novelraw Chapter 601 - 410: Goblin Motives, Fishing Tactics
Chapter 601 - 410: Goblin Motives, Fishing Tactics
This Goblin Shaman is just a Captain Level monster.
It’s just that its Level is relatively high, reaching Level 38.
Judging by the wrinkles on its face, this guy should be an elder in the Goblin Tribe.
The Levels of indigenous monsters and indigenous warriors are often related to their age and battle experience.
In some Giant Cities, there are even warriors of Level fifty or sixty.
Some warriors’ tiers aren’t high, but because of their Levels, they can exhibit extraordinary combat strength.
However, these warriors are at least forty or fifty years old.
Actually, Level is a manifestation of some aspect of strength.
Zong Shen prefers to view it as some kind of "experience" accumulation.
He wore a Battle Helmet and silently observed the Goblin Shaman.
This guy could at most be considered an ordinary caster in the Goblin Tribe.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be responsible for commanding a small squad.
He lifted his foot and lightly kicked the Goblin Shaman.
It was now in a kind of semi-conscious state.
The young man’s actions were a bit heavy, overly earnest.
Zong Shen asked to spare it a life, so he really just left it with one life.
In Zong Shen’s eyes, this guy’s Life Value had dropped to less than 15%.
This Life Value range straddles the brink between dying and being severely injured.
This state is completely unsuitable for interrogation.
But Zong Shen didn’t plan to waste the Moon God Spring on it.
After some thought, he took out a wooden bucket of water.
He poured it directly onto the Goblin Shaman’s face.
The wounds on its body were stimulated and tightened slightly.
At the same time, the Goblin Shaman finally woke up slowly.
Its eyes opened with an expression of horror.
Especially after realizing that its hands and feet were bound, it began to struggle violently.
When they capture humans, they bind the limbs the same way.
Zong Shen wanted to extract some detailed information about the Goblin Tribe from this guy.
If communication with a low-IQ tribe member wasn’t possible, then an intelligent caster should be able to communicate.
"Stop struggling."
"You’re my captive now."
Zong Shen stood beside it, casting his shadow over it entirely.
He looked down at it from above.
All Lords automatically master the Continent Common Language after landing.
Including the language Zong Shen was speaking now, which was also the Continent Common Language.
Though called the Continent Common Language, he wasn’t certain if the Goblin Shaman could understand it.
On this continent, many races have their own unique languages.
Even the wise ones in the tribe might not be fluent in the Continent Common Language.
You can see this point from the Dogman Prophets.
Even the Dogman Prophets stammer when speaking the Common Language.
In the Dogman Tribe subdued by Zong Shen, only the Chieftain Dutra could fluently communicate with Zong Shen in the Continent Common Language.
But it seemed that this guy understood the Common Language.
Because after Zong Shen spoke, it stopped struggling.
It looked at Zong Shen with eyes filled with fear.
Its eyes were also red, just murkier compared to the previous Goblin Scouts that were slaughtered.
These are the traces of time.
"Master..."
"We... just mistakenly entered... your territory..."
"Please... forgive us..."
The Goblin Shaman stammered.
Not only did it stutter, but its word order was also somewhat jumbled.
But as long as it could communicate, that was enough.
"Is that so?"
"Ha?"
"So, you filthy green-skinned scum can beg for mercy too."
Zong Shen sneered, mocking mercilessly.
Based on the information he had gathered, when facing such lowly races,
the kinder you are, the more manic they become.
Only insult, intimidation, and coercion can temporarily subdue them.
Sure enough, when faced with Zong Shen’s mockery, a hideous smile appeared on the Goblin Shaman’s wrinkled face.
"Honestly tell me why you came here."
"As long as you cooperate, I’ll grant you a painless death."
"If you dare to lie, you will suffer torment."
Zong Shen took out the Dragon-Slaying Heavy Sword and planted it on the ground, handle-down.
Though the Dragon-Slaying Heavy Sword was wrecked, its broad blade still exuded an oppressive aura.
Facing this blatant threat, the Goblin Shaman lost any hope of fluke.
As an evil race, they’ve mastered many methods of torture.
And they definitely know the concept of a fate worse than death.
Compared to torture, death is the more comfortable outcome.
Goblins, these creatures, have no concept of courage.
Their thought process is unlike any intelligent creature’s.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be called the failed products of the Evil God.
"We... came... to capture people..."
"Mating..."
"This place is the target..."
"Food..."
The Goblin Shaman slowly said, its descriptions disjointed.
Yet Zong Shen understood its meaning.
The Goblin Tribe is extending its demonic claws toward this area.
Especially the Lords’ territories, which they see as easy targets.
Regardless of gender, any human could become a mating tool for them.
At the same time, they could be food reserves for the Goblin Tribe.
Just like humans raise pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep.
As for more information, given this guy’s communication ability, it likely couldn’t provide more.
Zong Shen could fully use the known clues to have the Guide Module reveal more intel on the Goblin Tribe.
Now, he had a grasp of these guys’ motives.