Chapter 7 Goblin Tribe

  Sawing through a skull is an extremely trying task, especially when sawing through the cranium. Sawing through ordinary bones at most produces bone dust, but sawing through a head...

  Today Joni finally had a good cry.

  Five pieces of skull were rubbed hard on the ground by Johnny, and after a few more rubs, they were somewhat clean. The brain pulp and fur remained mostly on the ground. Then Johnny took out dried meat and a water bag from his cloth package, stacked the five pieces of bone together, stuffed them in, and carried the food back home.

  This cloth bag can't be used for anything else anymore.

  Back at the blacksmith's shop, it was almost time for dinner. Old Smith was still watching over the shop and saw Johnny walk in covered in blood, giving the old man a fright: "Johnny? What's going on? Why is there so much blood? Are you hurt? Where are you injured? I told you not to be a hero, did you go challenge some powerful monster again? You're such an disobedient child, what I say won't harm you, you...

  Seeing his old man touching him all over, without any intention of stopping, Joanie quickly pressed down on his shoulders and gently pushed him away, reassuringly saying: "It's okay, this isn't my blood, the one on my chest is from a wolf, and the others are from goblins. Don't worry, Dad, it's all someone else's blood, I'm fine. Look, I'm standing right in front of you, aren't I?"

  Smith looked at his son up and down, thought he was indeed lively and didn't seem to be injured, so he put his mind at ease.

  "Come and eat quickly, your mother has cooked a pot of delicious meat soup today to nourish your body well."

  When he heard the two words "meat soup", Johnny's face turned a little green.

  "No, I've had a lot of dried meat today, you see." He said, waving the dry rations in his hand. "I'll just have some water and bread instead."

  "You kid, you're wasting money, why buy dried meat? Can't you just buy some black bread instead? You don't even care about your own hard-earned money, what's wrong with you..."

  Qiao Ni sighed, his own father was also a shop owner, but why did he feel less steady than the owners of the scissors store and the carpentry store? Even his courage was smaller. It's really, can't understand.

  Washing hands before meals is a good hygiene habit that Joanie has always insisted on. Although the city has pastors who can cure diarrhea with a simple spell, this service comes at a cost... Only missionaries are infinitely charitable; the rest are profit-making organizations.

  The Tabriz Sun God Church is a profit-making institution.

  Jiangni scooped out a basin of water and carefully scrubbed his hands, the clear water gradually turning red. He lifted up his hands to take a look, still red.

  "What a hassle! I'm so hungry!"

  After all the commotion had died down and it was dark outside, Johnny simply ate some bread and drank some water before falling asleep.

  Early to bed and early to rise, good health. As soon as the sky was bright, Johnny woke up. After washing and dressing, Johnny exercised in the yard, just about to go out, he remembered that his pocket was empty, and the only food he had was yesterday's leftover dried meat. Thinking of yesterday's scenes, he suddenly felt nauseous. Just then, Mr. and Mrs. Smith also got up, so Johnny told his mother and exchanged the dried meat in his hand for some black bread stored at home.

  The five heavenly covers naturally stayed at home. Joanie was afraid of startling the two old men, so she hid her head bone under the bed in a deep place. Bread and other things were not dared to be put into that bag. A broken cloth bag was randomly selected from home, filled with dry food, and rushed out to the forest.

  After the stimulation of yesterday, Joanie no longer dared to be arrogant and was not overly tense. Maintaining a moderate vigilance, Joanie gradually went deeper into the forest. Along the way, birds chirped and flowers bloomed, the scenery was beautiful, and it was pleasing to the eye.

  There is no goblin.

  "Where is Goblin, where is Goblin." Johnny hummed a nursery rhyme and looked around.

  Those green-skinned devils are hiding really well! Johnny cursed inwardly.

  This infuriating search lasted for a long time until noon when there was some improvement.

  In the distance, smoke is rising from cooking.

  Joni sprinted towards the location of the smoke column, stopping only when he was close, taking a few deep breaths, then moving stealthily.

