Goblin Mercenaries

"You don't need to pledge loyalty to me. I'm merely a general of the kingdom. When the King returns, you'll need to pledge loyalty to him!" Reno shook his head at Alistair.

"Then where will we be stationed before that?" Alistair looked at Reno, wanting to know where he intended to place them.

"Cross the river first! This isn't territory controlled by the kingdom. Windhelm Town is only a frontier holding; you can't possibly remain here!" Reno shook his head at Alistair. Windhelm Town was far too small to endure these goblins' ravaging. Let them eat freely for one meal, and they could eat the town into poverty.

"Yes, General!" Alistair nodded happily. Savage Goblins had spent years exposed to the elements, and no one in Mirkwood had hired them either. As a result, this goblin tribe lived in miserable conditions, typically uncertain of where its next meal would come from. On top of that, the Tutu Pigs needed feeding, making life even tighter for the Savage Goblins. These Tutu Pigs were their friends and companions. The Savage Goblins buried and prayed for dead Tutu Pigs. Though the pigs were not large, they could still eat quite a lot... That was why the Savage Goblins had long wanted to find a long-term meal ticket.

"Tell them to bring the ferry over!" Reno called to the Griffon Knight in the sky. Upon hearing Reno's command, the Griffon Knight immediately vanished toward the horizon.

"General Reno?" Ismir quietly approached Reno and spoke in a low voice.

"What is it?" Reno raised his eyelids.

"Do you think I could hire some Goblin Knights?" Ismir asked somewhat awkwardly. After all, he was poaching the King's recruits.

"Of course! You can discuss it with them yourself. The kingdom is recruiting them merely as a precaution;