A moment later.
The Goblin Shaman and several goblins had been beaten black and blue and tied to an oak tree.
"Ha! Still acting so arrogant, are you? Still acting so arrogant? Do you dare show off in front of this Count again?"
Count Bran stood proudly atop the shaman's head, its little wings planted on its hips. It plucked off the crooked feather ornament on his head and delivered a furious barrage of tap-tap-tap pecks to that green skull.
"Ahhh! Count, spare my life! I won't dare do it again!"
"You don't dare? I'll peck you even if you don't dare! Peck you to death!"
Chen Yu counted the losses among the bee soldiers, then rode Little Card over to the oak tree.
Count Bran hurriedly flew down and landed atop Little Card's head, but then seemed to realize it was blocking its own Majesty. It shuffled its claws and moved to the back.
"Your Majesty, this Count has gotten everything clear."
"These fellows were sent by the Goblin Legion. They said they were subordinates of some Bear Goblin called Hammer Bone."
"You didn't ask why they keep coming here?"
At that, Count Bran flew back onto the Goblin Shaman's head and pecked at his skull.
"Speak! His Majesty is asking you a question!"
"Ahhh! Count, spare my life!"
"Impudent! You dare sow discord between this Count and His Majesty? In His Majesty's presence, you should beg His Majesty for mercy!"
"Your Majesty, spare me—!"
"Then why aren't you answering His Majesty? Such disrespect! Peck you, peck you to death!"
The Goblin Shaman cried out aggrievedly, "Count, I can't understand what His Majesty is saying either!"
Count Bran froze, tilting its little head. It suddenly remembered that only by touching His Majesty could one hear his voice.
"Uh... that