《Goblin Total War: A Mount & Slaughter System Odyssey*》 1. The Forest of Monsters The Forest of Monsters In a goblin tribe that resembled a garbage dump, hundreds of ugly, half-sized goblins gathered in a circle, their greedy eyes fixed on a freshly caught wild boar in the center. Their stomachs growled with hunger, but none dared to rush forward¡ªbecause standing beside the boar was the towering figure of their chieftain. This goblin chieftain was nearly as tall as a human, a veritable giant compared to his one-meter-tall kin. Not only was he tall, but he was also grotesquely obese, his belly swollen with fat¡ªa prime candidate for high blood pressure, cholesterol, and diabetes. "Burp!" After tearing into the boar and devouring half of it, the chieftain let out a satisfied belch, wobbled to the tribe¡¯s only structure¡ªa shabby thatched hut¡ªand collapsed inside. The moment his thunderous snoring began, it was like a dinner bell ringing. Without their leader¡¯s oppressive presence, the starving goblins lunged at the remaining half of the boar, ripping it apart in a frenzy. Soon, nothing was left but a bare skeleton. The goblins, now full, scattered and sprawled wherever they pleased, embodying the philosophy of "eat today, worry about tomorrow later." Only when the adults were asleep did the goblin infants crawl out from their hiding spots, desperately licking the mud-stained traces of blood left behind. "This is bullshit. I need to find a way out!" One particular goblin infant watched his kin gnawing at dirt and felt a surge of frustration. His name was Li Qinwu¡ªa transmigrator from Earth. A week ago, he had been an avid Mount & Blade player, on the verge of conquering the game¡¯s world, when he suddenly dropped dead from exhaustion¡­ only to wake up in this fantasy world as a goblin. At first, Li Qinwu was in denial. His despair only deepened when he realized the adult goblins treated their young like trash, abandoning them in the weeds without a second thought. In this untamed wilderness, survival was hard enough for a grown man¡ªlet alone a defenseless goblin infant. Just as he was about to give up and hope for a quick death, the very Mount & Blade system that had killed him appeared in this world¡ªalong with three free attribute points. Li Qinwu immediately dumped all three into **Vigor**, a stat that boosted his proficiency with one-handed, two-handed, and polearm weapons¡ªand, as the name implied, his overall vitality. This allowed him to survive the most vulnerable stage of goblin infancy. For days, he hid in the undergrowth, surviving on nothing but grass. He observed the tribe closely and noticed something disturbing: while the adults occasionally brought back prey, not a single scrap was spared for the infants. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Even worse¡ªthere were no female goblins in the tribe. "Then where the hell did I come from?" His question was answered when he saw the hunting party return with live female animals. The implications horrified him. But the real nightmare came when, one day, the hunters returned empty-handed¡ªand turned on their own kind. The weakest goblin infants were the first to be eaten. That was when Li Qinwu understood: Goblins were monsters without kinship or loyalty. If he wanted to live, he could rely on no one but himself. Now, on his 14th day in this world, Li Qinwu had grown rapidly¡ªgoblin maturation was frighteningly fast. He could finally stand and walk. Staring at the boar¡¯s skeleton, he picked up a rock and methodically smashed the tusks free. "If I sharpen these, I can make four daggers. And if I find a good branch¡­ maybe even a spear." His stomach growled violently, a sharp pang of hunger twisting his gut. "Damn it! I¡¯m starving!" Goblins burned through energy at an alarming rate, and grass alone wasn¡¯t cutting it. "Eat first, then make weapons. After that¡­ maybe I can hunt something." Just as he was about to leave, his eyes locked onto the boar¡¯s intact leg bone. "Marrow. There¡¯s still marrow inside!" He smashed the joint with a rock, freeing the leg bone, and dragged it into the forest. None of the adult goblins cared¡ªbones were