Chapter 110: Rember, This Is Moroes
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Most of the 2,000 new gars had already gathered at the plaza before the Dungeon Core Main Hall in the less than ten minutes since Eternal Kingdom started running.
A small portion of the new gars left to do their missions.
On the other side, eighty impressive Goblins with superior equipnt and an aura of killing intent walked over from the Living Quarters. Compared to the new gars with their tattered clothing, the eighty Goblins were ard to the teeth.
They had shiny Breastplates, spiked Shoulder Armor, spiral-patterned Vambraces, and belts that bobbed up and down with their movents.
Their skin was green and their pointed noses wrinkled. They had a large mouth with yellow teeth, but underneath the Roman Helts were determined faces.
The Goblins were walking at a slower pace. Clapping sounds, fresh flowers, and rainbow-colored borders seed to appear at their sides. They shone like stars of the eight o’clock idol dramas.
The novice Goblins gaped at what they saw.
One of the female Goblins, SeafoodShavedIce, said to herself, “I’m so envious of their equipnt that I’m salivating. They look so cool. I should have chosen the male gender.”
The veteran Goblins had “Elite First Beta Gar” next to their nas. That was the title obtained from the First Beta Gar rewards pack.
Besides the title, the rewards pack consisted of 3,000 Reputation Points and three silver coins. The silver coins were directly deposited into their virtual bank accounts.
“The veteran gars from the First Beta! They’re the veterans from the First Beta! Ah, I’m dying!”
“Is that Arthur? The one with black armor. The rich gar with millions of Renminbi!”
“Idol, aweso!”
“Gosh, he’s too suave. Is the equipnt from the Instance Dungeon? Are there any pieces of equipnt from the Ancient Ruins?”
“I didn’t know Goblins could be that cool. You look better than the photographs.”
“How is a Goblin suave? Why can’t I see that?”
“My husband, Sherlie, is the most handso.”
“Your husband and Brainiac have an album published on the discussion forum.”
The 2,000 gars gave similar complints at the sa ti. Dragonborn could only hear the gars close to him, and the rest were only buzzing sounds.
The Goblins that walked over were the veterans of the First Beta, the gars who had created sensational news on the discussion forum.
The Second Beta Gars were green with envy when they noticed the noisy full-body armor, huge Kite Shields, and various weapons.
Dragonborn was being pushed towards the First Beta Gars by the horde of Second Beta Gars.
The First Beta Gars raised up both their hands instinctively in a protective stance, and the crowd stopped moving.
The Second Beta Gars ford a semi-circle around the First Beta Gars and gazed at them relentlessly.
A gar with “Elite First Beta Gar, NotWearingPants” above his head walked to the “Trash Hill” at the plaza and stood at the top. He banged his Short Sword on his Kite Shield to produce deafening sounds, but the chattering voices of the Second Beta Gars didn’t quieten down.
Under the lead of a few First Beta Gars, the rest of the First Beta Gars banged their swords on their shields with the sa rhythm.
The noise of a hundred gars banging on their shields was much louder than NotWearingPants’ voice and suppressed the chattering voices of the Second Beta Gars. Most of the gars beca silent.
“Stop talking! The veteran is going to speak!”
“Keep quiet. Listen to what the veteran, NotWearingPants, is saying.”
“Are you elentary kids? Can’t you stop talking?”
“Stop your racket.”
“Keep quiet. Keep quiet.”
The Second Beta Gars helped to silence the other gars who were still chatting. There were so minor conflicts, but they didn’t create many problems as they were stopped by the nearby gars.
When the Second Beta Gars were almost quiet, NotWearingPants took out a simple gaphone made of Dire Wolf Skin and shouted at the large crowd, “Everyone, listen up! We’ll only spend a day to ntor you on the ga chanics! For those who would like to learn from us, raise your hands. We’ll only ntor gars who raise their hands, and it’s totally free! If you would like to pay us, we’ll not reject your gesture!”
More than a thousand gars raised their hands and shouted out.
“Teach !”
“ntor ! I’m the most obedient!”
“Veteran Arthur, I want to be your disciple!”
“Veterans, ntor !”
Dragonborn imdiately raised his hand. He was totally clueless about this ga.
TakeASpearHit and SealHeadLingChong raised their hands too.
The Black Armored Goblin with the word “Arthur” above his head walked to Dragonborn and said to him and the nearby gars, “All of you, follow .”
Dragonborn was stunned, but he replied, “Okay.”
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Moroes stood at the Training Ground, and his face looked pale.
Didn’t Lord Sherlock say he would only recruit a few Goblins for Eternal Kingdom?
He looked at the nearby wandering Goblins and the distant sea of Goblins. Is that a few?
“Take a look. He is the Novice Skills Trainer, Moroes. Rember this location, it’s called the Training Ground. There’s no way to attack the Dungeon NPCs, so don’t think about it. They have no health bar,” a fully ard Goblin said to the tens of Goblins behind him.
That Goblin pointed to the nearby empty space and said, “That’s the place for setting up stalls. When you’ve defeated monsters in the Instance Dungeon, the loot can be sold here. The First Beta Gars also like to form our teams here. Now that there are so many of us, I don’t think this place is sufficient to accommodate all of us.”
“I won’t be explaining the contents of the Novice Skills Training, as there are detailed Strategy Guides. Take a look during your free ti. I’ll take you to the train,” the ard Goblin said before he left with his group of Goblins.
What... what situation is this? Moroes was puzzled.
Another ard Goblin brought twenty Goblins who were wearing tattered clothing over. He pointed at Moroes and said, “He’s the Novice Skills Trainer, Moroes. This place is the Training Ground. We usually form teams and do our transactions here. Rember that.”
There was another group of Goblins queuing up behind them orderly. They gazed at Moroes with anticipation.
A Goblin was maintaining order at the side, and he shouted, “Follow closely and don’t drop out. After this introduction, those who would like to die, I’ll bring you to Brainiac to experience death.”
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