Chapter 57: The Underworld

"The people in our tribe actually didn't belong here in the first place. Where we stayed before, the moon was not so bright, and the sun was not so cold."

Randolph said so, he secretly looked at Ansair's expression, wondering if he came from the same place as him.

Ansair shook his head, the world Randolph said was not the main material world.

Randolph continued, "Our tribe was excluded because of various defects, and we have only been in this world for more than a month. This world is very dangerous, and there are huge beasts everywhere. When our tribe first came, there were hundreds of goblins, but now there are only seventy or eighty."

Randolph said as if there was something sentimental about it.

"Yes, many goblins have entered Shandi's stomach, so that Shandi will not starve," Shandi said with a heartless smile.

"You big fool!" Randolph yells at Shandi. Then he explained to Ansair: "Those goblins were all trampled to death by wild beasts. We won't kill our own people to eat meat to survive."

Ansair has no interest in this. An evil and despicable race, and no matter what he does, he thinks it is normal.

In ancient times, races like goblins were usually the dependents of Five-Color Evil Dragons, and the dependents of Metal Dragons were usually elemental creatures, such as stone men and wind giants.

Ansair naturally didn't have much affection for evil races like goblins.

"Go on, what else do you know?"

Seeing that Ansair didn't have much reaction, Randolph continued.

"There seems to be something wrong with the moon in this world. At night, the beasts seem to go crazy, especially when the moon is full. Moreover, intelligent races like our goblins will also be affected. Many tribesmen ran outside in a frenzy and were trampled to death by wild beasts."

Ansair nodded. Regarding this point, he had already experienced it last night when he first came to this world.

Randolph didn't know much about the rest, he arrived a month earlier than Ansair.

Ansair could see the gigantic beasts and various plants at a glance.

The only thing worth mentioning is that Randolph mentioned where they were before.

"Are there many goblins like you where you stayed before? Are there any other intelligent races?" Ansair asked.

"Yes, we have several large goblin tribes there, all of which have tens of thousands of goblins, and there are others such as kobold tribes and wolf man tribes."

Despite some doubts, Randolph answered truthfully.

Ansair heard from Osmond and Leopold before that there are basically no other intelligent creatures on the mainland of the main world. They hid in the underground world thousands of years ago...

Ansair had vague guesses about this world, and he was afraid that the place he was in now was the underground world.

It's just that Randolph said that the world they lived in before did not have such a huge beast, nor such a strange moon, Ansair also couldn't understand.

In the final analysis, Randolph is just a weakling who has been abandoned by his fellow tribe. He may be knowledgeable and able to be the leader of the tribe in the small Hill Tribe, but his understanding of the whole world is far from enough.

These two goblins were useless, and Ansair was thinking about what to do with them.

Shandi is stupid and a fanatic worshipper of his, so he can still stay and study the power of faith, but the other goblin...

It's a pity that Ansair has already used Feast today, and now he can only add Siphoning Strike or Phenomenal Evil Power.

Seeing Ansair's unfriendly eyes, Randolph felt cold in his heart and hurriedly said.

"Lord God, no offense intended, I guess you may be a great dragon, I don't know if you are willing to accept the pious offerings of our small Hill Tribe and take us in as your family members."

Randolph made a good plan. He'll become Ansair's subordinate, and Ansair would not be able to kill him. Moreover, the Hill Tribe will be backed by a dragon, and any beasts were trivial.

But Ansair naturally couldn't do what he wanted, he sneered.

"Become my family? Are you worthy? A group of ugly and despicable goblins. You are like a bug to me. Tell me, what do you expect bugs to do for you?"

"Bugs? Bugs are edible and very nutritious."

Shandi suddenly spoke up, he remembered that there were bugs to eat in the world he stayed in before, and he didn't mention any bugs after he came here with the small Hill Tribe.

"Master God, Shandi can also give you something to eat. If you are hungry, please eat Shandi!"

Shandi puffed out his chest as if he was willing to be Ansair's food.

Randolph heard Shandi speak, and instinctively wanted to scold him, but he opened his mouth, and finally, he didn't say anything.

Sometimes he really thinks that Shandi is a fool, but Shandi is indeed right, the weak goblin may only be regarded as Ansair's ration.

Seeing that Shandi volunteered, Ansair opened his mouth to show his sharp teeth.

"Are you as big as my front teeth? You are not even qualified to be at the gap between my teeth."

Shandi looked at the teeth in Ansair's mouth, which was several times bigger than him.

"It's a pity, maybe when Shandi grows up a little bit, Lord God can be full." Shandi lowered his head regretfully.

He probably felt that it was an honor to be eaten by Ansair, and at the same time, he could show his bravery and fearlessness.

Being treated like this by Shandi, Ansair temporarily let go of the idea of ​​killing the chief of the Hill Tribe.

He put the two goblins on the ground and ordered.

"Go and call all your people up, don't even think about running away, if you disobey my order, you will see the wrath of a dragon!"

After Ansair gave a warning, Shandi went down the mountain with Randolph on his back.

When Randolph called the Hill Tribe, the remaining dozens of goblins had packed up their things and were ready to flee for their lives, waiting for an order.

Despite being abandoned by their original tribe, and even though they are humble and weak, the desire to live is their instinct.

"Oh," Randolph sighed and glanced at Shandi, who was still in good spirits.

He didn't know what Ansair was thinking, and the future of the small Hill Tribe was either happy or worrying.

Thinking of Ansair's incomparably broad wings, Randolph knew that the Hill Tribe had to split up if they wanted to escape.

But a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled, even if they escaped the chasing and killing of the angry dragon, it is difficult for them to survive in this dangerous world alone.

Randolph's heart was hardened, and he decided to take the tribe up the hill.

Maybe this is a turning point. With the protection of a giant dragon, the Hill Tribe can continue to survive tenaciously in this dangerous land.