I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 131 Eight Warehouses

Seeing the stones raining down again, the slave-catching team, who had been traveling for two days, completely broke down.

The collapse started with the team members.

Many team members collapsed to the ground and began to cry out loud.

Many slaves immediately knelt down.

Those with slightly stronger wills stood frozen in place.

Only Hicko and Camo reacted the fastest.

"Fools! Run!"

Upon hearing his command, the bodyguards quickly grabbed the reins, turned around, and ran away, while the team members and slaves who were stunned in place scattered!

Even if they escape, there will always be someone who is a step too slow.

Ewok, who was not responsible for daily operations and lacked training, was among them.

wow-

"what!"

"Donkey grass—"

"My legs!"

"Well--"

The stones rained down, and the cries turned into wails.

Some horses ran away in pain, while others galloped wildly in fright. Some people lay motionless on the spot, while some lucky ones escaped being hit.

Camo only caught a glimpse of Hick out of the corner of his eye before quickly turning his head to look.

His gaze passed over the wailing and motionless figures and landed on Evork.

Evork's mount had its leg broken and was pinning him down.

He himself was not doing well either; there was a dent in his chest and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Quick...run!"

Camo and Shiko hesitated for a moment, but then they heard voices coming from afar again.

"Lift it higher! Throw it again!"

Evork mustered all his strength: "Run! Go find the Baron!"

Seeing his wide-open eyes, Shiko's eyes reddened.

Snapped!

"Whew!"

Da da da da...

Camo whipped the horse's rump hard, and the horse, in pain, began to gallop wildly.

Remembering the consequences of hesitating during the previous fire, Kamo also turned and fled.

We have no choice but to go find the Baron!

wow-

Just behind them, another sound of stones falling rang out.

"Alright, they've all escaped."

As the glowing dots on the [Leshan Water] map receded into the distance, Li Mosi told the goblins to stop.

Zi Yi turned to the goblins and shouted, "Humans escaped! We won!"

"Phew—I need to rest."

"That's terrifying."

"That's it? You scared me to death!"

The slave-catching team was terrified, and so were the goblins.

As soon as Li Mosi brought them over, she noticed familiar points of light around her.

There were men and horses, cavalry and infantry.

There are still nearly a hundred left.

He quickly led the goblins to the only place with a wall, and managed to set up an ambush.

Just as the goblins caught their breath, Zi Yi gave the order.

"Don't just stand there! Go check on the prisoners!"

This is their first batch of spoils since the battle two days ago!

The goblins also realized what was happening.

"Yeah, right!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

Hundreds of goblins swarmed out of the wooden wall and surrounded the slave-catching team.

"Come on! Monster baby!"

"I'll fight you to the death! Oh dear!"

The surviving slave hunters and slaves tried to fight with their last strength, but unfortunately their physical condition did not allow it.

Besides, they were also stunned to see the humans behind them.

A handsome young man wearing an apron looked like a carpenter who had just come of age.

He was leading a woman whose upper body was bound by vines. She looked to be just over 18, and her hair was even the golden color that was only found among the legendary upper-class nobles!

There was also an extremely tall and strong woman!

Several surviving slaves stared wide-eyed, and one of them, a ragged, gray-haired fellow, called out cautiously, his voice filled with doubt.

"Lady Enlian?"

Zi'an looked at it and frowned.

"Old man, why are you tied up? And why do you have so many injuries?"

She instinctively walked forward, but several slaves moved back.

"Whoa! Don't run away!"

"Aww!"

Several slaves had their buttocks poked.

Seeing this, she stopped in her tracks.

Zi Yi glanced at them and then ordered the goblins to separate the corpses from the living.

Li Mosi quickly finished the statistics.

Of the thirty-eight people present, twenty-nine died, leaving only nine alive.

Of the nine survivors, two were regular employees of the slave-catching team.

However, one suffered multiple comminuted fractures and fell into a coma immediately after issuing a battle cry, while the other suffered a liver rupture and was on his deathbed.

There is no cure.

That means a total of seven survived.

Apart from the two regular employees who were not yet dead, the other seven were all slaves whose hands were bound with rope.

Their clothes were tattered, and the exposed parts of their bodies bore numerous cuts and bruises.

Perhaps because they were at the back of the line, these people were not hit by the stones.

"Search them."

After a quick count, Li Mosi looked at Zi'an.

"Zi'an, is this someone you know?"

Zi'an pointed to the slave with gray hair.

"I call this guy 'Old Man.' He always talks about what he's seen and what he's seen, and he often talks about things from the past. I don't understand him, but it's quite funny to listen to."

Li Moss looked at the few surviving slaves.

These slaves were all older, at least twenty years old or above.

Given their wrinkled, weary faces, Li Mosi wasn't quite sure of their exact ages.

They all kept their mouths shut and lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other.

Li Moss asked, "Don't you have names?"

The old man raised his head, blinked, looked at Zi'an, then at Li Mosi, and mustered up his courage to speak.

"After we were arrested, we were not allowed to have names, and after several years, we can hardly remember them anymore."

This is different from the first batch of young prisoners captured by Li Moss.

He then asked, "Why are your hands tied? What happened to the slave-catching team? If you can tell me, I will give you a reward."

Despite his words, most of the slaves kept their heads down.

After a brief silence, the old man spoke again.

"After our defeat two days ago, we tried to escape, but they caught up with us. These are our punishments. We've lived free lives before, and we really don't want to be slaves like this forever! My two sons were sold! My daughter and wife... too..."

As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer, and he lowered his head.

"Wow! Chief! Something strange made of iron!"

"Let me see?"

Zi Yi took a strangely shaped iron rod from the goblin's hand.

One end of the iron rod is a flat piece, and a row of protrusions of varying heights are visible on the side.

can't read.

He turned and handed it to Li Mosi.

"Master, there is a strange iron rod here."

"Let me see."

Li Mosi looked at the prisoners and casually took them from them.

The prisoners immediately raised their heads.

Goblins can actually speak human language!

They couldn't understand the scene before them at all!

"key?"

Li Mosi frowned.

The key was as long as his palm and had a very rugged appearance.

The saintess frowned as well: "What do they have that they need a key to keep safe?"

This is something that nobles generally don't need!

Zi'an couldn't understand, so she looked up and called out to the old man.

"Old man, what's this key? What's it for?"

The old man raised his head, suppressing his grief.

"This is the key to the warehouse. It's usually held by the second leader, Evork. It can open all the warehouse doors."

"All warehouses?"

Li Mosi captured the key words.

How many warehouses do you have?

The old man thought for a moment and said, "There are eight."

"Wow!" Ziyi exclaimed in surprise, "There are so many!"

"Otherwise, why would people say that slave hunting is the most profitable business?"

Li Mosi waved to the slaves.

"Take me to see this place. Winter's almost here, so you might as well come along with me."

Although his wording was not mandatory, the slaves knew they had no choice.

They hesitated and looked at the goblin.

"Why are you looking at us?"

Zi Yi was stunned for a moment, then understood.

"Don't worry, we don't eat people. We're here to find food for the winter. If we really wanted to eat people, we have enough to eat all those acquaintances who died in the fire."

His words made the slaves look uncomfortable.

But thinking about it carefully, it really is true.

The slaves glanced at Zi'an.

The old man nodded: "We trust you. Sir, please let me lead the way."