inedible, after all. But a few starving infants had been watching. And where there was food, they would follow. Unaware of his pursuers, Li Qinwu only wanted to get far enough away to build a fire. The tribe ate everything raw, and he feared drawing attention if they saw him cooking. Plus, if they realized bones held edible marrow, he¡¯d lose his only chance. The leg bone was too tough to crack open by force¡ªhe needed fire to weaken it first. Exhausted and dizzy from low blood sugar, he finally reached a secluded valley. The wind carried the scent away from the tribe, reducing the risk of discovery. Collapsing to the ground, he forced himself to chew more grass, fighting off the lightheadedness. "Hold on, Li Qinwu. Roasted marrow is coming!" Gathering dry branches, he built a small fire pit. Using stolen rope, he crafted a simple bow drill¡ªa trick he¡¯d learned from survival shows. As he worked, a notification flashed in his mind: [+1 Smithing XP] "Huh? Smithing?" Opening his Mount & Blade skill panel, he saw his Smithing skill had increased from 0 to 1. "Just making a bow drill gives XP?" In the game, smithing required using a town¡¯s forge to craft weapons. But here, the system had adapted. His skill tree now included options like Mithril Alloy Crafting and Weapon Enchantment¡ªfeatures absent in the original game. A spark of excitement ignited in him. "If smithing works¡­ does that mean troop recruitment does too?" In Mount & Blade, players could recruit soldiers from villages and towns. If he could figure out how to do that here, he might actually stand a chance in this world. "Heh¡­ from today onward, I swear¡ªno more grass! Meat, every damn meal!"* With a crazed grin, he lit the fire and placed the leg bone over the flames. Soon, the scent of roasting marrow filled the air, making his stomach clench painfully. The primal urge to devour it nearly overwhelmed him, but he forced himself to wait. Instead, he picked up the four boar tusks and began grinding them against a rock, shaping crude blades. He then split the end of a sturdy branch, wedged a tusk inside, and bound it tightly with rope. [+1 Smithing XP] [Crude Spear Crafted] He hefted the flimsy weapon. It was better than nothing, but leveling smithing would take forever at this rate. The first perk required **25 XP**¡ªhow many spears would he have to make? Returning to the fire, he pulled out the now-brittle leg bone and smashed it against a rock. It split open, revealing rich, fatty marrow. Li Qinwu¡¯s eyes turned bloodshot. "I! AM! A CARNIVORE!" He dove in, slurping up the life-saving nutrients. After two weeks of grass, the taste of animal fat was euphoric. Just as he reached for the second half of the bone¡ª Crack. A twig snapped. Li Qinwu¡¯s head snapped up. Eight half-grown goblins emerged from the bushes, their green eyes gleaming with hunger¡ªfixed directly on the marrow in his hands. 2.Conflict Hey, Grass-Eater! What¡¯s that in your hand? Smells damn good¡ªgimme it!" The speaker was the largest of the goblin whelps, standing at 0.8 meters tall¡ªnearly an adult by goblin standards, and the strongest of the bunch. Li Qinwu¡¯s grip tightened around his crude spear as he took a subtle step back. Eight goblin whelps surrounded him. Though they were juveniles, Li Qinwu¡ªarmed only with a simple spear¡ªwasn¡¯t much stronger. The odds weren¡¯t in his favor. As for the nickname Grass-Eater? It stuck after they¡¯d caught him gnawing on weeds to survive. Goblins named things plainly: there were Dirt-Gulpers, Shit-Munchers, Gob-Brawny, Gob-Scrawny¡­ Li Qinwu retreated another step; the whelps advanced. Their greedy stares told him fleeing was impossible. Yet surrendering the roasted pig femur in his hand meant returning to a life of chewing grass¡ªno. His mind raced, and resolve hardened. "Fine. Have it." He forced a grin and tossed the bone onto the ground between them. "We¡¯re kin, right? Should share the good stuff!" The femur cracked against the dirt, leaking traces of seared marrow. The scent of charred fat and protein vaporized the goblins¡¯ sanity. They lunged in a frenzy¡ª Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Now! Li Qinwu struck. A stone hurled