Welcome The Birth Of The King: Bone 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 as comfortable and clean as taking 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 droplets 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.

  Of course

  , 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, I can, kill again."

  "Can't kill, human-sama."

  "Please, don't kill again."

  "Can't kill..."

  "Too many goblins have died."

  Big Brother Blimugo 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 calmly.   The eldest brother Blimuguo'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 Blinmuguo's face and the grievance in his eyes disappeared, revealing his wild greed, and   he crawled over quickly with his hands on the ground!   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 took another sip of the broth, "Disguise is just a way of survival."   ......   "Ye Lan Tire".   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, 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 make the whole person look like it has been embedded in the chair.

  Especially since the other person was leaning back on the wooden chair, with his head lowered and his chin stacked up with the fat on his neck, he was dozing off, and a "puff" sound came out of his nose every few times he breathed.

  He looked like a fat pig.

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

  In particular, there is a pure gold, silk-like tie wrapped around the other person's neck, with a ruby ​​that emits a faint red light under the reflection of the sun.

  Such luxurious clothing is enough to show that the identity of this obese man is not simple.

  The people of "E-Rantel" would be extremely surprised if they saw the three people sitting together in front of them.

  Because the three people on the table are the three people with the highest status in the entire city of "E-Rantel".

  The middle-aged man is Buldon Ainzach, the president of the "E-Rantel" Adventurer's Guild.

  The person wearing a magician's robe opposite is Theo Lakhir, the president of the "E-Rantel" magician's guild.

  And the mayor of "E-Rantel" and the nobleman of the kingdom, Panasole Gruzer Del Retinmaia!

  After a brief silence in the room.

  Ainzach, the leader of the Adventurer's Guild, gently put down the silver magic container in his hand and raised his head to look at the mayor who seemed to be sleeping.

  "Your Excellency, Mayor."

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

  The sound of "Pfft" paused.

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