Journey from Overlord

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Unfortunately, this good mood did not last long. Suddenly, Pleia's face turned gloomy.

"Bugs, who allowed you to do that?" The cold voice seemed to come from the extremely cold abyss, making people shudder.

Resisting the urge to use the tenth-order magic of wide-area annihilation, the magician girl with a frosty face used the transfer magic.

The elite goblin priest first knelt down and kowtowed three times to the river in front of him. Then he put his hands together and prayed to his ancestors and the forest.

"May our ancestors bless us to continue our race. Thank you to the forest god for giving us the holy water!"

Then the goblin priest stood up and waved his hand at the goblins behind him.

All the goblins knelt down, kowtowed three times in unison, and then shouted.

"May our ancestors bless us to continue our race. Thank you to the forest god for giving us the holy water!"

"Okay, let's get some water." Nodding, the Goblin Priest took a step aside and cleared the way beside him.

The goblins present were almost all high-level goblins with warrior or other professions. They all rushed up and began to draw river water in wooden containers.

The water in this river is holy water. The priest of the goblin tribe in the forest discovered this secret three days ago.

At that time, a warrior of the tribe was injured by a leopard monster and the bleeding could not be stopped. The magic power of the priest had been used up in the battle, and he did not even have the magic power to release a first-level magic to heal the minor injuries.

Although it was basically determined that the warrior's life was probably over, the priest still used river water to clean his wounds to prevent infection.

At this moment, a miracle happened. Although the wound was severe and penetrated to the bone, the bleeding suddenly stopped.

Suspecting that it was the effect of the river water, the priest took a sip of it.

A miracle really happened, his magic power recovery speed increased.

"Hold on!" He acted decisively, feeding the soldier water and washing his wounds, while also drawing water from the river. In this way, he eventually recovered enough magic power to use magic and rescued the soldier.

In addition, the astute priests also discovered that the plants growing by the river were obviously greener and more lush than those in other places.

The water of this river is holy water. Firmly believing this, the priest began to lead the entire tribe in worshiping the river.

At first, some goblins didn't believe it, but after drinking the river water and experiencing the fact that their bodies became healthier, almost all the goblin warriors were convinced.

Now, the priest arranges powerful warriors in the tribe to perform the ceremony every day, and the holy water they take back will be distributed to the entire tribe.

Goblins are a very weak race, and their tribe is only a medium-sized tribe among the weak races. There are only a few goblin warriors and a priest, and the rest are ordinary goblins.

Such an ethnic group basically faces the crisis of extinction every day. At this time, the discovery of the existence of holy water that can heal minor injuries is simply a gift from God.

"Don't fight, and everyone should not take too much, otherwise the God will be angry!" The goblin priest said loudly, and unfortunately, just as he said, the next moment, something fell.

The goblin priest fell to his knees, not because of piety, but because of the weight. The pressure was beyond his torso's ability to bear, forcing him to prostrate himself on the ground, his bones howling as if they were on the verge of being shattered.

The goblins who were fetching water from the river were thrown out one by one, hit the thick trees, and then rolled to the ground.

In the middle of the stream, a girl with animal ears and wearing a white robe stood there, tapping her toes lightly on the surface of the river.

"If it's a plant, an insect, or an animal like a squirrel, it would be fine." A voice as cold as ice came over, making the goblins feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

"You are intelligent creatures, even though you are about the same size as a grain of sand, or even less intelligent than a grain of sand." The girl walked to the side of the goblin priest and looked down at him coldly.

"Mother is bathing upstream, and you dare to take water from downstream? Damn it, even I haven't drunk it yet!"

"Go to hell." The cold voice made the goblins despair. The strong gravity even made it impossible for them to raise their heads. They could only see the tips of each other's shoes.

The punishment from heaven for stealing the holy water has arrived so soon. Thinking of this, all the goblins died.

Of course, they didn't really die, but rather used their souls to experience death several times.

"How does it feel?" Pleia said calmly. She sat on a huge rock with her legs crossed, and in front of her were a group of kneeling goblins.

Using illusion magic made them experience death several times, and it turned out like this.

Originally, she planned to kill them directly, but Pleia remembered what her mother said.

"If possible, try not to kill, if there is a way to dominate or use it."

These goblins are not without value.

"The price for sparing your lives is that you must swear eternal loyalty to Mother, pay tribute every day, report the situation of the forest, and are prohibited from taking water during this time." Pleia said, "That's all for now, I'll add more later when I think of it."

"Yes, I understand." After experiencing the horrific vision of death, the goblins no longer had any will to resist.

"Just in case, I'll find someone to supervise you." Pleia clapped her hands and started the voice transmission.

After a while, the earth began to tremble.

"Second Miss, I have come here on the orders of the mistress. May I ask what you may do for me?" An extremely strong man knelt down in front of Pleia.

And on his shoulder, there was a slender woman sitting.

Goblin General, a level 57 mid-level mercenary, is a warrior and commander, and is said to have the potential to evolve into the Goblin King.

The Goblin Princess is a level 55 mid-level mercenary, a magician, and is a partner of the Goblin General.

It is said that if her partner's Goblin General evolves into a Goblin King, she will also evolve into a Goblin Queen.

Speaking of the goblins that have reached level 50 and above, their appearances have become less ugly, and their faces even look a little strong. The goblin princess even looks a little cute.

'Is it really okay for a couple with such a big size difference? Can the Goblin Princess really handle it?' Pleia complained in her heart.

"You guys will be in charge of managing these goblins, is that ok?"

"Report to the Second Miss."

Just like that, with all the goblins looking at each other in bewilderment, Pleia disappeared, and the two powerful goblins left behind became the new leaders of their tribe.

"Pleia, you're back." Aya had just come out of the bath, wrapped in a bath towel, and was wiping her wet hair and horns with the towel.

"Yes." Pleia said, trying to imprint this scene in her mind, "Thank you, Mother."

"Eh? Ah, just two goblins, take them if you need them." Aya said.

Compared to creations that only consume magic power, recruited mercenaries can exist permanently. Although they cost gold coins, those few gold coins are nothing to Aya.

It is normal for game coins to depreciate in the later stages of online games. Dozens of gold coins are very important when the server is first launched, but hundreds of millions are nothing in the later stages.

So when Pleia asked her for two mid-level goblins to manage the forest, Aya agreed without hesitation.