from his left hand smashed into one whelp¡¯s skull, dropping it with a shriek. His spear thrust forward, piercing another¡¯s gut. "Aaaagh¡ª!" The imp collapsed, writhing. He yanked the spear free and stabbed a third. Only then did the pack notice. They scrambled back, but Li Qinwu kicked one stumbling laggard flat, driving his spear through its spine. A final screech¡ªhe didn¡¯t wait to confirm the kill, backpedaling to regain distance. Dizziness washed over him. Had he not gulped half the marrow earlier, he¡¯d have collapsed. Four foes remained. Even with a spear, getting surrounded meant death. He steadied his breath, eyes locked on the survivors. Fear flickered in their gaze¡ªhalf their pack butchered in seconds. Yet the marrow¡¯s aroma overpowered their instinct to flee. Hunger trumped survival. Clutching rocks and sticks, the four edged toward the femur again, watching Li Qinwu warily. His frown deepened. Risking death over a bone? Maybe retreat¡ª Ding. Ding. Ding. Three system chimes rang in his ears: [You killed a Goblin Whelp. EXP +1.] [You killed a Goblin Whelp. EXP +1.] [You killed a Goblin Whelp. EXP +1.] Li Qinwu blinked. With a thought, he summoned his Mount & Blade II-style interface: --- Name: Li Qinwu Race: Goblin (Whelp) Title:Grass-Eater ¨C Surviving on weeds earned you notoriety. Effect:Your stomach can extract trace nutrients from grass, but it¡¯s a mark of shame. -10 Charm vs. Goblins. Level: 0 EXP: 3/7 Magic: 0 Affinity: Dark Deity: Primordial Goblin Pantheon Attributes: - Vigor 3 (1H: 0 | 2H: 0 | Polearm: 2) - Control 0 (Bow: 0 | Crossbow: 0 | Throwing: 1) - Endurance 0 (Riding: 0 | Athletics: 18 | Smithing: 2) - Cunning 0 (Scouting: 11 | Tactics: 0 | Rogue: 0) - Social 0 (Charm: 0 | Leadership: 0 | Trade: 0 | Prayer: 0) - Intellect 0 (Stewardship: 0 | Medicine: 0 | Engineering: 0 | Magic: 0) Unspent: 0 Attribute Points | 0 Skill Points --- Three kills. Three EXP. Four more whelps equaled a level-up¡ªand with it, stat points to grow stronger. Vigor meant raw power; Polearm skill would unlock deadly techniques. His gaze locked onto the remaining four. A cruel smile twisted his lips. This world¡¯s brutal. I¡¯ll claw strength from any chance. Four foes. Four points. They¡¯d chosen death the moment they eyed his bone. 3.Serve the glorious resurgence of the Goblin race!" "My dear goblin brethren! Must we fight to the death? Let¡¯s make peace¡ªwe¡¯re all pups from the same litter!" Li Qinwu circled cautiously, spear raised, taunting them even as he adjusted his stance. Goblins were low-tier monsters, but their intelligence wasn¡¯t negligible. Seeing his poised spear, they recognized his aggression and closed in with their own weapons. The tallest whelp, their de facto leader, bellowed: "Kill him! We split the meat!" He clutched a rock in one hand and a stick in the other¡ªmimicking Li Qinwu¡¯s tactics. Goblins learned fast. But beasts are still beasts. None could match the cunning of a human soul. Li Qinwu suddenly pointed behind them, eyes wide with feigned terror: "Ch-Chief! You¡¯re here?!" The word "Chief" sent ice down their spines. The goblin chief¡ªa hulking, gluttonous nightmare¡ªdevoured underperforming hunters. To these whelps, he was both ruler and looming dinner. The leader whirled around. "Wha¡ª? There¡¯s no one¡ªOh shit." His innate slyness screamed trap, but too late. Li Qinwu¡¯s spear rammed into his gut. "GYAAAAAH!" Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. The whelp crumpled, shrieking, snot and tears streaming as he clutched the embedded spear. Li Qinwu yanked¡ªno give. The dying goblin¡¯s grip was iron. Rocks pelted Li Qinwu¡¯s back as the others realized the ruse. Bruises bloomed, but he snarled: "Fuck this!" Instead of retrieving the spear, he shoved it deeper, twisting. "GLRK¡ª!" The goblin spasmed, pinned to the dirt. A final wrench¡ªschlik¡ªthe spear tore free, its tip gone. Just a splintered stick remained. "¡­Well, *shit." The three survivors hesitated. Li Qinwu backpedaled, switching tactics: "Family! Must we spill more blood? Look¡ªplenty of ¡®food¡¯ already lies here!" Two goblins paused. Logical. But the third, frothing with rage, charged¡ª "DIE, GRASS-EATER!" Li