Bone King: Welcome the Birth of the King

Time passes day by day!

Under the leadership of the eldest goblin Muguo, a large number of goblin tribes were destroyed, and all of them were turned into experience, which continuously improved Tang Zheng's level.

The air in the peripheral area began to be filled with the smell of blood, and even the forest became quiet, and the usual dense birdsong suddenly became much less frequent.

Literary month, June 29th.

Plop!

Water splashes.

Tang Zheng emerged from a small river, swam to the shore, and took a pleasant bath.

Although it has "odorless" magic that can remove its own odor, it only removes the odor, and is far from the comfort and cleanliness of a bath.

The Big Goblin Fruit is indeed very familiar with the surrounding area.

Go ashore.

Tang Zheng took out a piece of clean clothes, wiped off the water drops on himself, and then took out a brand new one and put it on.

Then, he sat down in front of the steaming broth that was placed on the campfire.

"hiss."

Tang Zheng took a sip of the broth and made a comfortable sound.

The broth tasted very bland.

But it's already very good in this environment. At least taking a bath and drinking hot soup makes people feel quite happy.

certainly

The improvement in level has kept Tang Zheng in a good mood during this period.

However, the other one is completely the opposite.

The eldest brother, Blin Muguo, was lying on the ground not far away. The opponent's feet had been trampled off at the same time, so he could only lie down.

"No, yes, kill again."

"Can't kill, my lord human."

"Please, stop killing me."

"Can't kill..."

"Too many goblins died."

The eldest brother, Blin Muguo, was lying on the ground, constantly making weak whining and crying sounds.

Face these voices.

Tang Zheng had already gotten used to it and continued to taste the broth with an expressionless face.

The wailing sound of the big goblin Muguo seemed to be pleading for mercy to the dead goblins, but in fact it was not at all.

To be exact!

Although they are of the same race, in the eyes of the big goblins, ordinary goblins, apart from their ability to mate with their own race, are not considered people of their own race at all. They are just a group of inferior guys.

For a race that even treats its own kind as food, there is no such thing as pity for a race inferior to itself.

The reason why Big Goblin Muguo was really crying was that as a large number of Goblins were killed, when winter came, there would be no huge number of Goblins as food reserves.

Their eldest goblin clan will most likely become food for the trolls!

That's all the big brother Blinmuguo was moaning about.

"Shut up."

Tang Zheng swallowed the broth in his mouth and spoke lightly.

The eldest brother Blin Muguo's wailing stopped immediately and he closed his mouth, his black pupils full of grievance and cowardice.

Snap!

A piece of cooked wild boar meat was thrown by Tang Zheng.

The cooked wild boar meat covered with mud rolled several times on the ground and appeared in the sight of Big Goblin Muguo.

The next moment!

The fear on Big Brother Bling Muguo's face and the grievance in his eyes disappeared, revealing his wild greed.

He grabbed the ground with his hands and crawled over quickly!

Immediately afterwards.

The eldest brother, Blin Muguo, was drooling from his mouth, revealing his yellow and uneven sharp teeth, biting into the wild boar meat held tightly in his hands.

The way he looks now is not even half as pitiful as he was just now.

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is the normal state in the forest."

Tang Zheng picked up the broth and took another sip, "Disguise is just a way of survival."

…………

"E-Rantel".

The third floor at the top of the Adventurer's Guild.

In a large room.

The decoration is simple and does not contain any luxurious items. Only the several shields and swords hanging on the walls, covered with gaps and various scars, invisibly tell the extraordinary experiences of these weapons.

It is precisely because of the existence of these scarred weapons that it looks a bit monotonous, and the simple room is filled with a rough and adventurous atmosphere.

These three figures were seated at the quaint long wooden table.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead, who looks to be in his 40s, is sitting on the left side of the wooden table.

Although this man is a bit older, his eyes are very sharp. Although the clothes on his body are loose, you can still faintly see the strong muscles and strength of his body.

Especially those rough hands covered with calluses, faintly telling others that the other party is very good at using weapons.

now.

These rough hands were holding a delicate silver container. The liquid inside was actually giving off a slight chill in the hot temperature of June.

And opposite the middle-aged man here.

Sitting there was a thin, capable magician wearing a magic robe, who was flipping through a piece of information in his hand.

Apart from these two people, the one sitting at the top was a fat man.

The bald head, fat chin and bloated belly made the whole person look like it was embedded in the chair.

Especially when the other person was leaning against a wooden chair, with his head lowered and his chin stacked up with the fat on his neck, he was dozing off, and every time he took a few breaths, he made a "puff" sound in his nasal cavity.

He looked like a fat pig.

But the other party was wearing a dark red velvet coat, a blue suit vest with gold buttons, and a pure white lining.

In particular, there was a pure gold tie around his neck, like silk, with a ruby ​​inlaid on it that emitted a faint red light under the contrast of the sun.

Such a luxurious dress was enough to show that the identity of this fat man was not simple.

If the people of "Ye Lantier" saw the three people sitting together, they would be very surprised.

Because the three people at the table were the three people with the highest status in the entire "Ye Lantier" city.

The middle-aged man was Burdon Ainzak, the president of the "Ye Lantier" Adventurer Guild.

The man wearing a magician's robe opposite was Theo Rakesir, the president of the "Ye Lantier" Magician Guild.

And the mayor of "Ye Lantier" and the noble of the kingdom, Panasole Gruzer Del Redingmaia!

After a brief silence in the room.

Ainzach, the president of the Adventurer's Guild, gently put down the silver magic container in his hand and looked up at the mayor who seemed to be asleep.

"Mr. Mayor."

Ainzach's expression was a little serious, but his voice was gentle.

There was a pause of "puff".

Mayor Panasole opened his eyes, but his eyelids were shrunk due to obesity, and his squinted eyes made it impossible for outsiders to see the emotions in his eyes.