Chapter 122: The Goblin Army Mobilizes

In the divine realm of the Goddess of Silver Moon and Spring Water, inside the temple, Archangel Olavia was reporting the latest combat developments to Her Majesty.

"Heh, I never expected that Sun Licheng would be so capable, nor did I imagine he possessed so much scrap from the Goblin Empire. He truly is a very interesting little fellow."

Hearing that Sun Licheng had already defeated the Moon Alliance, the Goddess of Silver Moon was not angry but amused, remaining entirely indifferent to the thousands of casualties suffered by the Moon Alliance.

"Respected Majesty, why not send us? If you were to dispatch an Archangel, I believe that fellow Sun Licheng would have no way to resist," Olavia asked in confusion.

The Goddess curled her lips in a sneer and shook her head, saying, "This is all the doing of those old fools in the Oceanic Pantheon. For some reason, they have publicly declared that the power of the divine realm cannot be used directly against Chosen Ones—not even against the goblins of the God-Forsaken Lands. They are clearly referring to this Sun Licheng. Heh, why do you think the God of Conspiracy so kindly told me the news about the Heart of Freedom? It is only because he cannot use his divine power directly, and his worldly forces are all in the center of the continent, that he wishes to use my hands to reap the benefits."

Archangel Olavia finally understood. But immediately after, she asked with concern, "But the Moon Alliance has suffered heavy losses this time and is temporarily unable to launch another offensive. What should we do next?"

The Goddess chuckled, picked up a wine glass from the table, took a sip, stood up while lifting her sheer veil, and walked slowly to Olavia's side, whispering, "Since the goblins have failed, then let us send the Goblins."

Olavia said anxiously, "That won't work, Your Majesty. You have kept them slaughtering each other for thousands of years by using two identities. Once the Goblins enter the Moon Alliance, there is no guarantee they won't become suspicious."

Hearing Olavia's words, the Goddess laughed heartily. Once she finished, she said ruthlessly, "I have issued a divine decree; they must execute it. A group of meaningless ants—what waves could they possibly stir up? Whoever dares to disobey the command, just kill them. Since thousands of years of slaughter have not been enough, then let the killing continue until they dare not resist."

The Goddess patted Olavia on the shoulder and added, "Rest assured, the current Goblin King and the Great Chieftain of the Star-Moon Tribe both owe their positions to me; they will know what to do. Go, my child, and issue the divine decree to the Goblin Kingdom according to my instructions."

Olavia bowed deeply and exited the temple.

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Over a thousand kilometers away from the Full Moon Canyon, in the temple of the Goddess of Spring Water in the capital of the Goblin Kingdom, the High Priest, who was in the midst of prayer, suddenly saw the Goddess's statue emit a dazzling white light. He hurriedly prostrated himself, preparing to receive the Goddess's will.

A moment later, after the white light faded, the High Priest’s face was filled with horror. As he scrambled to his feet, he shouted to the outside, "Quickly, prepare a wild boar for me! I must see His Majesty the King!"

The attendants dared not delay, quickly bringing out the strongest wild boar and helping the High Priest onto its back. The latter flicked his whip, and like the wind, they bolted toward the royal palace.

That afternoon, over a dozen goblin messengers wearing chainmail and carrying back-banners rode giant wolves, rushing out of the royal city in a hurry.

As the most elite branch of the goblin military, the Wolf Cavalry had always been the core combat strength of the Royal Knights, representing royal majesty. Their equipment was not only fine, but their combat effectiveness was formidable. Using them as messengers to convey orders ensured that they would reach their destination quickly.

In November of the first year of the Zhonghua era, in accordance with the divine decree of the Goddess of Spring Water, the Goblin Kingdom mobilized an army of thirty thousand from the Eastern Legion, commanded by the commander of the Eastern Legion, and marched toward the Full Moon Canyon in the north.

In December of the first year of the Zhonghua era, Adolf, the Great Chieftain of the Star-Moon Tribe, stood before the pass of the Full Moon Canyon with his one-eyed son, Martin, and various tribal leaders, preparing to welcome the goblin army arriving from afar.

"If the goblins have become friends with the goblins (of the Moon Alliance), then what was the point of us fighting to the death for thousands of years? It’s completely meaningless!"

Looking at the resentful expressions of the leaders, Adolf couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After thousands of years of war, the goblins and the Goblins had become bitter enemies, yet now, because of the Goddess's decree, they had to greet this enemy with smiles. His heart was filled with indescribable bitterness. But thinking that the position he held today was granted by the Goddess of Silver Moon, and that he had performed many deeds according to her instructions that he dared not tell anyone else, he could only force himself to pull it together and try to set an example for those around him.

As the sun moved toward noon, the waiting goblins grew impatient and started to become agitated. Just as Adolf was about to turn and scold them, a low, rumbling sound drifted from the distance. Everyone immediately fell silent; battle-hardened as they were, they knew an army had arrived.

The first to appear before the goblins were the Wolf Cavalry. These Goblins rode on the backs of tall gray wolves, wearing chainmail and carrying massive cutlasses on their backs. While these items didn't look exquisite, they were definitely fine equipment, far exceeding the imagination of those in the Moon Alliance.

Behind the Wolf Cavalry was a large group of wild boar cavalry. Their equipment was also much better than any wild boar cavalry they had seen before, and they appeared far more disciplined.

After the cavalry passed, there were spearmen, orderly as a forest. These goblin spearmen wore leather armor and iron helmets, with small triangular flags tied to the spearheads of the junior officers; as the wind blew, they made a rustling sound.

Behind the spearmen were large numbers of swordsmen and shield-bearers. Their equipment was similar to the spearmen, but each carried a cutlass on their back and a shield on their arm. The center of these shields was wrapped in iron plating, providing far better protection than the shields of the Moon Alliance.

If the preceding goblins only made everyone feel envious and jealous, the swarms of ogres that appeared next made the goblins of the Moon Alliance tremble with fear. These ogres carried clubs studded with iron spikes and were draped in leather armor; they were incomparable to the ragtag ogres they had seen before. Even more alarming to Adolf was that among the ogres, there were some who were even taller. These ogres wore half-body scale armor and held heavy staves made from the skulls of unknown magical beasts. Looking closely, one could see light shimmering on the staves. Adolf immediately realized that these were ogre shamans, not only capable of astonishing melee combat but also skilled in magic.

Seeing these ogres, the goblins of the Moon Alliance began to stir restlessly. Adolf scolded them several times, but it had no effect. Adolf knew that, having seen the true strength of the Goblins for the first time, his men were terrified.

"Alas, from this day on, I fear the Moon Alliance will no longer be able to ensure its independence," Adolf sighed, thinking to himself.

Suddenly, several loud, clear bird cries drew everyone's gaze toward the sky. Over a dozen massive gray figures appeared; they were a flock of Eberl-Zofft eagles!