Qinwu¡¯s foot kicked dirt into the attacker¡¯s eyes. "AGH¡ª!" A downward swing of his stick¡ªCRACK¡ªthe goblin¡¯s skull dented as it toppled like a felled tree. [Goblin Whelp slain. EXP +1.] The effort drained him. Vision swimming, he collapsed. This is it, he thought, awaiting the coup de grace¡­ ¡­Yet nothing came. After ten minutes, he stirred. The last two had *fled. "Pathetic." Li Qinwu spat. Had they attacked together, he¡¯d be dead. But goblins were cowardly, disorganized¡ªeasy prey. Yet danger remained. "If they tell the tribe I can make fire¡­" The chief wouldn¡¯t recruit him¡ªhe¡¯d eat him, believing devouring smart flesh granted wisdom. Gulping marrow from the femur, he grabbed a spare boar tusk and stalked their trail. Starvation would cripple them soon enough. Sure enough, 500 meters away, two goblins twitched in hypoglycemic stupors. A quick stab each¡ª [EXP +3. Level Up!] [Lv. 0 ¡ú 1. Attribute Point +1. Skill Point +1.] He dumped the point into Vigor (3¡ú4). Instantly, strength surged¡ªhis dizziness faded, his frame thickened, his height inched to 0.9m. Adult goblin-tier now. For his Skill Point, he bypassed Polearms (his broken spear¡¯s category) and chose Athletics (Run Speed). Survival first. Returning to the battlefield, he bound the sole survivor¡ªthe one knocked out by his initial rock. [Victory!] - Kills: 7 | Captives: 1 - Loot: Grain x2, Goblin Ears x3, Rock x1 - Denars: 23 The grain (10kg total) thrilled him¡ªa month¡¯s rations! Storage worked like the game: items took one slot regardless of size (6/30 capacity). Next, Recruitment. His Party Screen (1/20) allowed troops. In Mount & Blade, even peasants charged knights fearlessly. He needed bodies¡ªfast. Villages recruited with Denars, but prisoners offered another option. Li Qinwu smirked at his captive, delivering a sharp slap to wake it. The whelp blinked dizzily as Li Qinwu cupped its pustuled chin, gazing into its jaundiced eyes with theatrical warmth: "Oh, dearest kin¡­ Join my warband. Together, we¡¯ll herald the Grand Goblin Renaissance!" 4.Recruit Soldiers "Join me..." "Aaaah!!" "Become my..." "Aaaah!!" "Soldier..." "Aaaah!!" Li Qinwu''s face darkened. This idiot was completely unresponsive, just screaming nonsense. "SHUT UP!!" His roar instantly silenced the goblin. Satisfied, he was about to lay out his recruitment terms when the whelp started wailing even louder. "Goddammit!" The noise was unbearable. Enraged, Li Qinwu unleashed a flurry of slaps¡ªWHAP! WHAP! WHAP!¡ªuntil the goblin collapsed, dazed. Grabbing its throat, Li Qinwu glared into its yellow eyes. "From today, I''m your boss! You obey me, or I''ll slap you to death! Understood?!" The goblin nodded frantically, pure terror in its eyes. Li Qinwu released it and checked the ?Prisoner Management screen. The recruit option still wasn¡¯t available. "What the hell? He surrendered! Why can¡¯t I recruit him?" In Mount & Blade II, prisoners could be recruited over time¡ªespecially low-tier ones like this Level 0 whelp. It should¡¯ve been instant. "Not enough pressure, huh?" The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Li Qinwu grinned darkly. Time for ?advanced persuasion tactics. "FIRE DRAGON FRUIT COMBO!" He punched the goblin square in the face, sending it sprawling with a bloody nose. "WAR STOMP!" A jump-kick to the chest knocked the wind out of it. "HEARTBREAKER KICK!" A final stomp to the gut made it vomit bile. "O-Okay! Boss! You¡¯re my boss now!" Li Qinwu checked the menu again. ?Still no recruit option. "Still playing games with me?" He spotted a flicker of cunning in the goblin¡¯s eyes. "Oh, you little shit!" Rope in hand, Li Qinwu looped it around the goblin¡¯s neck and tossed the other end over a tree branch. "Let¡¯s go kite-flying!" He yanked hard. The goblin¡¯s feet left the ground, choking as it clawed at the noose. Its face turned purple, legs kicking wildly. After ?30 seconds of aerial acrobatics, Li Qinwu dropped it and performed makeshift CPR. "Submit, or we go again!" The goblin scrambled back, eyes wide with ?pure, unconditional fear. "I¡¯m your boss now. Disobey, and it¡¯s Fire Dragon Fruit for breakfast every day!" This time, the ?Recruit option