suffered heavy casualties and retreated in disarray.]
[Due to your failure, the Goblin Forest began its descent into desolation.]
[One day, a Ratmen army attacked the Gobuchai Tribe at night.]
[The Gobuchai Tribe was destroyed.]
[The Ratmen army invaded on a large scale, and the southern tribes sounded the alarm.]
[A hero squad composed of human powerhouses arrived in the Black Mountain Marshlands to defeat the Savage God.]
[The hero squad successfully defeated the Savage God “Akuya.”]
[The Gobutian Tribe was attacked as the Demon army launched a massive invasion.]
[Please choose one of the following options:]
[1. Assemble the Goblin army to fight the Demon army.]
[2. Gather the Goblin army and march south.]
[3. Retreat to the southern tribes and gather all forces to fight the Demon army.]
[4. Retreat from the northern bank of the Goblin River and advance south.]
"Why did I attack the Black Mountain Tribe?"
Walking through the forest, Li Meng muttered in confusion.
A hint of doubt and puzzlement flashed through his eyes.
Sometimes, the future paths predicted in the simulation made his actions seem incomprehensible.
He clearly knew the Black Robe guarded the Black Mountain Tribe.
Why did he still take the risk to attack the Black Mountain Tribe?
"Could it be to obtain more female Lizardmen?"
Li Meng could only think of this reason.
With the Goblins advancing south on a large scale, 300 female Lizardmen were no longer enough.
Although he could forcibly collect more female Lizardmen from the Yue Clan, the Twelve Tax policy could not be easily changed.
Plundering and subjugation were two different concepts.
Seeking only short-term gains at the cost of long-term rule was foolish.
Also, the Black Robe turned out to be an “Elf”?
"Heh heh!"
Thinking of elves, Li Meng grinned wickedly, saliva almost dripping from his mouth.
If the opportunity arose in the future, he would have to collect a few for himself.
"Hopefully, they aren’t those ugly elves."
Generally, elves were beautiful and noble beings.
But some elves depicted in films were quite ugly.
Without seeing them personally, who knew what this world’s elves looked like?
"Option Three!"
Among the four options, only the third had the highest chance of success.
The threat of the Ratmen could wait.
As long as he retreated to the southern tribes, large-scale conflict with the Ratmen could be avoided for the time being.
This would also effectively prevent the risk of a two-front war.
[You chose to retreat to the southern tribes to fight the Demon army.]
[You expanded the Throne Tribe and reinforced its defenses.]
[The Demon army arrived, and the Throne Tribe defense battle began.]
[The three-year limit has been reached.]
[Life Simulation Ends. Score: 50.]
[Please choose one of the following rewards:]
[+1 Level per 10 Score]
[+1 Attribute per 1 Score]
[+1 Charm per 10 Score]
[+1 "Wind Blade" Skill Level per 10 Score]
[+1 "Mind Speech" Skill Level per 10 Score]
[+1 "Body Reinforcement" Skill Level per 10 Score]