Chapter 410: : Goblin Motivation, Fishing Tactics (1/2)

This goblin shaman is just a captain-level monster.

But the level is relatively high, reaching level 38.

Judging from the dense wrinkles on its face, this guy should be the elder of the Goblin tribe.

The level of indigenous monsters and indigenous warriors is often related to their age and combat experience.

In some giant cities, there are even fifty or sixty level fighters.

Some fighters are not high in rank, but because of their rank, they can display super-high combat power.

But these fighters are at least forty or fifty years old.

In fact, the level is also the realization of a certain aspect of strength.

Zong Shen prefers to treat it as an accumulation of ”experience”.

He wore a battle helmet and silently looked at the Goblin Shaman.

This guy is an ordinary spellcaster at best in the Goblin tribe.

Otherwise, it is not only responsible for commanding a small team.

He lifted his foot and kicked the Goblin Shaman lightly.

It is now in a state of confusion.

The young man's start was not serious, it was a bit too real.

When Zong Shen asked to keep it alive, he really just kept it.

In Zong Shen's eyes, this guy's life value was only less than 15%.

This range of health is between near death and serious injury.

This state cannot accept torture at all.

But Zong Shen was not going to waste the Moon God Spring on it.

After thinking about it, he took out a bucket of water.

It poured directly on the face of this goblin shaman.

The wound on its body was irritated, and it suddenly tightened.

At the same time, the Goblin Shaman finally woke up leisurely.

As soon as its eyes opened, an expression of horror appeared.

Especially after he felt his hands and feet were bound, he began to struggle fiercely.

When they caught humans, they tied their limbs in this way.

Zong Shen wanted to ask some detailed questions about the goblin tribe from this guy.

Since the clansmen of low intelligence cannot communicate, the caster with wisdom should be able to communicate.

”Don't struggle.”

”You are my captive now.”

Zong Shen stood beside it, and the shadow cast by his body completely enveloped it.

Just look at it condescendingly.

After all the lords landed, they could automatically master the lingua franca of the mainland.

Including what Zong Shen is now speaking, it is also the lingua franca of mainland China.

Although it was called the common language of the mainland, he really couldn't figure out whether this goblin shaman could understand it.

Many ethnic groups in this continent have their own unique languages.

Even the wise of the clan may not be fluent in the mainland lingua franca.

Look at these kobold prophets.

Kobolds even those kobold prophets squabble when they speak lingua franca.

Among the kobold tribes that Zong Shen subdued, only Chief Dutra was able to communicate with Zong Shen fluently in the lingua franca of the mainland.

But it seems that this guy should understand lingua franca.

Because after Zong Shen spoke, it stopped struggling.

Looking at Zong Shen with fearful eyes.

Its eyes are also red, but they are more muddy than the two Goblin Scouts killed earlier.

This is the trace of time.

”Big... Your lord...”

”We... just your territory... strayed into...”

”Please forgive... forgive...”

The Goblin Shaman stammered.

Not only is it stumbling, but the word order is also a bit confusing.

But as long as you can communicate, that's enough.

”Yes?”

”what?”

”It turns out that you humble green-skin scraps will also beg for mercy.”

Zong Shen sneered, mocking mercilessly.

Through the information he collected, when faced with this kind of sordid kind.

The more kind you behave, the more manic they will be.

Only insult, intimidation, and coercion can make them temporarily surrender.

Sure enough, when facing Zong Shen's ridicule, the goblin shaman's wrinkled face showed an ugly smirk.

”Tell me honestly, why are you here.”

”As long as you cooperate, I will give you a pain.”

”If you dare to lie, then you will be tortured.”

Zong Shen took out the [Long Slashing Heavy Sword] and threw it on the ground with his backhand.

Although the Dragon Slashing Epee was broken, the wide blade was still very oppressive.

Faced with this naked threat, the Goblin Shaman no longer has any luck.

As an evil race, they have mastered many methods of torture.

Naturally understand what is better than death.

Compared with torture, death is a more comfortable ending.

Goblins do not have any backbone.

Their brain circuits are different from any intelligent creatures.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be called a failed product of Cthulhu.

”Let's... come... catch people...”,

”mating…”

”Here is the goal...”

”food…”

The Goblin Shaman said slowly, its description is not coherent.

But Zong Shen still understood its meaning.

The goblin tribe is extending its claws to this area.

Especially the territories of the lords are regarded as soft persimmons by them.

Both men and women can be reduced to their mating tools.

It is also the food reserve of the Goblin tribe.

Just like the pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep raised by humans.

As for more information, it is estimated that this guy's communication skills can't say anything.

He can use the known clues to let the strategy module tell himself more information about the Goblin Tribe.

Now it can be considered clear that these guys' motives.

Unsurprisingly, these guys are really aggressive neighbours.

They are afraid of the strength of the state city and are worried about being punished. They will only attack the small-scale settlements.

After Zong Shen listened to it, he said nothing.

It just gripped the hilt of the Dragon Slashing Epee.

The hand lifted the knife and chopped off its head.

[Kill lv38 Goblin Shaman]

[Acquired experience value of 3600 points]

This guy has a higher level, so his experience value is also higher.

”Tow away.”

”Buried or fed the wolf.”

”According to the distance from the Goblin tribe to the territory.”

”They won't send someone over at least tomorrow afternoon.”

”Pay close attention to the dynamics of the territory in all directions.”

”We just cut the meat with blunt knives, and slowly hurt them.”

Zong Shen said calmly, after experiencing many things.

The goblin tribe can only be regarded as a small scene for him.

Vereesa and Doris nodded one after another.

The surrounding wolf cavalry also saluted.

It was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

Winter's first day was calmer than Zong Shen imagined.

After arranging the security matters for the follow-up territory.

He waved his hand to announce the dissolution of the crowd.

This time Vereesa did not go to the tailor shop.

Instead, he walked back to the lord's small building with Zong Shen.

The atmosphere before the two is a bit dull.

No one was the first to speak.

Vereesa followed Zong Shen, always keeping a half-step away.