The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Chapter 109: Women in a coma

Because in the face of advanced technology, animals are generally useless, and no master will waste time and energy to study this skill.

Alan once tried to control the fierce jackal dragon, but was not very successful.

Although one of them was successfully tamed in the end, the whole process was extremely complicated and tedious, and even had to rely on the mysterious witchcraft power cast by Notis to be realized.

But at this moment, the magical magic that Ansel mastered to calm the beasts seemed to be perfectly integrated with his own Force skills, producing an amazing double effect.

Before long, the agitated wild boar gradually calmed down, and Alan let it fall to the ground.

At this time, the wild boar had stopped running away and was just looking around in confusion.

Although this experiment achieved certain results, Alan knew very well that it was simply a fantasy to want to control a giant beast with such a degree of Force mind control.

Allen: "Wild boars lack sufficient intelligence and thinking ability, so they are relatively easy to tame. But other ferocious and brutal beasts are different."

Hearing this, Ansel slowly squatted down, stretched out a hand and gently stroked the wild boar's broad and strong back and said, "In fact, being able to do this is quite good. It far exceeded my expectations."

Just as everyone was working together to control the wild boar, Corolla suddenly ran towards the other wild boars like a wild horse.

He was agile and swift, and the sharp machete in his hand flashed a cold light in the air, accurately hitting the vital part of one of the wild boars. With a scream, the wild boar fell to the ground and could no longer move.

At this time, Carola's face was full of excitement. She carried the spoils she had just won and walked towards this side with big strides. The wild boar that had been firmly controlled, although it witnessed its companion's tragic death in front of it, did not show the slightest panic or attempt to break free and escape.

Instead, it just let out a few low hums like a wooden chicken, as if it had lost all will to resist.

Alan stared at the scene in front of him, lost in thought.

After a moment, he slowly said, "It seems that if we want to tame those larger and more ferocious monsters, I'm afraid that relying solely on our existing methods is far from enough. Perhaps, we have to rely on Notis's mysterious witchcraft and special medicine to achieve this goal."

Unfortunately, however, this location is located on the edge of the forest, and there are no other larger animals around for them to conduct relevant experiments.

After a brief discussion and research, the three decided to put these issues aside for the time being and return to the camp with the captured wild boar.

The experienced huntswoman knew a lot about how to cook a delicious roast wild boar.

She skillfully peeled the wild boar's skin and roasted each piece of meat carefully. She also cleverly combined the abundant seasonings she had purchased earlier, making the roasted wild boar exude an extremely tempting aroma.

Except for the elves who were not very interested in meat, everyone else ate with relish and enjoyed this sumptuous feast. Everyone was very satisfied and full.

After the meal, Alan began to have in-depth communication with his slaves. The others were already used to it, but Ansel and Annie, the newcomer, were shy and a little embarrassed.

However, Anne was taught a lot of perverted knowledge by Winnie in the carriage today, and she is no longer so restrained in her thinking.

The elf boy thought that he had received Alan's help, but he had no way to repay him. If Alan liked it, then he would just follow his heart today.

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The goblin's lair is eerie and filled with a smell of decay.

After a difficult journey, the goblin team that went to move their belongings finally returned slowly.

The tall Notis stood at the entrance of the nest, followed by several goblin priests who were a little bit good at math. They were busy checking the supplies and women they brought back this time.

It has to be said that this group of goblins was extremely poor. Almost all the equipment of any value was concentrated on the two leaders. As for the other members, there were no treasures worth mentioning left behind.

All that came into view were tattered strips of cloth and rusty swords and shields.

There was no need to examine them too much, just a rough count and then all the items were put into the warehouse.

Notis had no interest in these useless trash at all. In comparison, she was obviously more concerned about the twelve new female slaves who had just arrived.

These poor women were like piglets waiting to be slaughtered, their hands and feet were tightly tied, and they were hung on thick wooden poles. Every two goblins carried a wooden pole with great effort, dragging it forward with difficulty, swaying all the way, as if they might fall at any time.

The hanging female slaves looked dying and seemed to be on the verge of death.

Each of their bodies has suffered countless friction and collisions between branches and the ground during the long migration, and their delicate skin has long been damaged and bleeding.

Not only that, due to the long-term lack of water and food supply, coupled with the indiscriminate bites of mosquitoes, their physical condition has become extremely bad. Many of them have fallen into a deep coma and their lives are in danger.

Notis commanded a group of goblins, carefully lifted up the poor slaves, and slowly walked into the cave.

Then, she warmly called upon the other slaves in the lair to come forward, and they worked together to untie the new sisters and gently wiped their bodies that were covered in dust and scars.

Then, someone brought clean water and carefully fed it into each slave's mouth; others brought food and patiently fed them mouthful by mouthful despite their weakness.

At this time, Notis did not stop. She was concentrating on preparing various precious ointments and mysterious witchcraft, intending to personally bandage and treat the shocking wounds of the injured slaves.

Portuga and Abra, the two once-mighty titled monsters, can only watch helplessly as their former slaves are taken over by Noti without any courtesy. Although they feel helpless, they are powerless.

After all, they knew very well that they were no match for Notis, and if they resisted forcefully, they would probably end up in a tragic end.

They originally thought that this matter had nothing to do with them, but not long after, Notis appeared in front of them again and ordered in a firm tone: "Come in!" The two looked at each other and had to follow her into the cave obediently.

The beautiful and majestic priestess gently opened the eyelids of a woman who was still in a coma, stared at her intently for a moment, then turned to look at the two former leaders, Portuga and Abra, and asked seriously:

"What happened to them? Why have several of them completely lost consciousness?"