As a Goblin, I will have a harem

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[Life Force: 120]

[Attack Power: 13]

[Magic Value: 0]

[Strike Resistance: 35]

[Magic Resistance: 20]

"Oh shit!"

Naming your subordinates actually consumes your magic power.

No wonder Lorraine felt like he had a kidney overdraft. He had to give names to so many of his subordinates at once, and since Lorraine didn't specialize in magic, it was no surprise that he felt drained.

To be precise, it was an overdraft of magic power, which was even more serious than a kidney overdraft and required deep rest to recover.

After a full day and night of rest, Lorraine slowly opened his eyes, still in a daze.

As he regained his senses, he realized that he was lying in the safest and most hidden area of the goblin's lair.

This place was far from the entrance of the nest and was surrounded by hard rock. Soft monster fur was layered into a bed, providing him with a secure resting place.

Outside, a few loyal goblins stood guard, vigilantly patrolling the area. Their eyes were firm, and each breath they took was cautious.

These goblins were the tribal elites carefully selected by Lorraine. They were also tasked with protecting his safety while he was unconscious.

Although they may not have been handsome, their bravery and loyalty were unquestionable.

Of course, this loyalty was also due to their admiration for Lorraine, combined with the influence of the [Thought Seal], which ensured their absolute allegiance.

As Lorraine slowly regained consciousness, he was surprised to find Freya gently holding him in her arms. Her fingers stroked his cheek tenderly, a sign of unconscious care.

When Freya noticed Lorraine opening his eyes, a hint of joy appeared on her face, but she quickly masked it with a cold demeanor. She puffed out her cheeks and said, trying to sound indifferent, "Humph! I… I don't care about you!"

"I'm just worried that if you die, there will be no one left to keep these goblin scum in check."

Lorraine patted Freya's buttocks as a reward, then slowly sat up. As he glanced at the elite goblins guarding the door, he suddenly noticed something was off.

After observing more closely, Lorraine was astonished by the changes in the goblins.

These goblins were clearly different from the ones he had seen before. They were stronger and more muscular, their height exceeded the average goblin by far, reaching an impressive 1.5 meters.

In goblin society, such height made them stand out.

What was even more striking was that their faces had changed significantly. They were no longer the grotesque faces Lorraine was familiar with. Instead, their features now displayed more human-like traits, giving them a more harmonious appearance that was even somewhat pleasant to look at, almost like simple, honest followers.

Although their skin retained the signature green hue of goblins, and their fangs and pointed ears still marked their race, these changes made them stand out from ordinary goblins.

"Boss Lorraine, you finally woke up!"

"I never thought you would make such a great sacrifice just to name us. We will always be loyal to you and repay your kindness with our entire lives!"

At this moment, a strong goblin with three hairs on his head rushed forward, kneeling in front of Lorraine's bed, tears streaming down his face.

It was only after Lorraine saw the face of the kneeling goblin that he realized these goblins had evolved after being named!

[Individual Name: San]

[Race: Goblin]

[Level: 15 (Level Cap: 20)]

[Skills/Talents: Elementary Archery Mastery, Hunting Expert, Ultimate Lackey, Plastic Talent]

[Life Force: 100]

[Attack Power: 15]

[Magic Value: 0]

[Strike Resistance: 50]

[Magic Resistance: 30]

[Equipment: Goblin Bow, Goblin Dagger, Goblin Armor]

Seeing Gobmao's panel, Lorraine couldn't help but exclaim, "OMG!"

'How did my subordinates' ranks become higher than mine after I named them?!'

At that moment, a system prompt echoed in Lorraine's mind.

[Sorry, host. I forgot to remind you earlier. In this world, naming low-level monsters consumes a lot of magic points. You named San and the other five goblin elites, which increased their levels and caused them to evolve into goblin elites.]

[Since your magic power was only enough to name six goblins, after the naming process was completed, you entered a dormant protection state to restore your magic power. Also, although your level is lower than the evolved goblin elites, your racial rank is much higher than that of ordinary goblins, so you can name goblins that are at a higher level than you.]

After hearing the system's explanation, Lorraine understood.

So naming these goblins consumed his magic points. No wonder his magic had dropped to zero before he fell unconscious.

