"Skree-gah!"
A sharp, distorted screech echoed across the hills.
Their purplish-green skin was covered in pustules, and their hunched, bony, thin bodies resembled dried-up corpses that had been dead for days, exuding a decay and ugliness that seemed to spill into the air as they moved.
Cloudy eyes filled with desire, sticky drool dripping from yellowed, rotten teeth, sharpened branches, and crude wooden sticks.
Hasty skirts made of small animal pelts and leaves----
This was a hunting squad consisting of a full six adult goblins.
Neither too many nor too few.
As the absolute lowest tier among the so-called "predators" in the forest, a single goblin alone probably couldn't even outrun a wild rabbit in the bushes, nor did it possess the energy or intelligence to craft traps and weapons.
Yet when the number of goblins gradually rose until it crossed a certain threshold.
The goblins within the tribe would seem to touch some switch that had previously been turned off, accompanied by courage and desire burning and rising like a flame, as if some form of invisible entity were instilling various crude knowledge into their minds.
Teaching them to utilize the simplest raw materials, to craft hunting tools like primitives, and even including some relatively basic tactics.
More experienced veteran adventurers had discovered traces of what appeared to be the existence of a high-grade intelligent civilization in the wilds, which was rumored to be infested with a hyper-giant goblin tribe.
Naturally, the newly formed goblin squad currently active among the hills of the Anluan Province fell far short of that level in both scale and destructive power.
Totaling a meager six, they were barely capable of even frontally hunting beasts of slightly larger sizes.
Yet they were still, after all, the lowest-grade intelligent creatures, and the existence of "tools"