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"Hey! You thunder goblin, come here! You've eaten the meat, but where are your bow and arrows?"
After finishing breakfast and without even wiping his mouth, the Goblin Shaman walked up to Lorraine, urging him relentlessly, like an unscrupulous boss demanding work to be done.
Most monsters don't have names. High-level individuals must expend their precious magic power to give low-level monsters names, which in turn strengthens them. Only then do monsters acquire names, and with them, enhanced strength.
Therefore, monsters without names are usually referred to by some distinctive features.
For example, the enthusiastic one is called the Fire Goblin, the cold one is called the Frost Goblin, and Lorraine, who can discharge electricity, is naturally called the Thunder Goblin.
The piece of front leg meat that Lorraine had eaten was originally the best part, meant to be consumed by the Goblin Shaman. Whenever they captured prey, the best meat would go to the Goblin Shaman.
Meanwhile, the little goblins and ordinary goblins, who fought desperately to hunt, could only get less desirable cuts with little meat and less flavor.
Seeing the unscrupulous boss approaching, asking about the progress of the task, Lorraine silently took out the bow and arrows he had prepared in advance. Now, all that was missing was the bowstring.
So, in the shocked eyes of the Goblin Shaman, Lorraine calmly approached the body of the jungle boar cub, kicked away the goblins who were still gathered around sharing the food, and began to dig inside the boar's body.
Finally, the tendons of the jungle boar were extracted and used to tie the bow and arrow, creating a complete and simple bow.
Using animal tendons as a bowstring is quite common. They are flexible and not easily broken, making them a perfect substitute. Lorraine had learned this from a wilderness survival program, and he didn't expect it to come in handy now.
"Wow! Is this really a bow and arrow? Can it actually shoot?"
A little goblin, who had just been kicked aside, questioned in a displeased tone.
Before the little goblin could finish his words, an arrow struck him in the head, and he fell to the ground with a scream.
The goblins turned their heads and saw Lorraine still in an archery stance. The arrow had been shot by him.
To maintain the authority he had just established, Lorraine couldn't allow anyone who dared to question him.
"Wow! Kill him! Kill him!"
Soon, the goblin tribe descended into chaos.
Some goblins even speculated that Lorraine was a spy from the elves. After all, how could he use a bow and arrow and shoot so accurately, just like those long-eared elves?
At that moment, some goblins had already picked up stone axes and spears, eyeing Lorraine suspiciously, ready to fight to the death at any time.
However, Lorraine wasn't worried about these goblins attacking him. After all, the cunning Goblin Shaman was unlikely to let Lorraine die.
Some large goblin tribes do have bows and arrows, but they are usually looted from adventurers. Not only are the quantities small, but their accuracy is poor due to incompatibility.
The bows and arrows Lorraine made were tailored to the goblin's body, which greatly improved their accuracy.
As Lorraine expected, the Goblin Shaman soon walked up to the goblins, shook his human bone staff vigorously, and activated his [Command Call] skill, forcing all the goblins present except Lorraine to obey.
"Hehehe... Very good! I didn't expect you could actually make a bow and arrow!"
The Goblin Shaman patted Lorraine on the shoulder with a leadership tone and continued, "I need more bows and arrows to prepare for hunting and attacking the human church!"
"Once we take you down, I'll give you a human nun with a big butt!"
Lorraine couldn't believe the old guy's audacity—making such big promises like a human capitalist!
If the old man actually managed to capture the human nun with a big butt, he'd probably enjoy her first, right?
Lorraine definitely couldn't let that happen. He had to kill this old guy before any of that occurred.
So Lorraine thought for a moment, nodded, and replied, "No problem, but I need more goblins to help me— the more, the better."
If he wanted to make more bows and arrows, he'd need more materials. As the saying goes, "A skilled cook cannot cook without rice." No matter how good his skills were, they would be useless without resources.
As for the shield, most of the iron blocks that could be disassembled had already been, and unless a full set of forging tools could be acquired, the shield could only be disassembled into iron blocks suitable for forging.
The Goblin Shaman leaned on his cane, pondered for a while, and then issued the [Command Call] again. He ordered all fifty goblins in the tribe to gather and obey Lorraine's command.