But this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At least his goal of strengthening his combat forces had been achieved. With the help of six elite goblins, even if the human church had soldiers stationed nearby, they wouldn't be a threat. It would be easy to conquer other goblin tribes.

With this in mind, Lorraine stood up, stepped on San's head, and walked out of the goblin lair, gathering all the goblin warriors.

"Listen up, everyone! Today, we are going to conquer the surrounding goblin tribes and bring them into our fold. Then, we'll march against the human church and capture a large number of women!"

Lorraine stood on San's head and commanded the goblins in his tribe.

Conquering the goblins from other tribes would not only give them more troops but also provide a chance to train their own warriors.

Upon hearing Lorraine's firm and confident command, the goblin warriors quickly formed into an organized group.

Many held intricately crafted shortbows, with quivers slung over their shoulders, while others wielded gleaming iron spears.

There were even goblins armed with sharp daggers and heavy iron axes. Their equipment had undergone significant upgrades, much better than the simple tools they once had.

Excited, the goblins raised their weapons, their faces brimming with enthusiasm.

Under Lorraine's leadership, they marched toward the outskirts of the Shadow Forest with unwavering determination, each step firm and well-coordinated.

Their formation exuded the discipline of a well-trained army, making nearby weaker monsters feel unprecedented pressure and causing them to flee in panic.

Some particularly timid female monsters scurried away, covering their rear as they retreated into the deeper forest.

Soon, Lorraine's goblins encountered another goblin tribe. Upon closer inspection, they noticed a large goblin acting as a bodyguard.

Lorraine ordered his goblins to form battle lines and instructed San to inquire whether the tribe had a leader—just in case they needed a scapegoat.

San eagerly took on the task. He quietly approached the giant goblin leader and began speaking in the unique goblin tongue.

When the big goblin saw that Lorraine was merely a regular goblin who hadn't yet evolved, he became furious.

Believing his tribe should not be commanded by a weaker goblin, he picked up a huge wooden stick and swung it at San.

Luckily, San dodged the attack with his agility and higher level. The tension was palpable as both sides prepared for conflict.

Realizing that peaceful negotiation was no longer viable, Lorraine issued a quick command for his goblins to start shooting arrows to support San.

At the same time, San drew his dagger and, taking advantage of the opening, struck the giant goblin's arm.

Pain surged through the big goblin, and he let out a furious roar. His frustration and anger filled the air as he retaliated.

The goblins behind him were emboldened by his rage, waving their stone axes and spears as they readied to resist the attack.

Seeing the resistance, Lorraine calmly ordered, "Keep up the pressure!"

Lorraine directed his goblins to continue firing arrows. Dozens of arrows rained down on the large goblin and his defenders.

The big goblin and his tribe had never faced such a well-coordinated attack. Unable to counter the relentless barrage of arrows, they were forced to retreat.

The goblin guards who tried to fight back fell one by one, their bodies turning into fertilizer.

The big goblin was pierced by multiple arrows, turning his body into a green pincushion.

Eventually, the big goblin collapsed, blood pouring from his wounds.

When the other goblins saw their leader fall, they dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Lorraine quickly counted and found that 30 goblins had surrendered—an excellent result.

"I'll give you two choices: Join our tribe and become my subordinates, or meet the same fate as your old leader—become a hedgehog and turn into fertilizer."

Lorraine's words were like warm sunshine, dispelling the doubt in their hearts.

After all, goblins were creatures with low intelligence, and if you painted them a promising picture, they would follow you to the ends of the earth.

Upon hearing Lorraine's offer, the 30 goblins exchanged uncertain glances. They had never been in such a situation before.

Seeing their hesitation, Lorraine continued, "Don't worry. Join us, and you'll have endless food."

"I'll give you dignity in this land—dignity earned through your own blood and sweat. We'll make the other races that look down on us pay the price!"

"With us, there will be bread, women, everything!"

Hearing this, the goblins excitedly raised their hands, shouting:

"What? Endless food and women?"

"I'm in! Take me with you, Boss Lorraine!"

"Hehehe! Great! We're joining your tribe and becoming your subordinates, Boss Lorraine!"