Goblin Chapter 480: Opinion Reversed (Patreon)

However, because it was already late, Gauss did not choose to go out and handle serious business at night.

He simply rested in the camp for the night.

The next morning.

He woke to find that nothing had happened.

Perhaps the death of the transcendent centaur had given the Green Dragon Army’s high command too strong a warning. Afraid that they might be the next to die, they were now holding their troops in place. Only some low-level monsters kept harassing the front, and no large-scale assault had been launched again.

This was actually a good thing, as it gave the human soldiers and adventurers more time to rest.

When Gauss went out and walked along the road, he could clearly see that after a full day of rest, many people’s spirit and vitality had recovered considerably.

He had heard that in the earlier battles, although the Green Dragon Army would quiet down somewhat after a large-scale siege, the number of small and medium-scale attacks had been far greater than yesterday.

Perhaps this was another invisible contribution made by Gauss.

And just as he expected, deep within the lush forest—

the Green Dragon Army’s high command had indeed fallen into a strange state of panic.

This was especially true for those transcendent monster lords who considered themselves close to or weaker than the transcendent centaur Isentor. They were treading on thin ice, constantly using their informants in the army to probe for any movement.

They were afraid that the four great generals would suddenly come looking for them and hand them the important mission that had originally been given to the now-deceased Isentor.

In fact, before the incident the day before yesterday, they had also heard some rumors that the four great generals were discussing which lord should be sent to assassinate that human.

Some of those lords had even been somewhat tempted, but in the end, after discussion and decision by the great generals, the task had been handed to Isentor, the centaur with the shallowest seniority, so that it could make achievements.

Some lords had been quite indignant at this “favoritism,” but now, they were incomparably glad that Isentor had gone to be the scapegoat.

Killing a transcendent monster quickly was no simple matter. This showed that, on one hand, that human was powerful, and on the other, he must have mastered some special burst method capable of maximizing his attack power.

This kind of enemy was the most terrifying, because you could not predict what hidden cards he still had.

At this moment, many transcendent monsters had gathered around the camp without prior agreement. Their gazes were turned toward the place where the four great generals were located, while they lowered their voices and exchanged whispers.

“The bosses are having another meeting.”

“Don’t tell me they’re looking for another comrade to go kill that Gauss?”

“If that mission falls on your head…” The smallest but most cunning-looking transcendent gnoll looked at the tall troll Urok beside it and teased.

“Cough, cough… I… I’m not going. I haven’t been feeling well lately.” The massive transcendent troll beside it shook its head violently.

It was living just fine and had no desire to provoke that living King of Hell.

Even making it fight other human transcendent commanders would be fine. After all, their burst power was not that strong. Even if it could not win, at worst it would flee back in disgrace. It would not necessarily lose its life.

“That’s not up to you, Urok.” The gnoll shook its head. “What if your boss Morga comes looking for you?”

Morga was one of the four great generals of the Green Dragon Army, the troll general, and the leader of all trolls in the Jade Forest.

In terms of bloodline, Morga was also a distant relative of the transcendent troll before them.

“I… I… Anyway, I’m not going!”

The mention of Morga’s name clearly made this transcendent troll somewhat guilty.

If the low-level monsters who feared it like a ghost or god saw it acting so cowardly, their eyes might fall out of their heads.

The gnoll’s gaze turned again toward the central camp where the four great generals were located.

“Maybe they’re already discussing it now. I heard the great generals reflected on yesterday’s failure and felt that Isentor wasn’t tough enough. If they sent someone stronger and sturdier, maybe the result would be different.” The gnoll’s gaze turned back and lingered for a while over the broad, thick body of the transcendent troll.

Although it believed that if it fought the troll to the death, it would definitely be the one to survive in the end, it still had to admit that the other party’s physical toughness far surpassed that of ordinary races.

The transcendent troll clearly knew its own advantage. When the gnoll lord mentioned it, its expression immediately stiffened.

“I… I have to go talk to Boss.”

It no longer cared about losing face and strode toward the generals’ camp, afraid that the gnoll pup’s words might unfortunately come true.

The other transcendent monsters merely looked at the departing back of the transcendent troll, then at the calm-faced gnoll lord, and silently sneered.

Naturally, they could tell that the gnoll lord had deliberately stirred up the troll to test the situation.

But this matter benefited them, so they would not say anything more.

In the center of the camp, the four monster generals of the Green Dragon Army were gathered and talking.

Yet the topic of their conversation was completely different from what the transcendent monsters in the camp feared.

Suddenly, the troll general Morga turned his gaze toward the entrance.

