Reborn NPC: I'm really not the protagonist!

In my previous life, as I recall, although there were no longer any national divisions in the world, there were still differences in nationalities and cultures. And there happened to be a culture that really liked to plant something everywhere.

Come to think of it...it seems like more than half of my ancestors also belong to it...

Hill couldn't help but think.

So she was not afraid that anyone would invade and trample on these farmlands.

First, the food output of Free Territory has exceeded consumption by dozens of times!

After all, only the natives like to eat snacks and drink some wine and beverages from time to time, while the players can only get some food when the hunger debuff appears, and the debuff will be eliminated after the player dies, so the players may also consume food, but the consumption is very little.

Therefore, the Free Territory does not need food at all. On the contrary, according to the first commercial treaty signed with the Orc Kingdom, the Free Territory will sell a large amount of food to the Orc Kingdom in exchange for trained ferocious beasts and minerals.

Second, as mentioned before, these farmlands belong to the players!

Most of these players who like farming are rich people who are tired of the intrigue in real high-tech life and come to experience life in the game, as well as... people who feel itchy if they don't grow something.

Regardless of who they are, if they offend the land they cultivate, the invaders will definitely not have a good ending. They will most likely become fertile nutrients for new farmland...

Of course, the reason why these players are farming here is deliberately arranged by Hill!

If the Free Territory falls into war and is invaded by foreign enemies, and if any soldier suddenly burns the land that these players have worked so hard to cultivate, then Hill won't even need to mobilize, as a group of reinforcements will naturally appear.

In addition, she doesn't feel sorry for giving the land to the players at all.

These players grow so much food but cannot eat it all, so they can only sell it. It doesn’t matter how much they sell!

They simply like farming.

If after the harvest there are still people willing to purchase their achievements, or even willing to give them rewards and assign them tasks, then they will feel a great sense of accomplishment!

However, Hill did not come here to "inspect the territory".

She only glanced briefly at the fields nearing harvest, then stretched her body, led her horse, and crossed the border.

"Haha! Another prey is delivered to our door! Haha!!"

The moment they crossed the border, there was a sudden commotion in the bushes on both sides, and then dozens of goblins suddenly jumped out.

These goblins are not soldiers of the Orc Kingdom. In the eyes of players, they are similar to wild monsters.

Orcs look down on goblins, and humans also hate these intelligent but extremely rude creatures. Being weak is a sin in itself, but only these creatures are weak and foul-mouthed.

Before the arrival of the players, due to low productivity and population as well as inconvenient circulation, goblins were everywhere.

However, in the later period when the player arrived, these creatures were almost extinct, and the remaining goblins were no longer foul-mouthed, but were extremely intelligent and had stories that could unlock hidden quests....

But now...it's still early...

"........."

Looking at the goblins that suddenly jumped out from both sides and rushed towards him, Hill glanced at them without saying a word and without any expression.

"!!!"

The next moment, a goblin looked at Hill, then suddenly became stunned, and after a moment, he was shaking all over.

From his perspective, the tall human was standing with his back to the light, with a terrifying look in his eyes, staring at him quietly.

An indescribable fear invaded his mind.

"Ah! Ahhhhh!!"

Then, his eyes rolled back, his vision became blurred, and he began to scream wildly.

[Mental breakdown]!

In an instant, the goblin's mind was crushed. After a terrifying howl, it fell to the ground with blood gushing out of all its orifices...

“Gray!!”

"Asshole! She's a lich! Hurry up!!"

"cough!!"

"what--!!"

The remaining goblins were startled and were about to take action immediately, but the next moment, their feet all left the ground and floated in the air.

"Bang!! Bang bang!!"

Hill clenched his hand in a fist without giving them any chance, and then clenched his fist tightly.

In an instant, the brains of the goblins around exploded at the same time!

This was what she spent her last ten skill points to learn, [Telekinesis Control].

For the magic swordsman who relies on the right time, place and people to achieve victory, this skill can be considered half a core skill.

Although [Telekinesis Control] has certain requirements for the level and weight of the target, its real use is not to crush these weak goblins to death. The real power of [Telekinesis Control] lies in its ability to increase the tolerance of the magic swordsman....

For example, trap magic and delay magic, these powerful but unstable spells, some of them can rely on [telekinesis control] to change their own trajectory or casting range!

"thump!!"

"Ah!! Ahhhhh!!!"

In the blink of an eye, blood and flesh splattered, and only the last one of the dozens of goblins was left. He fell to the ground and screamed in fear.

"Take me to your lair,"

Hill said nothing more. A long sword appeared in his hand and he put it against the goblin's chin: "Right away."

"Ah! Ahhh!!"

The goblin's mind was close to collapse at this time. After hearing Hill's words, he quickly got up from the ground and ran away.

Hill glanced at the horse beside him, thought for a moment, and decided not to tie it to the tree stump. Instead, he left it there and followed the goblin closely.

After a while, they arrived at a camp that was very similar to the orc tribe's, but extremely simple and dirty.

But it is worth mentioning that there are still some remaining ruins around the camp. There used to be an altar here.

Of course Hill knew where this was.

Originally, she was just approaching this place according to the location in her memory, but with the goblin leading the way, there was no need to think too much about it.

Because there is only one goblin camp in this area - a camp built on the lost altar of the God of Slaughter!

"There are humans! There are humans!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

The goblin that escaped into the camp started shouting as soon as he saw his companions, attracting everyone's attention, but he couldn't speak clearly.

"Idiot! What the hell are you talking about?"

"Human? Hahaha! How dare a human come here? Aren't you afraid that I will eat his fingers?"

"What an arrogant bunch! I killed an entire caravan of humans yesterday!"

"What!? I killed an entire village yesterday! And ate a human baby alive!"

"Then why didn't you pull it out?"

"Hahahahaha!!"

The goblins had no sense of crisis at all. As soon as they gathered together, they started talking nonsense again, and even completely left their panicked companion aside.

These are the goblins. If they were really as powerful as they say, no one would look down on them.

However...they only boast about their non-existent deeds, especially the slaughter of humans, and take pride in it.

All the orcs who valued the glory of battle looked down on them, and humans hated them even more....

"If a human comes! I can definitely..."

“Da…Da…”

Inside the camp, a goblin was still shouting loudly and waving a stone axe in his hand. However, halfway through his speech, he realized that his companions in front of him were all stunned.

Behind me, the footsteps of long boots stepping on the bluestone ground are looming...

He paused, raised his eyes, and slowly turned around.

What I met was a pair of calm eyes:

"Absolutely....How?"