finally appeared. [Recruit Goblin Whelp: Cost - 5 Denars] [Remaining Denars: 18] [Daily Upkeep: 1 Denar] "Shit, running low on funds." In Mount & Blade, unpaid troops would desert once morale dropped too low. His current morale was ?60¡ªbarely acceptable. More food variety would help. Untying the goblin, Li Qinwu tested his control. "Sit." It sat. "Roll." It rolled. "Slap yourself." Two loud ?SMACKS echoed. "Build a fusion reactor." The goblin stared blankly. "Ah. Only follows orders it understands." Still, this was ?better than expected¡ªa fanatically loyal soldier for just ?5 Denars. With ?18 slots left, he could build a small suicide squad. Handing the goblin a boar tusk, Li Qinwu demonstrated spear-making:
  1. Carve a straight wooden shaft.
  2. Bind the tusk with tree resin.
  3. Fire-harden the joint.
The goblin¡ªnow dubbed ?**"Spear-Gob"**¡ªmimicked perfectly, producing a serviceable weapon. "Huh. Maybe goblins aren¡¯t just cannon fodder." Legends said goblin tribes evolved ?scarily fast¡ªstarting with sticks, then stone tools, eventually forging iron and even magic weapons if left unchecked. Li Qinwu watched Spear-Gob proudly brandish its spear. "This species... might be more dangerous than I thought." 5.Craft a Fish Trap "It''s still early. Going back to the tribe just means eating grass¡ªno thanks." Li Qinwu had no intention of returning yet. Instead, he decided to ?farm some resources first. He motioned for Spear-Gob to follow as he headed north¡ªif his memory served him right, there was a river in that direction. During his ?forced herbivore phase, he¡¯d observed the tribe¡¯s hunting patterns. Groups returning from the north often carried fish, so he¡¯d deduced a river must lie that way. ?Fishing was easier than hunting. His guess proved correct. After trekking ?7-8 kilometers, they reached a ?massive river¡ªso wide he could barely see the opposite bank. "Holy isekai..." His awe turned to terror when a ?colossal fish, easily ?over 100 meters long, breached the surface like a living torpedo, sending a geyser of water skyward. "NOPE." Li Qinwu immediately retreated, dragging Spear-Gob with him. That thing could ?snack on them like sunflower seeds. They followed the riverbank until they found a ?small tributary, its crystal-clear waters teeming with fish. Spear-Gob whooped and ?dove in bare-handed, flailing uselessly before emerging empty-handed¡ªand slightly less stinky. Spotting a snail crawling nearby, he ?popped it into his mouth. "SPIT IT OUT!" If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Li Qinwu ?slapped him spinning, then throttled him. ?**"That¡¯s parasite city! You wanna die screaming like the others?!"** Spear-Gob rubbed his swollen cheek, bewildered. "Gather straight sticks and vines. Lots of them." Spear-Gob obeyed, returning with an armful. "Watch and learn." Li Qinwu wove the materials into a ?crude fish trap, which Spear-Gob replicated perfectly after one demonstration. "Damn, goblins learn fast." Baiting the traps with crushed snail meat, they cast them into the stream and waited. Their stomachs growled loudly. Taking pity, Li Qinwu summoned a handful of ?unhusked wheat from his inventory. Spear-Gob gagged at the bland, gritty texture but ?choked it down under threat of violence. Three handfuls later, his hunger pangs faded. Meanwhile, Li Qinwu¡¯s ?Smithing skill (now 8/25) inched closer to its first perk. Returning to the traps, they hauled up the first two¡ªtwo fat fish and several fingerlings! Spear-Gob nearly bit into one raw before remembering the ?no-eating-without-permission rule. "Good. The system-enforced obedience works." While Spear-Gob gathered firewood, Li Qinwu used his ?bow-drill to start a fire. They cleaned the fish with boar-tusk knives, skewered them, and roasted them over the flames. The aroma made Spear-Gob drool, but Li Qinwu stored ?both fish (5kg total) in his inventory, boosting ?party morale to 61. "More food = happier soldiers." He tossed Spear-Gob the tusk knife. ?**"Clean the small ones. Half are yours."** Spear-Gob cheered and got to work. Rebaiting the traps with ?fish guts (a stronger lure), they hit the jackpot¡ªa fish every 10 minutes! Li Qinwu¡¯s inventory swelled (20/40), thanks to Spear-Gob increasing the ?carry capacity by 10. But their ?success attracted unwanted attention. SPLASH! A ?3-meter horned crocodilian erupted from the water, snapping a trap in half with bone-crushing jaws. Dozens more surfaced, their ?red eyes locking onto the duo. [Enemy Detected: Horned River Caimans] Li Qinwu¡¯s spear suddenly felt ?very inadequate. "RUN!" Grabbing the petrified Spear-Gob, he ?bolted for the trees as the caimans gave chase. "So much for a peaceful fishing trip..." 6.food poisoning
