A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 20 It's not over yet
It's another early morning.

It seemed that Krigo's negotiations with the village chief were successful.

Fari looked at the foot of the mountain. In the most remote fields of the village, he saw several goblins working.

In the distance, several militiamen were watching them warily, and the villagers also avoided this land as far as they could. They didn't quite trust these goblins.

But after all, the deal was done. With a precedent set, it won't be that difficult to develop other businesses.

There has been a lot of war in this world, and it is not uncommon for villages to be deserted due to wars, which have led to a lack of young and middle-aged laborers.

Although most of the ordinary goblins are not very smart, they can still do simple labor. As long as they continue, this labor business can be expanded to the next village, and the next village.

"Are those guys really okay?"

The militiamen chatted as they watched the goblins working.

"Those lands are empty anyway, so there's no harm in giving it a try."

This is the result of three hours of negotiations last night. Of course, there are some additional terms and conditions in the contract.

The villagers gradually began to trust these goblins. The militia no longer kept a close eye on them. Occasionally, some brave villagers would come to the area and feed the goblins.

The first day of work ended smoothly.

Now, when he has nothing to do, Farui observes these goblins. These goblins have indeed overturned many of Farui's stereotypes.

He was enjoying it now. In other goblin settlements, if he, a skinny guy, dared to attack these goblins who were a whole circle bigger than him, he would have been beaten long ago. But here, with Krigo's direct appointment, he was the leader of these dozen goblins. The other goblins had to do what he said.

"You idiot, you can't spread seeds like that."

The next day, more goblins appeared on the fields.

The ideas of these militiamen are similar to those of their village chief.

They secretly hide food and occasionally play tricks on others, but with the intervention of the supervisory mutants, these are just occasional phenomena and harmless.

"The goblins will work in the area designated by the village. The village only needs to provide the goblins with farm tools, seeds, two meals a day, and pay labor fees every week based on the cultivated area."

Although it was only a little over one gold coin each time, which was not much, but with the increase in the number of goblins and the larger cultivated area, the income was also gradually increasing.

His elven blood made him naturally close to the animals and plants in nature. Under his guidance, the goblins gradually learned how to farm.

"The more these goblins get along with humans, the less aggressive they become, especially those that were sent here just after they reached adulthood."

Fari suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

Moreover, Fari doesn't need to spend any effort to get these gold coins. He can make money without doing anything.

However, the instinctive selfishness and evil-heartedness can still occasionally be seen in these goblins.

The biggest problem now is that the farming skills of ordinary goblins are not very high. The goblin with a trace of elven blood sitting on the ridge has to rush down from time to time to correct the ordinary goblins.

There were some more invaders.

Fary flapped his wings but ultimately did not take off to intercept.

Every day, more goblins came of age and were sent by Krigo as laborers. Most of the daily income was also sent to Farri's cave.

This is much more comfortable than going out to rob other monsters' nests or loot villages and towns, and there is no risk at all.

There aren't many invaders. From what I can sense, there are only three or four of them. It seems safer to let the servants handle them.

The militia at the entrance of the village sounded the alarm, but it was too late.

Three ogres had already rushed out of the village. There were still many people working in the fields some distance from the village entrance, and they probably didn't have time to escape back.

At this time, the goblins put down their farm tools and rushed forward.

The three ogres seemed very tired and weak. When they saw forty or fifty goblins with farm tools rushing towards them, they turned around and ran without any hesitation.

But the weak ogre staggered and was surrounded by the goblins who had been well fed and well-drinking recently and were full of energy after just a few steps.

thump.

Before the goblins could make a move, the three ogres dropped their clubs and surrendered.

"Master, those three ogres are running for their lives."

After briefly interrogating the three ogres, Krigo came to Farri's lair.

"According to them, their original habitat is now full of undead, and most of the other ogres have been killed. They managed to escape with great difficulty."

Fari frowned. This undead was not done yet. It was making such a big fuss. It was not normal.

On this continent, necromancers are like rats crossing the street. As soon as they show their heads, they will be attacked by the local human kingdom. If the trouble gets bigger, the clergy of the churches under the gods will be recruited.

"Under normal circumstances, these undead should have been rounded up and eliminated long ago. Why are they still becoming more and more rampant?"

Fari walked to the cave entrance, flapped his wings, and prepared to see what was happening outside. If this group of undead made more trouble and created some level 6 or 7 undead creatures, it would be troublesome.

At least the undead around the nest must be cleared out first.

"Sir, how should we deal with those ogres?"

"You have to deal with the people you arrested yourself."

After saying that, Fari flapped his wings and flew out.

That barren mountain was indeed somewhat different from what Fari had remembered before.

The ogres that originally lived there have now been almost completely wiped out. Farui only saw a few scattered ogres in the sky. They were hiding in some corners of the barren mountains to avoid the surrounding undead.

"With the basic formation and coordination, this is not even including those wandering wild undead."

The undead below obviously have a commander. The array of zombies and skeletons is mixed with slightly more advanced ghouls, and there are also soul-returning corpse puppets in the back to provide support.

"Isn't that the necromancer who fought Reinhardt that night?"

Among those returning corpses, Farui also saw an acquaintance, who looked even more miserable than the last time they met.

"What are those undeads looking for?"

Fari discovered that the formation of the undead below was very spread out, which was not the case in normal marching and combat formations.

Although no one knew what they were looking for, the ogres hiding in the corners below were the most unlucky. They were bumped into one by one by the undead who were searching for something unknown.

Then, under the absolute numerical advantage of the undead, these ogres quickly turned into corpses and were sent to the caravan at the rear.

The two caravans were already piled high with the corpses of ogres, and there was almost no room for new corpses.

"Still haven't found it? If we can't recover the bodies of those two level eight warriors, the loss will be too great."

An officer who looked like a soldier asked the necromancer who was controlling the undead beside him impatiently.

"Not yet, but my men found something unusual. It seems to be the trace left by the dragon's breath."

(End of this chapter)