Pet Fangs

Huo Ling found a spot, set up an observation post, and stayed there watching the goblin tribe.

From time to time, he also used the spell Eagle Eye to enhance his vision.

Eagle Eye

Spell Effect: After a brief cast, enhances the target's vision

Casting Time: 3 seconds

Spell Cost: 15

Duration: 15 minutes

After using Eagle Eye, he could easily scout the goblins' situation even from several hundred meters away.

As he observed, he noticed something unusual. This goblin tribe had once been a human residential complex.

Most goblins had no sense of hygiene, so the whole tribe stank to high heaven. Yet a few places were relatively clean.

The first was the building where the hobgoblins lived. The second was the beast pen, where they raised direwolves. The third was another large building.

Goblins did not care much for cleanliness, and hobgoblins were not much better. These places were only cleaner by comparison.

The reason was that ordinary goblins were afraid to go near them. Whether hobgoblins or direwolves, both were exceedingly vicious.

Hobgoblins looked down on ordinary goblins. If the goblins provoked them, they would either be beaten or cursed at.

As for direwolves, there was even less to say. If one was carelessly eaten by a direwolf, there would be no one to seek justice from.

So what made the goblins fear that third place?

The answer was revealed the next day.

When daylight returned and the sun shone down again, Huo Ling finally saw the reason from his vantage point.

Inside the building hung quite a few dried herbs.

Where there were herbs, there had to be a goblin shaman. Goblin shamans were one kind of goblin spellcaster. They mastered witchcraft and could use blood sacrifices or herbs to strengthen themselves.

When casting spells, they could unleash curses such as Frenzy Curse, Bloodlust Curse, or curses upon their enemies.

No wonder those goblins did not dare approach this place. Shamans were not only ruthless toward enemies, but toward their own people as well.

After all, a large part of their strength came from blood sacrifices—offering blood to ancestral spirits, other evil spirits, or natural spirits.

Then they divided up the energy provided by the sacrifice. That was how goblin shamans cultivated.

No wonder the other goblins feared them.

A goblin shaman meant there would definitely be spell materials here. And spell materials meant money to be made.

Huo Ling had found his reason to attack this place, though he still needed to plan how to do it.

Shamans were spellcasters capable of long-range attacks, so he had to be on guard.

Huo Ling did not dwell on it for long before visitors arrived at the goblin nest: War Lizardfolk.

He used Eagle Eye to observe the group of War Lizardfolk.

There were eleven of them in total. The leader appeared to possess Black Iron-tier strength, while the others following behind him were somewhat weaker.

The goblins did not seem surprised by their arrival. They quickly led the War Lizardfolk to the shaman's residence.

The other War Lizardfolk remained outside, while only their leader entered the shaman's house.

Seeing this, Huo Ling felt he could gather quite a bit of intelligence here. With a slight stir of his mental power, the skeletal rat that had long been hiding in the goblin tribe sprang into action.

In places the goblins would not notice, the skeletal rat scurried swiftly on its claws to the outside of the shaman's building. Using the half-withered climbing plants on the wall, it hid itself away.

"Pet Fangs, what are you planning to buy this time?" Supported by an assistant, the elderly goblin shaman emerged from a room filled with all kinds of hanging herbs.

"Shaman Malo, this time I want to purchase one hundred portions of hemostatic herbs, one Bloodlust Totem, and fifty portions of Bloodboil Potion."

The War Lizardfolk was tall and imposing, while the goblin shaman was extremely short.

To show respect, Pet lowered his head, doing his best not to look down on the old goblin before him.

"So much... Are you preparing to go to war with the Redtooth Clan?"

Seated in his chair, the goblin shaman rested both hands on a wooden staff and stared wisely at the War Lizardfolk before him.

"Yes, Shaman Malo. This time, we will slaughter those kobolds clean!"

Pet snarled, his forked tongue flicking from between his parted jaws.

"What a pity. You came one step too late."

Shaman Malo shook his head and spoke helplessly.

"What do you mean?" Pet asked in confusion.

"Before you came, the Redtooth Clan already bought these things from me. They bought most of my stock, so I fear I cannot trade with you this time."

"What?!"

Pet abruptly rose to his feet, his voice booming as his gaping maw opened wide. Fine, sharp teeth lined his mouth, and he looked ready to devour someone whole.

A Black Iron hobgoblin warrior outside heard the commotion and entered the room as well.

"Then how much can you still sell us?"

Suppressing his fury, Pet asked in a low voice.

"I can only sell you ten portions of hemostatic herbs..."

Malo seemed not to see Pet's man-eating expression, his voice still slow and unhurried.

Naturally, he was not worried that Pet would do anything. He was a spellcaster, the only shaman in this region capable of making all kinds of herbal medicines and potions.

And though he looked as if he might die at any moment, if they truly fought, Pet might not necessarily be able to defeat this old goblin.

"Why only so little?! You clearly still have plenty of hemostatic herbs!" Pet stretched out a sharp claw and pointed at the herbs hanging not far away.

He had used hemostatic herbs before. There were quite a few sitting on the cabinet across from him right now.

"Those have not been processed yet, so they cannot be sold. The children of the other tribes need them too, so I cannot sell them to you. Ten portions are all I can sell you right now."

"Do you want them?"

Malo asked.

Listening to Malo, Pet felt fury blaze in his heart. Who was he trying to fool with that? In this goblin tribe, only the hobgoblins were worthy of using such herbs.

As for ordinary goblins, an injury was just an injury. Even if they died, no one would care.

"Yes!"

The word seemed to be squeezed out from between Pet's teeth. He took a crystal-clear stone from the small pouch at his waist, then forcefully broke off a small piece and handed it over.

Magic stone!!!

Through the skeletal rat's relay, Huo Ling saw what the War Lizardfolk had used for payment. It was actually magic stone.

The shaman's assistant accepted the magic stone, then took out ten portions of hemostatic herbs and handed them to Pet.

After receiving the herbs, Pet shot the assistant a vicious glare. Then he snorted coldly and strode out.

Once outside, he led the other War Lizardfolk away without looking back.

Inside the shaman's house, the assistant opened a wooden chest and tossed the piece of magic stone inside.

Seeing this from its perch on the wall, the skeletal rat nearly lost its grip and fell.

The chest was piled full of magic stones, though none were of uniform size. They were all natural magic stones.