The fishy smell attracted four monster crocodiles, which quickly devoured the fish traps in the river like snacks. Then, their crimson eyes turned toward the two goblins on the shore, and they began to twist their bulky bodies onto land. At this moment, Goblin Spear was frozen in fear. Li Qinwu dragged his limp body with great effort to a safe spot. Seeing that the goblin still hadn¡¯t snapped out of it, Li Qinwu slapped him twice. ¡°Damn it! If you don¡¯t run now, you¡¯ll be fish food!¡± Only then did Goblin Spear regain his senses. He took one look at the monster crocodiles crawling ashore and let out a terrified shriek before bolting madly into the forest. He didn¡¯t stop until he was hundreds of meters away, far enough that the river was no longer visible. Goblin Spear gasped for breath, but then he realized Li Qinwu hadn¡¯t followed him. Normally, he would have just run off on his own, but because he was now Li Qinwu¡¯s soldier, he instinctively worried about his leader¡¯s safety. Against the selfish instincts of a goblin, he turned back to look for Li Qinwu. When he finally found him, the sight left Goblin Spear utterly stunned. Li Qinwu was standing about ten meters in front of the monster crocodiles. Every time the crocodiles crawled forward a meter, Li Qinwu would retreat a meter. He was leading them around! ¡°B-Boss!¡± Goblin Spear wanted to tell Li Qinwu to run, but Li Qinwu just waved him off, signaling him not to interfere. Earlier, Li Qinwu had noticed that these creatures¡ªcalled Horned Crocodiles in the Mount & Blade system¡ªwere incredibly slow. The thick, armored skin on their backs weighed them down, and their stubby legs provided little propulsion. On land, they could only wriggle forward like worms. Li Qinwu wanted to test how far these Horned Crocodiles would chase him on land, so he kept luring them. The system marked them as enemy units, meaning killing them would grant him experience¡ªand judging by their size, the rewards would be substantial! The four Horned Crocodiles wriggled after Li Qinwu, who calmly retreated. After dragging them about a hundred meters from the riverbank, the crocodiles lost patience and turned back toward the water. ¡°A hundred meters is their limit, huh?¡± Li Qinwu noted this information, planning to figure out how to exploit it later. ¡°Let¡¯s go back.¡± He called out to Goblin Spear and prepared to return to the goblin tribe. Today¡¯s gains were enough, and there was no need to linger. If night fell while they were still in the forest, they might encounter dangerous nocturnal monsters. ¡°W-Wait for me, boss!¡± Goblin Spear hurried after him, his legs still weak from the terrifying sight of Li Qinwu toying with the Horned Crocodiles. His respect for his leader had grown even deeper. Instead of heading straight back, Li Qinwu detoured to a safe, small stream where the two of them thoroughly washed themselves. He crushed some grass with a rock and rubbed the juice on their bodies to mask the fishy smell. Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. Under the rule of the fat, lazy goblin chieftain, the tribe didn¡¯t engage in any productive activities¡ªnot even hunting unless they were starving. This lifestyle kept the goblins perpetually hungry. If two goblin youngsters returned reeking of fish, what kind of treatment would they face? The answer was obvious. Once they confirmed neither of them smelled like fish anymore, they began their return. Near the goblin settlement, Li Qinwu hid their spears in a bush, then the two of them crawled through the grass to sneak back in. The moment they entered, Li Qinwu sensed something was wrong. Dozens of goblins were rolling on the ground, clutching their stomachs and howling in pain. Some were already foaming at the mouth¡ªclearly on their way to the afterlife. ¡°Are they¡­ poisoned?