"Shouldn't stop," Dalamar thought in despair.

Running long distances will cause the muscles to produce a large amount of lactic acid. If the pace is suddenly stopped, these substances will make the body feel sore instantly, as if it can no longer move its feet.

When facing an angry beast, this is undoubtedly the worst situation for the body, and it is 100% fatal.

Leaning on the Valen wood, Dalamar tried to support his body. He felt that he had to do something.

But the bloodthirsty and ferocious horned viper python didn't want to give him this chance, so it opened its big mouth and bit him straight away.

"don't want!"

Between life and death, Dalamar's frail goblin body suddenly straightened up, and tiny scales instantly covered the surface of his skin.

The two slender arms, with incredible strength, supported the big mouth of the horned viper that kept trying to close.

Looking at the fang that was about to poke his cheek, Dalamar felt a burst of anger for no reason, "Despicable reptile!"

The hot liquid surged upward from the goblin's abdominal cavity, and eventually turned into a "water stream" and sprayed into the horned viper's throat.

With the sound of "chichi" and the white smoke coming out from its seven orifices, the horned viper python kept twitching and rolling back and forth on the ground, even grabbing the ground with its head in an attempt to knock itself out.

However, after a while, the horned viper stopped struggling - its round body deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and liquid that was difficult to describe the specific color poured out from various holes in its body.

"Is this the power of dragon-veined goblins?"

Dalamar stretched out his hands and repeatedly looked at the tiny scales on his skin, "It's really weak, but..."

"...Having power is better than not having it at all." He thought firmly.

Walking to the horned viper pythons whose shapes were hard to distinguish and gathered in a pool, Dalamar tried it first and found that the remaining acid could not cause harm to him. Then he reached out and picked up a few snake teeth that had withstood the corrosion test.

and snakeskin.

After doing this, Dalamar turned and walked towards the opposite side of Valenmu, where there were a few "small snacks" that could fill his stomach.

Although the goblin had fangs, they were not sharp enough, so he ate his meal more slowly.

After a hearty meal, Dalamar climbed into the tree hole where the horned viper lived. In addition to some useless biological remains, he also found some leather armor and rusty weapons.

"That snake may have attacked merchants traveling through the forest before, and even dragged the caravan's guards back to the cave to eat."

After just a brief analysis, he came to a more likely conclusion, and also thought:

"Robbery of caravans is a relatively good way to expand. But now that I'm the only one, it's obviously not enough. I have to find some family members to serve as cannon fodder... Yes, there is a goblin cave nearby."

Having made a plan, Dalamar quickly started to execute it:

He first packed up the leather armor he found and wrapped it around himself as a protective gear; then he tried those weapons, but unfortunately they were too fragile due to rust, so he could only tie the horned viper's teeth to

He used the ironwood spear of the elf hunter to make a more powerful weapon; finally, he also found a way to use snake skin and branches, and then found resin to glue it into a simple skin shield.

When doing these things, Dalamar is decisive and determined, and his execution ability is far beyond that of a green dragon.

However, he was not aware of this at all, as if it had become his instinct to think in the way of a dragon-veined goblin.

After fully equipping himself, without any hesitation or the thought of taking a break, he took direct strides and walked towards the goblin cave closest to Valenmu in his memory.

…

"Work quickly!"

The hobgoblin sergeant-major, wielding a cane, shuttled back and forth among the shorter goblin cousins, supervising their work.

"Working for the great Serpent Dissolver, the co-lord of the forest goblin clans, the Dragon Vein Warlock, and the Green Sage Dalamar, is the luckiest thing in your life for you lowly beings."

"If I find anyone who dares to be lazy, the idiot I nailed to a tree to dry two days ago is the best example."

The goblin workers raised their voices and loudly responded, expressing their eagerness to serve Lord Dalamar.

Armed with sickles and hoes stolen from nearby human villages, or various useful tools, the goblins gradually widened and smoothed the road through the forest.

At this time, Dalamar was lying in his palace, listening to the news and suggestions from various staff.

This palace is actually a bit too big by goblin standards. It was directly expanded from the ancestral cave of a certain goblin tribe.

A stone hearth sits in the corner, big enough to cook multiple cauldrons at once - in fact, the goblin chefs are doing it now; on the other side of the palace, there's a fire big enough to grill beef ribs or whole lambs

A magnificent chopping board stood in the center of the room, around which Dalamar's staff sat.

"Lord Green Shang," resisting the desire to glance at the fragrant broth that was about to be served on the table, a certain goblin staff member stood up, bowed and saluted, and said to Dalamar: "Why did you order that the little boy should be served?"

The boys went to build that road in the cold winter?"

He considered his tone and continued to ask: "What I mean is that the goblin tribes do not need to take that road, and there are no human caravans passing there at this time."

"Are you questioning my decision?"

Dalamar, who was enjoying the massage, suddenly sat up and stood upright with his hands on the chopping board. When he saw the other party quickly bending down to salute, he snorted angrily.

"I'm sorry you don't dare. But this kind of problem only occurs once. You just need to remember that my words must be completely implemented."

As a king, Dalamar felt no need to explain his thoughts to others.

For those people, he said, just do it.

After all, the so-called "staff discussion mechanism" was just a tool he used to stabilize the newly established Forest Goblin Alliance and temporarily arrange the goblin leaders of the original tribes.

What do those guys know?

Moreover, this staff member is about to retire today, "Then, I will announce the next order. The Goblin Alliance will remember you all..."

The goblin guards wearing armor and holding swords and axes suddenly swarmed into the palace, and without saying a word, they pounced directly on the staff.

With the knife in his hand, just like chopping melons and vegetables, the heads of the former leaders of the goblin tribes were all gone.

Dalamar frowned as he looked at the marks of knives and axes on the large chopping board, but didn't say anything.

It was now his meal time. He picked up a wooden spoon, scooped up a spoonful of creamy elf soup, and took a sip.
Chapter completed!