On a muddy forest path, two goblin underlings who looked much alike trudged along, dragging their battered weapons.
Their stomachs had been growling with hunger for ages, but they still didn't dare return to their cave.
Before autumn came to an end, they had to stock up on enough food to get through the approaching winter.
The Giant Goblin chief in the cave had given the order: every goblin had to go out and gather food. If they failed to collect enough, they themselves would become the "winter rations."
A goblin named Gula hacked aimlessly at the weeds beside the path with a rusty dagger and grumbled irritably, "My tummy's growling... Glick, what're we gonna munch tonight?"
A goblin named Glick sniffled, his little yellow eyes darting around greedily, full of longing for food. "Mmm... meat?"
Gula jumped up and slapped Glick on the back of the head. "Idiot! Where're we gonna get meat? Gloop—"
He let out a disappointed grunt and rubbed his scrawny belly.
Just then, Glick suddenly pointed excitedly at the roadside in the distance.
"Four-legged beast! Little one, all alone!"
Not far away, a yellow-and-white creature was lying there, lazily licking its fur.
Gula was practically drooling. "Fresh meat! It runs with a thumping sound, nice and chewy!"
Glick rubbed his hands together. "Quietly... sneak up! You go left, I'll go right! One quick whack, and we'll be munching on it tonight!"
Gula raised his dagger and growled excitedly, "Good! You get the legs, I want the belly. Nice and fatty!"
The two goblins crouched and slipped into the bushes, making rustling noises and stifled, strange giggles. "Hehehe..."
"Hehehe..."
The third "hehehe..." came from the shadows beneath a tree.
He Xi appeared like a ghost, gripping a thick wooden club. He brought it down on Gula's