If these goblins had merely been passing through, Gorgin might have considered sparing their lives.

  This way, he could have extracted the maximum value from them. However, it was evident that these goblins had come with malicious intent. They were invaders.

  In Gorgin's mindset, the concept of "captives" simply did not exist. If he desired slaves, he could go and capture them or launch an invasion of other tribes.

  Enemies who dared to trespass on his territory had no claim to the status of slaves.

  The cyclops beasts, enhanced by magic potions, might pose a challenge in one - on - one combat.

  But the ogres had no inclination towards the so - called chivalry. They were simple - witted, not foolish.

  Anyone who engaged in a solo fight was a fool.

  The army of the Hot Sand Consortium was inexplicably annihilated within the domain of the Dragon's Lair ogres.

  All those goblins were reduced to a bloody pulp. The goblin alchemist was the last one remaining, kept alive by Gorgin.

  "Tell me, what were you thinking? How dared you attack an ogre tribe protected by an ogre mage?" Gorgin was extremely curious.

  The opposing side was the Hot Sand Consortium.

  Given that he had been hired to conquer one of their cities recently, it was only natural for them to bear a grudge. But where had they derived their confidence?

  With this army and firepower, they could have easily laid siege to Giant Sand City. Why, then, had they chosen to come here?

  "We actually had no intention of being your enemies..." The goblin alchemist was visibly terrified.

  "We discovered traces of dwarf bombs in the breached city. The only ones in the vicinity with such energy are the dwarves in Giant Sand City.

  The goblins who managed to escape informed us that ogres were involved in the battle, so we thought of you.

  Yours is the sole ogre tribe in this direction. We truly had no desire to be your foes. We merely wished to clarify your relationship with those dwarves.

  Our real target was to obliterate Giant Sand City.

  Chief, it's a misunderstanding, a genuine misunderstanding!" The goblin alchemist pleaded incessantly.

  All his tribesmen were dead, and his cyclops mount had also been slain.

  He was so frightened that his wits were scattered, and now all he wanted was to save his own life.

  "You're spouting nonsense!" Gorgin utterly disbelieved the alchemist's words.

  "You didn't want to be our enemies? You were fighting us with great ferocity at the start. Now you claim you didn't want to be our enemies. Do you take me for a fool?"

  At this juncture, Gorgin suddenly burst into laughter.

  "Look at you. If you had sent someone to communicate with us amicably, perhaps we could have assisted you in capturing Giant Sand City together. Now, you've been wiped out before even getting close to it..."

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  The goblin alchemist was taken aback and stammered, "Ch... Chief, what do you mean?"

  "What I mean is straightforward." Gorgin wore a gloating expression.

  "I've established a service area, similar to a transit hub. Any race can rest and resupply here as long as they offer something of equivalent value. Additionally, we provide a mercenary service. "

  "Those dwarves in Giant Sand City hired fifteen of our ogres, which enabled them to capture your small city so effortlessly. "

  "In essence, it's a purely interest - based mercenary arrangement. Once the mission concludes, we have no further connection. "

  "They can hire us, and so can you. As long as you pay the price, anyone can engage our services. Do you understand?"

  The goblin alchemist was left dumbstruck.

  "Th... th... th..." He bitterly regretted his actions.

  If he had known this earlier, it would have been far better to send someone to inquire in advance.

  With the combat prowess demonstrated by these ogres, conquering Giant Sand City would have been a breeze!

  What had possessed him at the time? He had been so terrified that the ogres would slaughter them that, in an attempt to ensure safety,

  they had arrived here as a fully - armed group. One person coming would have been an envoy; an army coming was an invasion!

  Glaring at the second - in - command whose neck had been snapped, the goblin alchemist seethed with anger. Who did he think he was, being so arrogant?

  Now, everyone had to perish with him!

  Not only were all the combatants dead, but so many machines had also been completely destroyed.

  The strength of the entire Hot Sand Consortium had been severely depleted! Damn it!

  "Chief... Chief!!! We acknowledge our mistake. Please spare our lives. We have wealth. The Hot Sand Consortium is wealthy. "

  "We can not only pay my ransom but also offer a substantial mercenary fee and war reparations! Chief, please reconsider. "

  "I know my life is of little value, and you could end it with a single finger. It would be wiser to use me to obtain resources! Chief!!!"

  The goblin alchemist dropped to his knees with a thud, pleading with Gorgin through a stream of snot and tears for a chance at survival.

  Gorgin sighed. "Why must you act like this... You're an alchemist, one of the elite among the goblins. Why can't you maintain a modicum of dignity?"

  The goblin alchemist repeatedly kowtowed.

  Dignity?

  Could dignity ensure his survival? Moreover, what dignity did the goblin race possess?

  "Regrettably, I do not have the habit of sparing the lives of enemies who invade my territory. "

  "Furthermore, do you believe the Hot Sand Consortium will let this matter rest after all that has transpired? There's no point in pleading for mercy. Save your breath."

  A rare expression of mercy surfaced on Gorgin's fierce and blood - smeared face.

  "Rest in peace. Be more cautious in your next life."

  After saying this, Gorgin waved his hand.

  "Ch..." Before the alchemist could finish speaking, Nu, who had been waiting impatiently, struck him with a bone hammer.

  He was reduced to a pulp, and the fire roasted the remains.

  "You all performed admirably!"

  Gorgin stood up and commended the gnolls, who were seeking recognition.

  These timid creatures had managed to stealthily shoot quite a few goblins with their poisoned arrows.

  "As for you..."

  Gorgin shifted his gaze to the slaves.

  "Your combat capabilities are decent, but you lack courage. Return. You'll receive an extra meal tonight."

  Gorgin impatiently waved his hand, gesturing for them to leave, displaying a markedly different attitude from that towards the gnolls.

  The gnolls had voluntarily joined and immediately participated in the battle. Although weak, their attitude was exemplary.

  These orcs and trolls, despite their good combat power, had only joined the fray after most of the tribe's fighting was nearly over.

  This left Gorgin somewhat dissatisfied. They either should not have come at all or should have joined earlier.

  If they had charged in before the ogres entered the battle, Gorgin would have held them in higher regard.

  As it stood...

  Anyone could fight an easy battle when the odds were in their favor. They were even less commendable than the typically timid gnolls.

  Gorgin had refrained from losing his temper only because they had ultimately participated in the battle.

  horne grew impatient with Gorgin's lengthy conversation with the goblin.

  Left head: "Just kill him. All this talking is pointless!"

  Right head: "What's there to discuss with an invader? "

  "A dead enemy is the best enemy. As long as he's alive, there could be complications. Gorgin, you're talking too much. That's not good."

  Gorgin nodded repeatedly.

  But in his heart, he was thinking... Naturally, I'm aware of the adage that villains meet their end due to excessive talking.

  But it's like playing Dou Di Zhu. I only have two kings and a three left in my hand. What should I do?

  Obviously, I should reveal my cards!

  Reveal them over and over again!

  In this situation, it's clear that the other side doesn't possess the protagonist's luck.

  Talking too much might carry risks, but... It feels great!