Half a Month Impact!
Time passed day by day!
Under the leadership of Great Goblin Muguoguo, numerous Goblin tribes were destroyed, all transformed into experience, continuously raising Tang Zheng's level.
The air in the outer areas began to be filled with a bloody smell, and even the forest became quiet. The usually dense chirping of birds suddenly decreased a lot.
Lower Wind Moon, June 29th.
Splash! Water splashed.
Tang Zheng emerged from a small river, swam to the bank, and took a thorough bath.
Although he had the magic Odorless, which could eliminate his own scent, it only eliminated the scent and was far from as comfortable and clean as taking a bath.
Great Goblin Muguoguo was indeed very familiar with this area of the outer perimeter.
Stepping onto the shore.
Tang Zheng took out a clean piece of clothing, dried the water droplets from his body, and then took out a brand new one to change into.
Then, he plopped down in front of the meat soup that was being heated over the campfire, emitting steaming heat.
"Hiss."
Tang Zheng took a sip of the meat soup, making a comfortable sound.
The taste of the meat soup was very monotonous.
But in this environment, it was already very good. At least taking a bath and drinking a hot soup made one feel quite happy.
Of course, the increase in levels had kept Tang Zheng in a relatively good mood during this time.
However, the other one was completely the opposite.
Great Goblin Muguoguo was lying on the ground not far away. Both of its feet had been broken, so it could only lie there.
"No, can't, kill anymore."
"Can't kill anymore, human master."
"Please, don't, kill anymore."
"Can't kill anymore..."
"Too many Goblins are dying."
Great Goblin Muguoguo lay on the ground, constantly emitting some weak wails and cries.
Faced with these sounds.
Tang Zheng had long been accustomed to it, and continued to taste the meat soup expressionlessly.
Great Goblin Muguoguo's wails seemed to be pleading for those dead Goblins, but in reality, they were not at all.
To be precise!
Although they were considered the same race, in the eyes of the Great Goblins, ordinary Goblins, apart from being able to mate with their race, were not considered people of their race at all, just a group of inferior fellows.
For a race that even considered its own kind as food, there was no such thing as pitying a race inferior to itself.
The real reason for Great Goblin Muguoguo's crying was that with a large number of Goblins being killed, when winter came, there would not be a large number of Goblins as food reserves.
Their Great Goblin clan was very likely to become food for the Ogre adults!
Great Goblin Muguoguo was only wailing about this.
"Shut up."
Tang Zheng swallowed the meat soup in his mouth and spoke lightly.
Great Goblin Muguoguo's wailing stopped immediately, and he closed his mouth, his black pupils filled with grievance and cowardice.
Pa! A piece of thoroughly cooked wild boar meat was thrown over by Tang Zheng.
The cooked wild boar meat, covered in mud, rolled a few times on the ground and appeared in Great Goblin Muguoguo's field of vision.
In the next moment! The fear on Great Goblin Muguoguo's face, the grievance in his eyes, and other expressions disappeared, revealing a wild greed.
Crawling rapidly across the ground with both hands!
Immediately after.
Great Goblin Muguoguo drooled, its yellowed, uneven, sharp teeth bared as it tore into the wild boar meat clutched tightly in its hands.
It was a far cry from the pitiful appearance it had shown just moments before.
"The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, this is the norm in the forest."
Tang Zheng picked up the meat soup and took another sip, "Disguise is just a way to survive."
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E-Rantel.
The top floor, third story, of the Adventurer's Guild.
Inside a large room.
The decorations were simple, without any luxurious items. Only the shields and swords hanging on the walls, covered in nicks and scars, silently spoke of the extraordinary experiences of these weapons.
It was precisely because of these scarred weapons that the somewhat monotonous, simple room was filled with a rough, adventurous atmosphere.
Around an ancient, long wooden table sat three figures.
A middle-aged man with graying hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead, looking to be in his forties, sat on the left side of the wooden table.
Although this man was somewhat old, his gaze was very sharp, and although his clothes were loose, one could still vaguely see the strong muscles and power of his entire body.
Especially those rough hands covered in calluses, subtly telling others that he was very skilled at using weapons.
At this moment.
In these rough hands, he held a delicate silver container, the liquid inside constantly emitting wisps of cold air in the current hot June weather.
Opposite this middle-aged man.
Sat a Magic Caster wearing a magic robe, slender and looking somewhat capable, who was flipping through a piece of information in his hand.
Besides these two, the one sitting at the head of the table was a fat man.
His bald head, fat chin, and bloated abdomen made it seem as if he had been embedded into the chair.
Especially since he was currently leaning back in the wooden chair, his head lowered, the fat on his chin and neck overlapping, dozing off, making a "puffing" sound from his nostrils every few breaths.
He looked just like a fat pig.
But he was wearing a deep red velvet coat, a blue waistcoat made of gold-buttoned suit, and a pure white inner garment as a base.
Especially the pure gold, silk-like tie wrapped around his neck, inlaid with a ruby that emitted a faint red light under the reflection of the sunlight.
Such a luxurious outfit was enough to show that this fat man's identity was not simple.
If the people of E-Rantel saw the three people in front of them sitting together, they would be extremely surprised.
Because the three people at the table were the three people with the highest status in the entire city of E-Rantel.
The middle-aged man was Burdun Einzack, the president of the Adventurer's Guild of E-Rantel.
The person wearing the magic robe opposite him was Teo Rakshiel, the president of the Magic Caster Guild of E-Rantel.
And Panasolei Gruze Dale Redinmeier, the city lord of E-Rantel and a noble of the kingdom!
After a brief silence in the room.
Einzack, as the president of the Adventurer's Guild, gently put down the silver magic container in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the mayor who seemed to be asleep.
"Your Excellency the Mayor."
Einzack's expression was a bit serious, but his voice was gentle.
The "puffing" sound stopped.
City Lord Panasolei opened his eyes, the fat causing his entire eyelid to retract, his squinted eyes making it impossible for outsiders to see the emotions in his eyes.
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