  Hiding behind a thicket, Jony peeked out to see several crude huts, a burning bonfire, and a group of goblins waiting for dinner.

  "One, two, three, four... how can there be less than twenty? Is this really the Goblin tribe? They still use fire, it seems they are indeed intelligent creatures. Twenty of them, it's a bit troublesome." Jony thought to himself silently.

  These goblins were like the six wretches of yesterday, bare from the waist up and with all sorts of things wrapped around their lower halves, from grass skirts to tattered fragments of clothing, looking for all the world like a gang of rag-pickers. But the iron swords and wooden clubs stuck in their belts made it clear to anyone who dared think they were just rag-pickers that they were actually looters.

  After traveling all the way, it was not easy to encounter goblins, but as a result, there were so many of them. Joanie felt depressed in her heart, but she didn't want to give up either, and just watched the goblins prepare lunch. The goblins were all staring at the bonfire with their mouths watering, and they didn't even notice that there was a peeper beside them.

  The situation has become deadlocked.

  The smell of roasted meat wafted over, making Johnny feel a wave of nausea. But the smell, apart from reminding him of the five craniotomies he had performed yesterday, also awakened his primal instincts.

  I'm so hungry.

  Joni decided to give up, anyway this tribe was here, not afraid they wouldn't come out. He slowly backed away, wanting to leave this dangerous place, find a quiet spot, and eat something good.

  Patter

  The goblins turned around, Joanie looked up, and dozens of lines of sight intersected with Joanie's. He felt a chill on his back. This damn branch, why didn't I notice it just now?

  One of them, apparently the leader, let out a loud shout and then a group of goblins drew their own weapons, yelling as they charged at Jony.

  Jony turned around and ran away.

  The goblin was about half as tall as Johnny, which made it easier for him to hide and ambush. Correspondingly, the shorter legs meant he couldn't keep up with Johnny's frantic sprinting. The goblin chased after Johnny, but soon found himself falling farther and farther behind.

  The goblins gave up the chase and turned back, putting away their weapons. The sky is vast, the earth is vast, but eating is the greatest. Goblins live not for knowledge or dreams, but for food - if they had a Bible, it would certainly say so.

  Joni ran while occasionally looking back, at this time seeing that all the goblins had retreated. He let out a sigh of relief, stopped in his tracks, panting heavily, and congratulated himself on escaping with his life. If he were to be caught up to, one life would be able to exchange for many lives, but this matter wouldn't bring him honor. From now on, passing travelers would all compete to spread the word: "Look, this fool, killed five goblins before exhausting himself to death!"

  They won't even be eulogized, they can't even see the corpses. Their own femurs might be used as makeshift weapons by some goblin. Good grief, not even their skeletons will remain!

  Sweat had broken out on Johnny's forehead as he indulged in such wild fancies.

  The sound from his stomach interrupted his daydreaming.

  After drinking water and eating his fill, Joanie took a short rest before heading towards the Goblin tribe once again. This time, he would be even more cautious.

  At this time, the goblin tribe had not yet extinguished their bonfire, and bones were scattered all over the ground. The group of goblins were lazily sitting on the ground, clearly having just eaten their fill. They were staring at the fire heap earlier, but now they were holding their bellies, and once again, the goblins ignored the existence of the sneak peeker.

  Joni's eyebrows furrowed. At this rate, it would be a long time before these goblins had the motivation to go hunting. They could wait, but he couldn't. It was brave to wander alone in the forest, but it was reckless to spend the night there. Not to mention spending the night, even strolling through the dark forest was extremely dangerous. Although the sun was shining brightly now, night would come soon enough.

  Then Joni noticed a small grass hut on the edge, and it seemed that a large deer was lying down.

  Damn it, how did these guys manage to catch such prey?

  And this big fellow also shows that this tribe may not have to go out for livelihood all day.

  This is some goblins' delight, this is someone's nightmare.

  Jony decided to take action.

  But first, I have to think of a countermeasure, otherwise, the only outcome will be accompanying that deer.

  Jony thought of it.