Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 60 Fire, and Fire

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the autumn night grows slightly cool.

At the edge of the forest, in the makeshift camp of witch hunters.

Beneath the flickering torchlight, the witch hunter vulture's somber face cast a long shadow.

"Father, we've caught a goblin!"

"Bring it over right away!"

The sound of rapid boots. Two witch hunters grabbed the goblin prisoner on either side and threw him to the ground.

The goblin looked up timidly at the fully armed vulture in front of it, as if it were seeing a ghost.

The vulture illuminated the goblin's face with its torch, a fleeting look of disappointment in its eyes.

Disappointment was quickly overshadowed by an uncontrollable violence.

"Take me to your lair, you little beast, or I'll kill you."

"I...I..." The little goblin's throat tightened, and he couldn't speak.

Father Gascoigne gave the goblin no time to hesitate. He was different today—the priest was unusually irritable, easily angered, and had a gloomy face all day long…

This is not hard to understand... their mission was to hunt goblins. For the kingdom's most renowned witch hunter, Vulture, to do such a thing in the forest was a disgrace.

None of the witch hunters dared to test his patience.

The vulture drew its longsword from its back and pressed the blade against the goblin's neck.

"three."

"Wait...wait..."

"two."

As the man counted out the second number, golden runes appeared on the blade of the longsword, and the entire weapon emitted a dazzling light...

The goblin was terrified, and a gurgling sound came from its crotch as a small puddle of clear yellow liquid flowed onto the ground.

"one."

"I'll go! I'll take you there! Don't kill me!" the goblin shouted immediately.

The vulture wrinkled its nose and withdrew its sword half an inch.

"Stand up."

The goblin hesitated for a moment.

"Stand up, I won't say it a third time."

The little guy immediately scrambled to his feet, nervously rubbing his hands together, and stammered:

"I'll lead you there. I know the fastest way... I'll go in front, you follow me... I promise I won't run away!"

"Yes, you won't 'run,' I don't even need you to 'leave,'" the vulture said somberly.

Before the goblin could react, the man in black in front of him swung his sword, a flash of cold light, and the goblin felt a chill beneath him... and fell to the ground with a thud.

He stared at his legs in disbelief... "My body is here, so why are my legs on the other side?"

"Ah... Ah!!!" The goblin, now only 2/3 of its body remained, let out a heart-wrenching wail.

The vulture slowly swooped down, pinning the goblin writhing in a pool of blood to the ground. He silently recited a prayer, a soft golden light emanating from his palm—and the goblin's bleeding, severed limbs visibly stopped bleeding and began to heal…

A few seconds later, the witch hunter vulture released his grip. The goblin's wounds hadn't fully healed, but the bleeding had stopped, and he wouldn't die immediately.

Vulture was covered in blood. He stood up and looked at the witch hunters around him—a dozen or so tall men, all of whom were pale-faced, biting their lips, and unable to utter a single word.

"My legs, my legs!" the goblin roared in despair.

"Take an iron chain and tie it to the Bloodhound's back—if he doesn't lead us to the goblin's lair by midnight, break his neck and let the hound follow his scent back—the hounds may be slow, but they never get lost."

The witch hunters nodded silently.

The vulture's cold gaze swept across the faces of the witch hunters. He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word drawing away the heat from the air and leaving behind a chilling frost.

"Don't waste your mercy on goblins."

"Tonight, the Lord's sacred fire will purify the entire forest!"

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The wind rattled against the old shaman's tent, and through a layer of burlap, a faint ray of firelight pierced through the tent...

The old shaman, wrapped in three layers of animal skin blankets, huddled inside the tent, his body hunched and wretched.

For three days now, ever since he exposed Gebu's traitorous plot, the old shaman has locked himself in his tent and won't come out no matter who calls him.

Only Xiong Laoda could go in and exchange a few words with him, and then pass on the old shaman's instructions to the Broken Tooth tribe.

But today, the old shaman's condition was particularly bad. The bear goblin sat for half an hour and couldn't get a single word out of him.

Boss Xiong couldn't sit still any longer and jumped up.

"Old shaman, why haven't the bones and scars returned yet? Should I go out and check?"

"Go to hell!" the old shaman suddenly said from inside the blanket.

"But……"

"Don't you understand?! Gebu has colluded with humans! He has betrayed the tribe!"

"Humans... Huh? You never said he had anything to do with humans?"

"Can goblins defeat giant hyenas?" The old shaman's voice was muffled, as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat. "Goblins, can they even get the giant eagle's feather? Think about it, it's all a human trap—they want to wipe us all out! The Broken Tooth tribe is doomed!"

