The Sims Evolved from Goblins

Chapter 37 Gray Scale Tribe

Li Meng's face was stunned, and he understood what was going on.

It appears that parents separate from their children once trolls reach adulthood.

It's just that most monsters will drive the children away.

The troll chose to leave on his own, leaving his lair to his children.

"Benben, have you ever encountered other trolls?"

Benben nodded his huge head.

He tapped his helmet again with his hand.

The boss used magic in its brain to make it uncomfortable.

"I've encountered them in the mountains. They are so fierce. Benben doesn't like them."

"They? A family of trolls?"

"I don't know. Benben had a fight with them. They are very strange. They will turn into stone when they are seen by hot things in the sky."

Will it turn into stone when exposed to the sun?

Li Meng had a thoughtful look on his face and looked Benben up and down.

It seems that Benben is an alternative among the trolls.

Is it because of the "Enhanced Stoneskin" skill?

Time passed little by little, and the night got darker.

The chewing sound in the tribe lasted for a long time.

It wasn't until dawn that the tribe became completely quiet.

The goblin who had eaten and drank enough fell asleep on the spot.

As for the female lizard man and the child, they were driven back to the thatched house.

The hierarchy of goblins is strict, and the right to mate is in the hands of the superior goblin.

No matter how strong the desire for mating is, they will not reproduce secretly.

Ordinary goblins would not even have the desire to actively seek mating rights.

Because the information engraved in the Goblin's genes suppresses the desire to mate.

This is a kind of survival of the fittest in biological evolution.

The descendants of the superior have greater potential.

Only by reproducing offspring can the strength of the group be strengthened.

The reproduction of ordinary goblins will only make the group weaker.

When the morning light rose from the eastern sky, the traces of last night's battle had disappeared.

There were only goblins lying on the ground, sleeping soundly.

Both the bodies of the goblins and the lizardmen had disappeared.

As for where it went, of course it went into the goblin's belly.

Looking at the sleeping goblins, every goblin has a round belly.

"You...what are you going to do with us?"

The morning sun was shining brightly, and the tribe was quiet.

Bai Ling walked out of the thatched house door with a weak look on his face.

The pain of tail-cutting made Bai Ling's voice tremble.

Bai Ling looked at the goblin who was sitting at the door and looking at the blue sky with a look of resentment.

Li Meng looked back at Bai Ling, who was holding the door frame.

Bai Ling is still Bai Ling, but the tail under the beast's skirt is gone.

She didn't just have a tail, there was something else.

After taking one look at Li Meng, he withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the blue sky.

"I am a smart goblin. I will not let you become a breeding tool. Use it until you die and then eat it. Every 365 sunsets, I will pay you two-tenths of the population, half male and female. Every 365 sunsets, I will eat you again." Make a rotation."

The long and slow flow of water is the best way to maximize the value of lizard people.

Goblins have birth defects.

If you want to reproduce, you must rely on other races.

Therefore, future tribes must have their own vassal races.

"What difference does it make?"

A trace of despair flashed in Bai Ling's eyes.

How could she not know the difference?

The former is painful for a while, the latter is painful for a lifetime.

"The difference is huge. At least you can live, reproduce, grow and provide us with more females and labor!"

"You...you devil!"

Bai Ling looked sad, she was desperate for the future of the tribe.

Li Meng turned to look at Bai Ling at the door and smiled ferociously.

"Goblins are much scarier than demons!"

After finishing his words, Li Meng stood up.

"When I destroy the Gray Scale Tribe and the Black Scale Tribe, the lizardmen in the entire swamp will be under your rule. If you don't want your tribe to suffer, just work for me. Otherwise, you will only be reduced to food."

With that said, Li Meng patted the armor of Benben who was sleeping soundly.

Benben moved his body and stood up.

"roar!"

Benben yelled loudly.

A huge roar sounded from the helmet, sweeping the world.

The sleeping goblins in the tribe were awakened one after another.

"Take me with you, and I can make you surrender the Gray Scale Tribe and the Black Scale Tribe at a lower cost!"

Li Meng turned to look at Bai Ling and grinned.

"Then keep up, I'll wait and see!"

How could Li Meng not see through Bai Ling's thoughts?

It is nothing more than wanting to preserve the vitality of the lizard people for the future.

At noon, when the sun was shining brightly, Li Meng led the goblin army and left the White Scale Tribe.

With Bai Ling as the leader, the goblin army approached the Grayscale tribe in a straight line.

Two days later, in the swamp, the Grayscale tribe.

In a relatively shallow body of water stands a dense cluster of wooden houses on the water.

The vast expanse of water surrounding the tribe makes the view extremely wide.

Due to the geographical environment, the Grayscale tribe did not build wooden walls to protect the tribe.

It was late afternoon, in the largest wooden house in the tribe.

"Gray Scale Chief, the goblin army is attacking, and the White Scale Tribe's stronghold has been breached!"

This sudden news made all the elders in the wooden house look surprised.

The population of the White Scale Tribe is close to 1,000, and its strength is not weak among the three tribes.

And with the White Spirit High Priest in charge, how could it be broken by a mere goblin?

The elders kneeling in the wooden house looked at each other in bewilderment.

Gray Scale, who was sitting in the main seat, looked expressionlessly at the lizardman who came to warn.

"Nonsense, the White Scale Tribe has the White Spirit High Priest in charge, how can a mere goblin shake it!"

Gray Scale found it hard to believe that the White Scale Tribe would be broken by goblins.

It had seen with its own eyes how powerful the magic power of the White Spirit High Priest was.

How could a mere goblin be the opponent of the White Spirit High Priest.

The High Priest could kill hundreds of goblins with just one magic.

Seeing that the Gray Scale Chief did not believe it, the lizardman from the White Scale Tribe became anxious.

It quickly knelt on the ground.

"Chief Grayscale, everything I said is true. When I left the tribe, the wooden wall outside the tribe had been breached. The high priest asked me to go to the Grayscale and Blackscale tribes to warn them!"

Is it true?

The Whitescale tribe, which has the White Spirit High Priest in charge, was breached by the goblins?

Looking at the lizardmen kneeling on the ground, the expression on Grayscale's face changed.

The other elders were also in doubt.

If the Whitescale tribe was really breached by the goblins.

How powerful would the goblin army that invaded the swamp be?

"Chief, Chief, it's not good!"

Just then, a lizardman hurried over.

"It's the goblins, the goblin army is coming!"

The lizardman who ran into the wooden house reported loudly with a panicked look on his face.

"What?"

"How is it possible, so fast?"

The goblin army appeared just as the people of the White Spirit tribe arrived?