Chapter 24: Next, we need a direct assault

"Darn those gray dwarves."

"We Goblins Tribe will fight you to the death."

In the meeting hall of the Goblins Tribe, the diminutive Goblin leader was shouting in anger.

His rage was so intense that it even stirred the magic in the air, creating a faint red cloud high above.

Seeing this scene, the Goblins inside the Tribe became terrified.

Their leader was an Elementalist who controlled fire magic.

The phenomenon above indicated that their leader was furiously angry to the extreme.

Some of the more timid Goblins feared that the terrifying fire elemental magic would descend upon their Tribe, which would be a disaster for them.

Fortunately, the fiery cloud phenomenon did not last long.

As the Goblin leader's roaring ended, the clouds gradually dissipated.

...

"Lord Chieftain."

Inside the Tribe hall, a burly Goblin warrior spoke, "Please give the order. This vengeance can only be cleansed with the blood of the gray dwarves."

"Chieftain, we must avenge our fallen tribesmen."

The hall was filled with a dozen Goblins.

Each one was a level six or seven Goblin warrior.

There were even two level eight Goblin commanders.

At this moment, all the Goblins were filled with righteous indignation, eager to clash with the gray dwarves Tribe to vent their frustration.

Because the cunning gray dwarves had caused their Tribe heavy losses.

The so-called food storage in the cave was completely a plot by the gray dwarves to target their Goblins Tribe.

In the morning, they had sent a group of Goblins to the cave to transport food.

But soon, news came back that the 'team was attacked by gray dwarves.'

To rescue the food transport team, the Goblin leader sent another group of Goblins, not many, but all elite.

This team also fell into the hands of the gray dwarves.

Together, they had lost over two hundred Goblins.

Adding the Goblins who 'did not return last night,' their Tribe had already lost about four hundred Goblins.

Considering their entire Tribe had just over seven hundred Goblins, losing more than half, how could they not be furious?

...

"Lenn..."

At this moment, the Goblin chieftain glared at Goblin Lenn furiously and said angrily, "If it weren't for the news you brought back, would our Tribe have suffered such great losses?"

Until now, he had never doubted Goblin Lenn.

Nor had he ever thought that Goblin Lenn would betray the Tribe.

Because the 'enemy' he knew were the gray dwarves.

Historically, Goblins and gray dwarves have always been mortal enemies.

As a Goblin, Lenn had no reason to betray the Tribe and side with the gray dwarves.

The Goblin chieftain only believed that all this was a trap set by the gray dwarves for their Tribe, and the foolish Goblin Lenn simply brought the news back.

"Damn you, Lenn, why weren't you the one who died?"

The other Goblins in the hall also directed their angry glances at Lenn.

Faced with the collective anger, Lenn bowed his head.

His body trembled as he continuously apologized and blamed himself.

But the truth was, his inner world was very calm, even a bit excited.

Because he had perfectly completed the Quest given to him by the Lord of Holy Light.

When the time came, with the Holy Angels leading the charge, he and the thirty-some 'lucky to have returned' Goblin warriors could coordinate from inside and outside, and take over the Goblin Tribe in one fell swoop.

Even though this was his Tribe, he did not believe he was doing anything wrong.

On the contrary, he felt he was leading the Tribe onto a brighter path.

Only by believing in the Holy Light could the Goblin Tribe have a glorious future.

Back in the Goblin Tribe, he was never full or warm, and sometimes even faced threats from other intelligent races, like the evil and powerful two-headed giants.

But in the Territory of the Lord of Holy Light, he had delicious meat on his very first night.

With the protection of the Lord of Holy Light, he had no worries about safety.

Even sleeping outdoors, he felt no fear at all.

He firmly believed that the Lord of Holy Light could make their Goblin race prosperous and thriving.

So, when he received the subsequent Quest from the great Angel (Virginia), he did not hesitate to lead a whole team of Goblin warriors to 'escape back' to the Tribe, preparing for the upcoming grand plan.

...

The Goblin chief, still seething with anger, harshly said, "Foolish Lenn, you have completely lost the right to inherit your father's glory. You are not worthy of becoming a Goblin warrior."

"Please, chief, calm down," Lenn pleaded in fear. "I will change my ways and make up for the losses to our tribe."

"Make up for it? How can a mere Goblin warrior like you compensate for the tribe's losses?"

"I wish I could just kill you right now," the chief barked. "Get out of this hall, filled with countless glories, and I don't want to see you for a while."

"Understood, chief," Lenn said, and without looking back, he ran out.

Watching his hasty retreat, the chief's anger only grew, yet he found no outlet for it.

"Chief, what should we do now?" asked another.

"Should we immediately gather our forces and go to war with the cunning and deceitful gray dwarves?"

"We must go to war. Otherwise, we can't calm the tribe's panic."

"But if we go to war, we might not stand a chance against the gray dwarves' tribe."

"Our losses today have already been great. Rashly waging war against the gray dwarves' tribe would only doom us."

"Yes, we absolutely must not start a war recklessly."

The hall was noisy with the Goblins' various opinions, annoying the chief to no end.

"Enough!" the chief finally roared. "Everyone get out, I need some peace."

With the chief's fury unabated, the Goblins could only sigh and leave.

Once all the Goblins had left the hall, the chief slumped back into his throne, muttering to himself, "The tribe's losses are severe; going to war is simply a death wish."

"The only thing I can do now is to tighten the tribe's defenses."

"We can't let those gray dwarves succeed."

"As long as I'm here, those gray dwarves wouldn't dare attack us."

The chief was still confident in his strength.

But what he didn't realize was that this whole series of events had nothing to do with the gray dwarves—they were just innocently implicated.

What he also didn't expect was...

The nearly four hundred Goblins 'lost' by their tribe hadn't died at all but had all turned into enemy forces.

And the most crucial point—the enemy forces could attack at any moment.

...

Compared to the chief's gloomy mood, Edward, the mastermind behind the events, was in high spirits.

In just a day, his followers had surged from a hundred to nearly four hundred, half of them battle-ready Goblin warriors.

His territory's power had increased dramatically.

The Goblin tribe's power had been severely weakened.

Naturally, he was in a good mood.

"The boy who cried wolf won't work a third time."

"Relying on this tactic to weaken the Goblin tribe's power is no longer feasible."

"Next, we need a direct assault."

Edward discussed the attack on the Goblin tribe with Virginia, who was out hunting.

They set the attack for tomorrow morning, at sunrise.

Virginia and Janet needed to step up their hunting and reach level seven by tonight, so they could defeat the level nine Elementalist Goblin chief.

Edward also hoped to acquire the [Fences Blueprint] today.

If he could get it, he would upgrade his territory and summon the Four-Winged Angel.

With the Four-Winged Angel's help, conquering the Goblin tribe would be more assured.