"Screeech!!!"
Familiar and pleasant.
Filled with pain, the shrill wails of cute little animals echoed through the dark, filthy cave.
This seemed to be a small Goblin community that had only recently formed. Altogether, it had barely five adult members.
According to the normal development of Goblins in this world, this small Goblin tribe should have been in the stage of exploring its surroundings, surviving on wild fruit and carrion in the forest. Only when they were lucky would they manage to hunt injured or sick small and medium-sized beasts, or ordinary humans who entered the forest alone.
Like some strange parasite, a disease infecting Aifala Continent, Goblin tribes had a relatively difficult and slow start. But as long as they survived the hardest early stage and endured the pressures of their surroundings until the number of adult members reached double digits, their struggle for survival would plummet. They would become nightmares for ordinary beasts and villagers alike.
This Goblin tribe had actually been quite lucky.
Because it had been born on an island that had just undergone an extremely brutal battle and was now nearly devoid of defenses.
The civilians had almost all been slaughtered, yet large numbers of intelligent creatures' houses and tools had been left behind.
Furthermore, the core area of the forest had been well protected due to the Water Ironwood. Natural resources were abundant, and dangerous Monsters were practically nonexistent.
As long as the adventurers stranded on the island left, Stodd Island would become the perfect breeding ground for this Goblin tribe.
Before the next adventurer party landed on the island, it might even grow its population into the triple digits.
Unfortunately, all their beautiful fantasies of a bright future came to a complete end when an unlucky Goblin gathering wild fruit was discovered by