A sneaky figure was wandering in the distance, using the camp’s fortifications and buildings to hide its body. But with a body taller than a city wall, how could it be easily concealed?

Seeing the gazes cast by the other three monster generals, Morga suddenly felt that he had lost some face. He immediately shouted loudly,

“Get in here! Urok!”

Hearing its roar, the transcendent troll Urok instantly shuddered, then walked honestly through the gate like a child who had done something wrong.

In truth, it was not strange that it feared the troll general Morga so much. When it was still a little child, Morga had already been the strongest warrior in the tribe.

When it was young, it had been beaten by Morga many times in the name of instruction. Of course, Morga would also occasionally bring it some delicious little snacks, such as tender-skinned humans, dwarves whose portions were small but whose flesh was compact and had a special taste, and halflings.

Those were all wonderful childhood memories.

Because of all those events from its youth, it made perfect sense that it treated Morga with such awe.

Especially since love and hatred in monster society often came in much rougher forms.

“What were you doing over there?”

After Urok walked up, Morga asked in a displeased low voice, looking down at the transcendent troll, who was clearly two sizes smaller than itself.

It had just been discussing serious matters with the other three generals, but the arrival of a junior from its own tribe had interrupted them.

The relationship among the four Green Dragon Army generals was actually complicated. They were comrades-in-arms, but if one examined it closely, they were not that close. Each of them had territory, forces, or tribes within the Jade Forest.

They might be speaking peacefully together now, but if not for the Green Dragon Queen above them, they might well fight to the death over resources.

Although annoyed, Morga was still facing an outstanding junior of its own tribe, so it ultimately suppressed its emotions.

It was a rare wise one among trolls.

“Just say what you want.”

“Brother Morga, I heard you’re discussing who to send to kill that human called Gauss?”

Urok asked.

“Mm?” Troll Morga’s expression did not change. “Who said that?”

“Gnoll Hungry-Gut, and Thrasis, and lots of other lords are all saying it…”

Morga’s expression instantly darkened.

“Then why don’t we send you?”

“No!” Urok immediately shook its head. “I… I’m injured!”

It swallowed, then pointed to a pale-gray “wound” on its waist.

If a scar that was about to disappear completely counted as an injury, then it was indeed injured.

A person’s name casts a shadow like a tree. Now, Gauss’s reputation had already exploded throughout the Green Dragon Army.

In fact, long before this, Gauss’s name had already circulated through the forest along with those of many other powerful adventurers, but at that time, he had not yet achieved especially remarkable battle merits.

The understanding of him had mainly focused on him as a despicable person who liked slaughtering low-level monsters.

But after the battle the day before yesterday, that opinion instantly reversed.

The record was verifiable: he had decapitated the transcendent centaur Isentor. Many monsters had even personally witnessed Isentor being bombarded to death from a distance.

Before confirming that they were stronger than Isentor, no monster wanted to run into this terrifying monster killer.

The longer a monster lived, the more it cherished its life.

This transcendent troll Urok, a terrifying lord whose name could make children in many small monster tribes stop crying at night, would also feel fear when facing someone stronger.

Seeing its own tribe’s junior acting so timidly, the troll general Morga felt nameless anger rising inside. It felt as though black lines were wrapping around its forehead.

It looked at Urok in disappointment and anger.

That was a human. Their tribe even kept some humans as food. Yet this human had scared Urok out of its wits.

Whether it could beat him was one thing. At the very least, it should not fear him before fighting.

And from Urok’s answer, it was not only Urok who was afraid. The other transcendent lords were also secretly panicking. Otherwise, why would they incite this brainless fool to come test the waters?

It saw through what had happened at a glance.

“Why not let your Urok go?” The wyvern lord Vexa, standing nearby, continued fanning the flames. “Maybe with its thick skin and tough flesh, it really can hold out longer.”

Morga turned and looked at it. Unlike its own false test, this sinister creature truly wanted to send Urok to its death.

Urok’s speed was simply not enough to restrain that terrifyingly fast human.

If it remembered correctly, not long ago, one of its tribe’s silver mines had an incident. Its subordinates had reported that it seemed to have been looted by flying monsters.

This bastard…

“All right.” The Rot-Wing Dragon Bat stepped in as peacemaker.

“Urok, go back. Tell the other lords that we have abandoned the plan to send someone to assassinate that human.”

Hearing the Rot-Wing Dragon Bat’s words, Urok’s expression instantly brightened, and it let out a long breath of relief.

However, before leaving, it still looked toward its own leader, Morga.

“Get lost.”

Hearing that bad-tempered reply, Urok finally truly relaxed.

