Chapter 23 The war is coming
half a month later.

The outer goblin tribes have been wiped out, and the remaining goblins have all fled deep into the plains.

After half a month of bloody battles, the warriors of the Night Tribe have made obvious progress compared to before.

This progress was not reflected in their extraordinary strength. Half a month was not enough for them to have a major breakthrough in strength, but it could enable them to coordinate better on the battlefield.

Faced with the goblin army that is coming like a tide, each warrior has to deal with three to four enemies.

Even though they were individually stronger, under the intentional suppression of night battles, they had to learn to coordinate with their companions and resist the enemy, otherwise they would not be able to face the crazy goblin army at all.

If before, you could only slap people with brute force using your open palm, now you can use a clenched fist to hit people with more concentrated force.

"Concentrate our forces and march deep into the plains." Seeing that the soldiers had been trained almost completely and the enemies on the periphery had all fled, they decided not to continue the night battle and instead gathered their main forces and marched deep into the plains.

Meanwhile, deep in the plain.

There grows a giant blood-red vine here. The vine is long and thick, and the extended vines alone are as big as trees. It is simply a super monster.

The vine grew next to a huge rock. The blood-red vines intertwined together, wrapping the rock tightly. Around the blood-red vine, a large group of goblins gathered. Unlike the goblins on the periphery, their skin color was reddish and their bodies were more robust. If it were not for the distinctive racial characteristics, no one would have thought that they were goblins.

"Those humans are too cruel. All the tribes on the periphery have been wiped out. Do we still want to continue watching?" A thin and slightly old goblin asked, looking at several tribal leaders in front of him.

"Just a bunch of trash, just die. With the Fruit of Life, they will be reborn soon." The tall, fully armored, and terrifying blood-red goblin leader said disdainfully, not taking his dead compatriots seriously at all.

This is indeed the case. Goblins have a low level of racial identity, not to mention that the blood-red goblins that have "evolved" into their current appearance are already fundamentally different from the green-skinned goblins.

When they are outside, they have to unite to resist the invasion of foreign enemies because of their individual military strength problems.

So in this land where there are no external enemies and only goblins, their own kind are their biggest enemies.

Goblins feed on the fruits of blood-red vines. The more vines there are, the stronger the nearby tribe will be.

However, the blood-red vine needs nutrients to grow, and these nutrients are the blood and corpses of other goblins.

A war would take place here every few years, a war among the goblins themselves. The losers would become nutrients for the growth of vines, while the winners would go to the vicinity of the mother vine and become blood-red goblins.

"Are we just going to let them keep killing us like this? More and more of our tribesmen are escaping from outside, and the food we have here may not be enough for them." An old goblin priest said worriedly.

"Although the number of humans is small, their strength is not weak. Even if we want to deal with them, it is not that easy."

"That's why I gathered you together to discuss how to deal with them. Are we going to just watch them weaken our strength and then annihilate us one by one?"

"That sounds nice, but it's because they are about to attack your "Kara" tribe. If those humans attack here, your "Kara" tribe will be the first to be destroyed."

"Do you think you can survive if our Kara tribe is gone? Don't dream. If we gather together now, we still have a chance to defeat them. If we delay any further and our tribe becomes smaller and smaller, then we will really have no way out."

The skinny goblin slapped the table and stood up. "I know you are all afraid of losing your people. As long as you are willing to send troops, our Kara tribe is willing to take the lead and fight to the death with the human army." Hearing this, the leaders of several tribes smiled and expressed their opinions one after another.

"After killing so many of our people, we really can't stand this any longer."

"I have always heard from my ancestors that the human race is very powerful. I want to try and see how powerful they are."

"We, the Mos tribe, are willing to send 30,000 troops and 3,000 of our own people to join the coalition forces."

"The Has tribe is willing to send 10,000 soldiers, 2,000 of its own people, and 100 "big fools" to join the battle."

The people of this tribe are the Blood Red Goblins. Due to the frequent use of Blood Red Fruits, the blood of some goblins has undergone some changes, thus giving rise to another kind of goblin, the Blood Red Goblin.

Compared with ordinary goblins, blood-red goblins have a shorter growth cycle and stronger innate physique, comparable to humans. It is no exaggeration to say that they are extraordinary warriors per capita.

But precisely because of this, these tribal leaders also attach great importance to their own people.

After all, the ordinary goblins are gone, so they can find a group of new ones from the outside. Some goblins are willing to serve them, but the blood-red goblins are not the same. As the backbone of the tribe, once their number is too small, the tribe can be declared disbanded.

The human race must be dealt with, but the casualties among the tribe’s own people cannot be too heavy. This is the bottom line of all tribes.

They can unite to fight against foreign enemies, but if they lose too many of their own people, then even if they defeat the foreign enemies, it will be meaningless, because other tribes will not miss the opportunity to annex them.

Therefore, after the Kara tribe expressed its willingness to serve as the vanguard, all the tribes voiced their support and sent soldiers to help.

Soon, a goblin army of nearly 200,000 was assembled.

Looking at the army in front of them, all the goblin leaders were full of confidence. It was the first time they had seen an army of such scale. At this moment, they deeply understood the saying: unity is strength.

Maybe they cannot defeat humans alone, but if they unite, no matter how powerful humans are, they will be overwhelmed by them.

Several leaders of large tribes led a huge army of goblins and headed straight for the Night Tribe camp on the outskirts.

Two hundred thousand versus thirty thousand, they really couldn't find any reason to lose.

There were nearly 200,000 goblins on the march, and the goblins had no intention of keeping a low profile. They even kept calling on other goblins to join along the way.

In this way, his whereabouts could not be concealed, and Ye Zhan soon learned the news.

"Interesting. You want a direct duel? Come on, let them see the bravery of the Night Tribe warriors."

Ye Zhan smiled coldly, and then asked the soldiers to prepare for a tough battle.

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(End of this chapter)