Undead Farm

Chapter 2 Goblin Camp

Ye Sangen touched the two corpses on the ground and sighed.

He shouldn't expect to find anything valuable from these two guys.

By consuming 1 point of soul power, he secretly revived the skeleton closest to him, picked up the hoe thrown by the opponent, and killed the brazen goblin, and the other...

I was scared to death by myself.

Seeing that the daily consumption of his imprint of the undead had increased by 1 point, Ye San was even more relieved. This meant that the undead creatures he recruited would also be protected by camouflage so that they would not attract the attention of the Holy Silver Church.

[Undead Resurrection] The corpse can be revived into an undead by consuming soul energy. The specific consumption depends on the strength of the corpse.

[Skeleton Old Man] The deceased who can be awakened by consuming 1 point of soul has osteoporosis and is unusable. (Glory kills: 2, can be upgraded.)
Glory kill was literally what it meant, but it was an unexpected surprise that it was this old skeleton that was frightened to death.

It's a pity that 1 point of soul energy is needed to upgrade, and Ye San Geng doesn't intend to waste it here.

At dawn, 11 points of soul energy will be deducted from him. If he can't gather all the points at that time, he will probably be discovered soon.

Fortunately, the blue light spots floating from the corpses of the two dead goblins were absorbed by the mark of the undead and turned into two points of soul energy, which made his soul energy increase instead of decrease, reaching 4 points.

The soul is naturally the most direct source of soul energy.

And if you want more, you have to devour it.

Ye Sangeng glanced at the two black and green and smelly corpses on the ground, and pouted.

"Anyway, it's not the last moment..."

Let the old skeleton carry the shovel and hoe, and at midnight he picked up the machete, or a short knife would be more appropriate.

"Talking is better than nothing."

Goblin's corpse was not going to be dealt with at midnight, he had more important things to do.

According to the information he just heard, there must be a goblin camp nearby, and if he wanted to get enough soul energy before dawn, he had to plan for this camp.

As an undead, his night vision ability is very good, and he can easily identify the traces left by the two goblins.

After walking along the traces into the forest for about an hour, several lights finally appeared in front of him.

Let the old skeleton look forward first, and after confirming that there was no accident, he carefully hid behind a tree and observed the goblin camp in the middle of the night.

Dark whistle?

He didn't believe there was a whistle that could spot a skeleton without screaming.

Beside half a dozen battered fur tents, a bonfire was burning, and around the bonfire were eight ugly goblins writhing their butts crazily.

They were holding cups dug out of wood, laughing wildly and loudly, and one of them was obviously a size bigger and even held a skull!

Ye Sangeng frowned, these guys were obviously having a carnival, and the reason for the carnival...

He saw a woman in a green dress tied to a stump next to the largest tent.

Oh.
It turned out to have caught prey.

From this point of view, the two dead goblins should be the guys who were pushed out to serve as guards. For some reason, they had evil thoughts and wanted to poison these companions to death?

Midnight nodded, and immediately turned around and walked back to the cemetery. This time, since he didn't need to identify traces and be careful, it only took him half an hour to get there.

"Go."

Ye Sangen waved his hand, and a thin figure stiffly pushed aside the bushes and walked out.

"Hmph! What are you doing here? Didn't you let you stand guard outside! Grass, what does this smell like on you?!"

The muscular goblin saw this and shouted loudly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"What do you mean, you're freezing and want some hot soup?"

The eldest brother Brin was about to curse, but suddenly his eyes rolled.

"Okay, you go and drink."

The little goblin nodded and approached the iron pot hanging on the campfire. The hot water was boiling inside, and he didn't know what was being boiled.

"Drink your sister!"

The big goblin suddenly took out a big stick and hit it directly on the back of the little goblin's head with a sap. There was a popping sound and the tomatoes went into the blender.

"You little thing wants to drink soup, come on, chop it up, let's add some meat first!"

"And you two, go and catch that daring guy who dares to steal food behind my back, hum!"

The eldest brother Blin glanced at the woman tied to the pillar and wiped his saliva.

"I'll deal with you after I get the bounty, hehe."

The little goblin was quickly peeled and chopped, and thrown into the soup pot, and a sour broth smell wafted up immediately.

In fact, goblins usually eat the old and weak of the pack when they lack food, which is one of the reasons why people hate them.

Swallowing the pieces of meat that were once their companions, the goblins showed a satisfied expression. Even the two guys who were urged to hunt the scarf goblins ate two pieces of mosaic meat before they could eat it. Going to go.

They're goblins, they're hunters, and it's only a matter of time before a stray ally is hunted down.

Just when they stood up, all the goblins showed astonished looks on their faces, and then they covered their stomachs and rolled crazily.

"Ah! It hurts! Stomach! It hurts!"

The eldest goblin struggled the hardest, even knocking over the bonfire and the iron pot, but neither the flames nor the hot soup could cut off the severe pain in his belly.

It widened its eyes, watching the flesh on its stomach begin to rot piece by piece, and then slowly spread,
Belly, bottom, thighs, chest, neck, face...

It scratched its face frantically, but couldn't grab anything but jelly-like rotten flesh in its hands, until it fell unwillingly, with the head of the little goblin that fell beside the soup pot, eyes staring.

"Is it true that the same race cannot eat..."

Only at this moment in the middle of the night did he stick out with a machete, and he slashed at the necks and necks of those horrific corpses on the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

A total of eight goblins, seeing that they are equipped with throwing spears, big sticks, machetes, and even five pairs of simple bows and arrows, and more than 50 crooked animal tooth arrows, he alone can't do anything hard steel.

Fortunately, he is an undead.

An undead who knows a little magic.

Spend 2 soul energy points to turn the little goblin into a zombie, and then let it chew in half of the silver leaf grass. Silver leaf grass will not have any effect on undead creatures, and let it take the remaining half plant with it. on the body, waiting for an opportunity to poison.

Fortunately, the knowledge about goblins in his mind came in handy. The leader of the opponent chose to eat this disobedient little brother, and then turned into rotten meat with regret and incomprehension.

And he can start to take stock of his gains.

A total of 8 points of soul power, replenishing his soul power to 10 points, as long as he gets two more points, he can safely pass through the first dawn.

Thinking of this, he looked at his second reward,
The girl in the green dress tied up by the goblins...

(End of this chapter)