There were only seventy goblins in the entire tribe, but the Goblin Shaman gave Lorraine command over fifty of them. This shows his obsession with bows and arrows.
Of course, this wasn't due to trust in Lorraine, but rather the Goblin Shaman's goal of rapidly expanding the tribe by mass-producing bows and arrows.
Moreover, these goblins could be recalled by the Shaman at any time; the final command was always under the Shaman's control.
"Thank you very much, Boss."
Lorraine clasped his hands together, lowered his posture deliberately, and spoke respectfully.
Now, Lorraine needed to throw a smoke bomb to dispel the old guy's suspicions. Otherwise, the Goblin Shaman would start getting suspicious of his actions.
"I have one condition. If you give me this much manpower, you'll need to make me an iron staff!"
After the Goblin Shaman finished speaking, he turned around and walked deeper into the goblin's lair. The lair was the safest place in their home, where two human women had been imprisoned in the past, though they had starved to death due to malnutrition.
Upon hearing the Goblin Shaman's words, Lorraine sighed.
It seemed that high-level goblins had the intelligence of a ten-year-old human child. They understood that a staff would greatly improve the efficiency of magic use and increase the power of the skills released.
It was worth noting that a warlock's staff is inseparable from the warlock's abilities. Every staff used must match the corresponding attributes in order to function properly. If the properties don't align, side effects may occur.
Lorraine had learned all this from the system, but he wasn't sure if the Goblin Shaman understood it.
"An iron staff? No problem!"
Lorraine agreed immediately. He had finally earned the shaman's trust, and now he needed to play along and ensure the agreement stayed intact.
"But I'll need a lot of iron ore. Do you know where I can find it?"
At Lorraine's words, the Goblin Shaman paused, then slowly turned around and pointed to the east: "Two hours' walk east, there's an abandoned human iron mine. There may still be iron ore there, but there are human guards stationed inside, making it difficult to capture."
"I'll let you command these 50 goblins, but you can't injure more than half of them. Otherwise, you'll still die."
With that, the Goblin Shaman returned to his lair.
An abandoned iron mine? That means there likely won't be too many human guards, making it easier to capture.
"Thunder Goblin, what should we do now?"
Just as Lorraine was thinking, a goblin with three hairs on its head appeared among the 50 goblins. It had a runny nose and asked a stupid question.
"Don't call me Thunder Goblin, call me Brother Lorraine!"
As he spoke, Lorraine picked up his bow and arrow and hit the three-haired goblin on the head with it.
"... Second Brother? You have a name? That's amazing! Even the Shaman doesn't have a name!"
Another nearby goblin blinked and said in admiration.
"Don't worry about that. If you don't know what to call me, just call me second brother."
"Okay, second brother!"
After a brief exchange, Lorraine looked around. The levels of the 50 goblins ranged from 2 to 7. With this level of strength, attacking the elves was a fantasy.
It was possible that a team of experienced adventurers could wipe out all the goblins, let alone attacking elven or human territory.
However, these were the only cannon fodder available right now.
After a moment of thought, Lorraine climbed onto a high rock and surveyed the 50 goblins below. He took two tufts of hair from the jungle boar cub out of his pocket and held them under his nose.
After clearing his throat, Lorraine raised his right hand, stretched it outward, put his thumb close to his palm, and the other four fingers together, then spoke loudly to the goblins below:
"Stand on the land of Shadow Forest!"
"This is the land our ancestors watered with their blood and dignity!"
"After that war, the pride of our goblin nation was lost!"
"Tell me, would you choose to be a freedom fighter like Thomas Martin, or a slave?"
The goblins below were confused by Lorraine's speech and began whispering to each other.
Goblin A: "What is Second Brother talking about?"
Goblin B: "I don't know, but I think he's pretty powerful."
Seeing their shocked faces, Lorraine continued his performance:
"You might say: Mr. Lorraine, I need a woman and some barbecue."
"As long as the flag of mankind still flies in the Shadow Forest, our dignity will not exist!"
"As long as those humans are rampant on our land, our dignity will not exist!"