Over tens of thousands of years, seas had turned to mulberry fields—enough time for many things to change.
It was likely not that these goblins had never tried to restore their former glory and forge these weapons and pieces of equipment.
Rather, many of the complex materials had probably vanished into the river of time.
Of course, Nalant felt there was another possibility.
That the goblin chieftain still had some books or manuals hidden away.
But he was in no hurry. The man was in his hands now, so there would be plenty of time to slowly work him over.
Afterward, Nalant escorted the captives back to Lucky Town once more.
Thanks to the advance reports from the scouts, the merchant caravans in Lucky Town already knew that Nalant had won another great victory.
Though this time the enemies were not Beastfolk, goblins and Cyclopes were still vicious foes.
"Wow, look! Are those Cyclopes? They're terrifying—every bit as fierce-looking as the Beastfolk's Minotaurs!"
"Heh, Cyclopes are naturally no weaker than Minotaurs."
"Really? They're on par with Minotaurs? Then Baron Nalant captured more than fifty Cyclopes in one go this time. Wouldn't that make this victory even more glorious than his last triumph over the Beastfolk?"
"Not quite. Though Cyclopes are powerful, the goblins actually don't raise many of them."
"I once heard that the goblin tribe in Death Swamp numbers twenty or thirty thousand, so at most they can raise five or six hundred Cyclopes!"
"And the goblins themselves aren't very strong, so compared to them, the twenty thousand-plus Beastfolk from last time were still far more formidable!"
"Come to think of it, goblins are quite remarkable. Few of them can surpass Gold Knight rank themselves, yet they can raise Cyclopes as slaves!"
"So that's how it is!"
"Of course,