A look of fear crossed the bear goblin's face—a rare occurrence, as nothing in this forest could frighten this burly fellow.

Apart from humans.

Cunning, treacherous, and cunning humans, along with their sturdy armor, sharp weapons, and arrows...

"What do we do... old shaman, what do we do?"

"Don't worry, my child, Magnubiye will protect the Broken Tooth tribe... This forest was a gift from God, and no one can take it away... Yes, she promised me... No one can take it away..."

Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, the fear on the bear goblin's face lessened somewhat, but the old shaman's voice became increasingly indistinct as he spoke, eventually turning into a completely incoherent murmur.

Boss Xiong couldn't understand a word. She scratched her head and asked cautiously:

"How can Magnubie protect us...?"

"Kill Geb! Your mission is to kill Geb! Bring back his head as firewood! In this raging fire, Magnubier will bring back the glory of the goblins!"

The goblin wanted to ask more questions, but the old shaman stopped speaking human language altogether—his mouth was filled with strange, incomprehensible words.

"Fine... killing Gebu will suffice, right?"

She had no choice but to leave the tent, leaving the old shaman alone.

Indistinct screams came from outside the tent.

The old shaman poked his head out from under the blanket. He stood up shakily, the blanket falling to the ground, but he didn't care.

Gebu, Gebu, I never expected... you little rascal, you're actually really amazing.

Within three days, the old shaman finally understood—he had been completely fooled by Gebu.

The dead squad, the stolen herbs, the laxatives in the pot, the animal aphrodisiac in the hyena dung, the rumors of the chosen ones, including the herbs and loot that Geb inexplicably gathered.

It was all a setup, and the target of the setup was the Broken Tooth Tribe!

His displeasure and sullenness are understandable. He really did cooperate with humans! That's the only plausible explanation. Did he kill himself and then sell his entire tribe to humans as slaves?

That damned brat... I'm not happy he's no match for me, maybe he's already been bribed!

Now, he's coming back with humans and goblins to take my life!

The old goblin scrambled to the corner of the tent, turning his head like a suspicious mouse to look around. Only when he saw that no one was watching him did he feel relieved.

The old shaman dug and dug with his hands, not caring that his hands were cut by the sand and gravel, until his hands were covered in dirt and blood, before finally pulling out a cloth bag covered in dirt.

He opened the cloth, revealing a wooden box lying inside, and hurriedly opened it.

Inside the box lay several bottles of medicine, a notebook, and a palm-length, white, broken tooth.

The old shaman hurriedly stuffed the potion into his waistband, then picked up the book and stroked it gently—he opened the book and haltingly read the prayer written in ancient goblin:

"Oh, great Magnubie, lead the goblins to that golden land—wherever the sun reaches, that is our home."

The old shaman kept repeating this phrase, picking up the broken tooth, placing it in front of his heart, and stroking it tenderly as if caressing a small baby.

"Oh, the great Magnus... the merciless Magnus..."

This was a gift left by the prophet to the old shaman... At that time, the old shaman was just a young shaman, and the Broken Tooth Tribe was not yet called the Broken Tooth Tribe.

Granny White, a mysterious visitor, a special goblin—her skin is white, her hair is white, and she even has white eyes and pupils…like solidified milk.

This mysterious goblin prophet appears and disappears like a ghost.

Only a legend and a gift remain.

"We goblins once had our own kingdom—the ancient Goblinstein, which was larger than the greatest kingdom of mankind... Keep what I give you safe, for one day, Magnubie will return to this world, and at that time, the goblin race will regain its ancient glory."

The old shaman would never forget what the albino geblin taught him—over the long years, he had prayed to Magnubiye countless times, and the gods had blessed him each time.

This tribe is mine; the gods entrusted it to me…

Yes, I am Magnubier's most loyal servant, not Geb or any other guy.

I will never allow the Broken Tooth Tribe to become someone else's property!

The old shaman seemed to draw strength from the prayer; he shook out the blanket draped over his body, and his frail body, which had been trembling, was now warm.

He put the broken tooth around his neck, held the prayer book in his hand, and spiritedly lifted the tent flap—

The goblin's screams grew clearer. In the very center of the camp, the goblins had built a ten-meter-high bonfire. Holding torches, they watched the old shaman with bated breath.

The old shaman lowered his gaze and saw the three goblins lying in the campfire. They were gagged, their hands and feet bound, struggling and howling in vain, their eyes filled with endless fear.

traitor.

The old shaman took a deep breath and roared with all his might:

"Tonight, Magnubie's wrath will consume his enemies!"

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Across the entire kingdom's forest, amidst the goblins' pitiful howls, the old shaman and the witch hunter vulture spoke at the same time!

"ignition!"

"Set off!"