Get the racial artifact!

In legends, behind every race on the Sacred Stone Continent stands a guardian deity. They never manifest themselves, nor do they walk among mortals. The only manifestation of their existence and divine power is through the occasional appearance of racial leaders throughout history.

For instance, the Demon Emperor, who launched a comprehensive invasion of the entire continent with the power of his clan. He personally withstood the unyielding front line of the Silver Moon Empire's ruler, Empress Scarlett, and unified all the beast tribe tribes for the first time, establishing the formidable Beast Empire. There is also the Celestial Emperor, who ultimately solidified humanity's dominant position on the continent.

These individuals, on a certain day, seemingly inspired, displayed tremendous racial charisma, uniting their entire kin in an unprecedented way, leading their races to glory.

Even in the history of the Orcs, there once appeared a leader with extraordinary talent and charm. He not only united the White and Black factions but also developed into one of the most prominent tribes among the beast races. Unfortunately, during the same period, the Beast Emperor was too powerful, completely overshadowing his radiance. It is said that he ended up indulging in the harem, and the Orcs failed to rise.

So, the emergence of a leader among the Goblins is not an impossible event.

The evidence is clear; who has ever seen over five hundred Goblin warriors standing in neat formation? 

In fact, Goblins are not weak individually, and their reproductive ability is robust. The vast numbers can compensate for individual combat shortcomings. However, they have still become the most humble race on the Sacred Stone Continent, without exception!

Why?

Their inherent nature as ambitious individuals prevents them from uniting. Any slightly stronger Goblin would lead to camp division. The largest Goblin camp could barely maintain around a hundred warriors.

Any more, and they would start fighting among themselves.

This characteristic of treating their less strong kin as laborers, slaves, or even food, destined them not to pose a significant threat. At most, they could be considered a nuisance.

Many novice adventurers often face Goblins as their first monsters to defeat.

However, today, this common occurrence seems to be broken.

An elderly Goblin has managed to integrate at least five large Goblin camps. Just by observing the five Goblin chieftains standing before it with respectful and worshipful expressions, one can tell that this is not a temporary alliance!

It seems that Goblins are about to rise...

But Night Three doesn't care about all this. His attention has already been deeply captivated by the small stone in his pocket:

[Enlightenment Godstone (Damaged)] - Slowly enhances the intelligence of the holder; other effects unknown.

Ding!

[Detected racial artifact. Would you like to spend ten thousand Soul Energy to repair and integrate it into your body?]

[Note: After integrating the Enlightenment Godstone, it will significantly enhance the potential and intelligence of your resurrected undead and immunize you against all mental disorders.]

"It's actually an artifact!"

Night Three felt his icy heart suddenly beat heavily.

There is no definite conclusion about the origin of artifacts. Some say they are relics of gods, while others say they are the work of grandmasters. However, unquestionably, none of the artifacts that have appeared in history are unknown!

Like the Dragonman tribe's Dragon Cliff Spear, the Barbarian Emperor's Intense Sky Blade, the Divine Might Emperor's Divine Might Armor and Sword—each one is an existence that has achieved world-renowned glory alongside their owners.

Not to mention a racial artifact!

Thinking of his group of foolish skeletons, Night Three licked his lips.

"This thing must be integrated! Definitely!"

However...

The requirement of ten thousand Soul Energy is obviously not something he can use at the current stage. Before integration, he must hide this thing well.

After all, this is an artifact that can trigger a large-scale racial war!

Night Three glanced at the people still in a standoff, silently moved his steps backward, and was about to turn around to join Old Gu and the others who were leading the cow when a stern shout stopped him.

"Night Three! Hurry back to the city and find someone named Jeff. Ask him to deliver this necklace to the nearest Holy Silver Church. Tell them that there's a tribal disaster in the city, and they need to come quickly to suppress it!"

As soon as the words fell, Weng Ling tore off the silver necklace from her neck and threw it to Night Three from a distance.

Night Three instinctively caught it, and there was a warm breath on the necklace. At one end of the necklace was a small, delicate white cross.

Night Three's face suddenly darkened.

As expected!

The group of neatly arranged Goblins suddenly looked at him in unison, as if giving a salute to a leader during an inspection.

"What a foolish and clueless woman!"

What is a tribal disaster?

It is a large-scale inter-ethnic war that poses a threat to humans. Trying to call for reinforcements with this reason means there is no room for negotiation. Whoever they stare at, he stares at whom?

For Weng Ling to shout like this is equivalent to yelling at someone in front of the controller who hasn't escaped from fork attacks:

"Don't mess around, or I'll call the police!"

Isn't this setting up the undead to be scammed?!

However, Night Three knew that Weng Ling was just a bit foolish, but not malicious. After all, just a quick glance around revealed that he was the only one furthest from the Goblins...

"Capture that human!"

Old Goblin raised his crutch and pointed at Night Three, but immediately shook his head.

"No, kill everyone here!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Receiving the order, the Goblins immediately roared, banging their weapons, and began to charge.

Although there were only over five hundred Goblins, there were only a dozen humans on this side!

Seeing this, Weng Ling took a deep breath, held the hammer, and turned to the red-armored mercenary team and the green-clothed mercenary team behind her, saying indifferently:

"If you can run now, run as fast as you can. I'll try my best to hold them off!"

"Good, good!"

The green-clothed woman listened and was about to escape, but she was pulled by the red-armored captain.

"What are you doing? They are about to come. Hurry up and run!"

The green-clothed captain looked at the red-armored captain in confusion. It was the first time she saw this man dare to be so rude to her. If it weren't for the current crisis, she would have slapped him already.

"Give it to me!" The red-armored captain reached out to the green-clothed woman.

"What... what?"

"Hand it over!" The red-armored captain shouted.

"That, that's mine!"

The green-clothed woman placed her hand on her chest, tightly holding it.

She had never seen such a beautiful gemstone. As long as she brought it back and carved it a bit, she would definitely become the most beautiful woman in the duchy. How many lapdogs would she have by then?

Seeing that she was unyielding, the red-armored captain suddenly slapped her with a bang.

"Do you give it or not?!"

"Ah! How dare you hit me, I'll fight you!"

The green-clothed woman covered her face in a daze, then

 became furious, reaching out to scatter the poisonous powder.

But just then, a flash of light passed, and with a crisp sound, her arm was cut off.

"Captain! Surround her!"

The red-armored man with the serrated knife grinned and shook his knife.