¡± The symptoms looked like poisoning, but he needed confirmation. He spotted a goblin youngster idly watching the chaos and poked him from behind. ¡°Hey, what¡¯s going on? Did they eat mushrooms or something?¡± The goblin flinched, then bared his teeth at Li Qinwu, growling like a wild animal. Li Qinwu responded with three sharp slaps, instantly clearing the fog in the goblin¡¯s eyes. With newfound sincerity, the goblin answered, ¡°The hunting party found some red berries outside and brought them back. A lot of us ate them, and then this happened!¡± Definitely poisoning, Li Qinwu thought. And judging by the number of goblins sprawled out, those berries must be highly toxic. This could be useful. He needed to find out where the berries came from. When he asked, the goblin youngster said he didn¡¯t know¡ªonly the hunting party did. But the hunters had all eaten the berries and were now lying half-dead. Li Qinwu decided to question one of the surviving hunters. Before leaving, he grinned and placed a hand on the goblin¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Kid, I can tell you¡¯ve got potential. Join my squad, call me boss, and I¡¯ll make sure you never go hungry.¡± The goblin blinked, confused. Li Qinwu realized his goblin dialect might be too complex, so he simplified it: ¡°Call me boss. I¡¯ll feed you.¡± Ding! Spend 5 denars to recruit Goblin Youngster ¡Á1? ¡°Damn, that was fast.¡± Li Qinwu confirmed, and now he had two followers. ¡°Your name is Cannon Fodder. Remember it, or you¡¯ll get slapped until you do. Now, follow me.¡± With his two minions in tow, Li Qinwu approached a writhing adult goblin¡ªone who was still howling with enough vigor to suggest he hadn¡¯t eaten too many berries. Li Qinwu grabbed the goblin¡¯s shoulders while the other two lifted his legs, and together they dragged him into the tall grass. The other goblins paid no attention. To them, these three youngsters were just desperate enough to eat a poisoned comrade. (Some had already tried¡ªeating a poisoned goblin also made you sick¡ªbut no one bothered to warn them. They just waited for the show.) Once hidden, Li Qinwu asked, ¡°Where did you find those red poison berries?¡± ¡°Aaaagh! It hurts! So much pain!!!¡± The goblin didn¡¯t answer, just kept screaming. Li Qinwu wasn¡¯t sure what to do. Normally, he¡¯d resort to slaps, but the guy was already half-dead¡ªthat felt excessive. After a moment, he said, ¡°Call me boss, and I¡¯ll make the pain stop.¡± Ding! Spend 10 denars to recruit Goblin ¡Á1? The system prompt came instantly¡ªthis goblin agreed immediately. Li Qinwu paid up, adding him to his squad, then had the two youngsters help drag the poisoned goblin to a small waterfall in the hills¡ªthe tribe¡¯s usual water source. ¡°Open your mouth and drink. Don¡¯t stop until you can¡¯t take anymore!¡± The poisoned goblin didn¡¯t understand, but the pain was unbearable. He obeyed, gulping until his belly swelled like a balloon. Once satisfied, Li Qinwu stopped him. He plucked a flexible water plant root from the stream, forced the goblin¡¯s mouth open, and shoved the root down his throat. ¡°GACK!¡± The goblin vomited violently. After he finished, Li Qinwu made him drink again¡ªthen repeat the process. Three rounds later, the goblin collapsed, limp as a noodle. Li Qinwu ordered his minions to carry him back. Goblin Spear muttered, ¡°Boss¡­ I think you killed him.¡± SLAP! Goblin Spear yelped, clutching his stinging cheek with teary eyes. The poisoned goblin wasn¡¯t dead¡ªjust severely weakened from the poisoning and forced vomiting. Realistically, he wouldn¡¯t survive long. The toxins had already damaged his digestive tract beyond repair. But Li Qinwu had the Mount & Blade system. In the squad management screen, the goblin was listed as Wounded. In Mount & Blade, soldiers only had two states: Wounded or Healthy. Wounded soldiers would slowly recover as long as the party rested in a village, fortress, or town. In other words: He¡¯d be fine after a nap.