It turned and walked toward the exit, its steps becoming much lighter.

“This lot has truly been scared out of their wits,” said the goblin general Snazz, who had remained silent until now, its face full of disdain. “A mere human.”

“Then you go?” The wyvern lord looked at it again.

“Why not? I really do want to taste what that human is like.” Goblin Snazz opened its thick dark-green lips and licked them with a thick tongue covered in corrosive mucus. “He should be delicious.”

The human adventurers it had killed in the past had all been eaten by it.

It was especially fond of eating strong people.

That gave it a supreme satisfaction from body to soul.

Perhaps this was a taste carved into goblin genes.

“Unfortunately, if I appear, those human generals most likely will not stand by.”

“Are you all prepared to launch a full-scale assault?”

Hearing that, the other three instantly fell silent.

The greatest variable at present was still the Green Dragon Queen’s disappearance.

Before Her Majesty disappeared, they had all clearly heard that roar, which mentioned the name Dilla.

Although they did not know exactly who that name referred to, any name spoken from Her Majesty’s mouth had to belong to an existence at the same level or even stronger.

Moreover, although the scene of that monster’s incarnation had lasted only an instant, many monsters had clearly seen its terrifying body.

And that also meant Her Majesty must have encountered an extremely difficult opponent, which was why she had still not returned.

“We cannot keep hesitating. The humans are gradually gathering more forces. Let those Dragon Worship Cult people act.”

“I agree.”

“Agreed.”

In the end, the four monster generals unified their opinion. At least making this decision did not carry much pressure. The Dragon Worship Cult was only a group of vassals that had come clinging to them on their own initiative anyway. Having them create trouble in the human rear was most appropriate.

Back in the military camp, under Monroe’s introduction, Gauss was meeting a senior actuary from the Adventurers’ Guild.

He was dressed impeccably. The size of his cuffs and the length of his clothes were perfectly precise—not a point too short, not a point too long.

The man’s face did not look old, and his skin was still firm, but the silver-gray hair at his temples hinted that his age was not as young as he appeared.

“Mr. Gauss, hello. I am Michel, an actuary of the guild.”

“Hello, Mr. Michel.”

After seeing Gauss, the man proactively removed his gloves and reached out to shake hands with him. They held the handshake for about two seconds before letting go.

Michel took a catalogue and notebook from his leather case and placed them on the table.

Gauss glanced at the open leather case. Many tools were inside.

After President Matthias Monroe briefly introduced their identities and backgrounds, he voluntarily withdrew, leaving the space to the two of them.

The exchange amount was too large, and even as the Adventurers’ Guild president of an entire city, he needed to avoid suspicion.

“Then, Mr. Gauss, let us begin.”

“The four true dragons you killed are in this storage bracelet?”

He looked at the guild-standard bracelet on Gauss’s wrist, a flash of light passing through his eyes.

This was a professional habit of a senior actuary. Whenever he encountered high-level collectibles, he could not help becoming excited.

These were true dragon bodies.

Every one of them possessed extremely high value.

The last time he had seen the corpse of a true dragon had been twenty years ago.

Back then, in another province, he had appraised the body of a young red dragon.

Aside from that, he had never had similar special work experience. Speaking of it, that time twenty years ago had also been a coincidence; he had happened to be operating near the incident site.

And now, he heard that this bracelet contained even more true dragon corpses, and they were older than the one he had appraised the first time.

“Yes.”

“Do I need to take them out?”

Gauss turned and looked at the surroundings, indicating with his eyes that the room did not seem spacious enough.

“No, no. You only need to place the bracelet on the table.”

As he spoke, Michel took an unremarkable magnifying glass from his leather case.

Under Gauss’s curious gaze, he held the magnifying glass close to the storage bracelet on the table.

Using the reflection on Michel’s eyeballs, Gauss faintly saw the scene Michel was currently seeing.

This ordinary-looking magnifying glass could actually see through the bracelet from afar and observe the items stored inside?

This discovery surprised Gauss somewhat, and he could not help raising his eyebrows.

Previously, he had always believed storage tools were highly secure, because they needed to be bound with mana. Before the connection between one’s mana and the storage tool was completely erased, outsiders could not know what was stored inside.

But now, an ordinary-looking tool could do it.

As expected, the Adventurers’ Guild possessed far too many truly good things.

He even felt that the true strength of this giant organization, the Adventurers’ Guild, might be stronger than that of kingdoms or empires.

“Incredible. So beautiful!”

“Four true dragons!”

Michel completely abandoned his previous elegance, his throat rolling repeatedly as the light in his eyes turned entranced.