So, five options seed like a lot.
But in reality, Li ng could only choose one.
"Option one!"
[You decide to take advantage of the chaos and charge into the ancestral tribe to forcibly destroy the sacrificial disk.]
[The chieftain of the Black Mountain tribe, "Scarface," desperately stopped you.]
[The entire Black Mountain tribe successfully sacrificed to summon the Barbarian God "Aqua."]
[The descent of the Barbarian God brought divine wrath upon the world.]
[The Temple Knights suffered heavy casualties and fled in panic.]
[Facing the divine wrath of the Barbarian God, you tead up with "Serov" and "Tawil" to battle the Barbarian God.]
[You failed, and "Serov" and "Tawil" died in battle.]
[You barely escaped the Black Mountain Swamp using your body regeneration skill.]
[You returned to the tribe.]
[With the descent of the Barbarian God, the Goblin Forest gradually turned into a wasteland.]
[One day, the ghost beastman "Ghost Hand" reappeared, bringing news.]
[The human hero died in the Black Mountain Swamp, and the wastelandification of the Goblin Forest was inevitable.]
[The ghost beastman "Ghost Hand" invited you to join the Demon King's army, but you refused.]
[The ghost beastman "Ghost Hand" challenged you, but you refused.]
[The ghost beastman "Ghost Hand" left, telling you it would return.]
[The three-year limit had arrived.]
[Simulated life ended, score: 100.]
[Choose the following rewards.]
[Consu 10 score to increase level by 1.]
[Consu 1 score to increase attribute by 1.]
[Consu 30 score to increase luck by 1.]
[Consu 10 score to increase "Berserk" skill level by 1.]
[Consu 20 score to increase "Steel Skin" skill level by 1.]
"Upgrade the 'Berserk' skill level!"
[Consud 90 score, "Berserk" skill level increased by 9.]
["Berserk" skill is now max level, automatically advancing to "Berserk God."]
["Berserk God" skill is a world-class skill, current host's strength does not et the requirents, it is sealed.]
[Evolve into "Goblin King" to unlock "Berserk God" skill.]
"World-class skill? Sealed?"
Li ng frowned slightly, his thoughts stirred.
[Na: Gobu ng]
[Race: Goblin]
[Level: 35]
[Strength: 2717]
[Defense: 2664]
[Agility: 1497]
[Magic: 2399]
[Charm: 0]
[Luck: 11]
[Devour: Devouring the flesh and blood of magical beasts may grant their skills.]
[Steel Skin: LV5 (Strength 1500, Defense 1500, Agility 500)]
[Wind Blade: LV1]
[Body Regeneration: LV5]
[Heart Speech: LV1]
[Ice Elent King: LV1]
[Berserk God (World-class): LV1 (Sealed)]
[Limb Enhancent: LV1 (Strength 50, Agility 50)]
[Elental Affinity: LV1 (Magic 1000)]
[War Stomp: LV1]
"Could it be that the body's strength can't withstand the load 'Berserk God' brings?"
The only reason Li ng could think of for the seal was this.
The Berserk skill already puts a trendous load on the body.
Using it once would leave one exhausted for days, even months.
As the advanced skill of "Berserk," "Berserk God" would only burden the body more.
"I thought I could rely on the 'Berserk' skill as a backup, but it turns out I was left high and dry!"
Li ng, looking frustrated, took a sip of river water.
Now, even the "Berserk" skill couldn't be used.
On the vast river surface, Li ng's big head quickly drifted away.
That night, the Goblin River was not quiet.
The endless sound of rushing water echoed between heaven and earth.
Tonight's weather was good, with a full moon in the sky.
The silver moonlight bathed the earth, slightly dispelling the darkness over the river.
In a certain section of the river, a large fleet was anchored.
The sails of the ships were furled.
Anchors were dropped, sinking to the riverbed.
Each ship floated quietly on the water, spaced tens of ters apart.
Occasionally, the pull of the anchor would cause a creaking sound.
On the deck of each ship, clusters of firelight flickered.
The leaping flas made the fleet on the river look like a fire dragon.
Silhouettes could be seen moving on the decks.
"Humans are the sa in any world, arrogant and conceited!"
About a kiloter ahead of the fleet, a green-skinned head erged from the shimring water under the moonlight.
Looking at the human fleet anchored not far away, Li ng thought to himself.
This was the Goblin Forest, teeming with magical beasts and barbarians.
Yet humans didn't worry at all about the flas attracting nearby magical beasts.
"Yue'e, let's go back!"
After watching for a while, Li ng lost interest in peeping.
Humans, though arrogant and conceited, were not foolish.
Even on the river, they had people on watch.
There were soldiers, and adventurers too.
So adventurers were stationed as sentries in the forests on both banks.
Even if powerful magical beasts approached, they wouldn't disturb the fleet.
The adventurers in the forests could handle it themselves.
Li ng ca quietly and left quietly.
Ti passed slowly, and the night deepened.
---
The next afternoon, on the Goblin River.
Under the scorching sun, a fleet was sailing upstream.
Tall white sails stretched endlessly, as far as the eye could see.
Because they were sailing against the current, the fleet moved very slowly.
Like a snail, it crawled forward on the water.
"Lord Carlos, are we almost there?"
On the bow deck of the lead ship.
A High Priest of the Temple approached "Carlos."
Carlos took out a magic map from his waist.
"Not far now, we'll reach the northern swamp by tomorrow morning!"
The High Priest smiled slightly, gazing towards the end of the river.
"Once we eliminate the barbarians in the northern swamp, we can build an outpost nearby. With an outpost, the inland trade route can be opened. By then, Lord Carlos, you can beco the master of this new territory!"
Carlos turned expressionlessly to the High Priest beside him.
"High Priest, be cautious with your words. The Principality's land has only one master, and that is His Majesty the Lionheart King!"
The High Priest rely smiled at Carlos's caution.
But he didn't continue the topic.
"Lord Carlos, do you know why the Principality of Ilysis calls itself a 'Principality'?"
Carlos frowned slightly.
This was a taboo in the Principality.
Nobles were forbidden to discuss it.
"The disintegration of the Holy Dragon Empire was caused single-handedly by the Duke of the Southern Realm. The forr empire has long vanished into the river of history. The imperial lords have each established their own nations, yet the Duke of the Southern Realm retains the title of Duke of the Principality. Don't you think this is ironic, Lord Carlos?"
The High Priest looked at Carlos with a half-smile.
Carlos had no words to respond to the High Priest's gaze.
"Is it nostalgia, or does the Duke of the Southern Realm have ambitions to reclaim the entire Holy Dragon Empire?"
Carlos avoided the High Priest's gaze.
His expression turned slightly cold as he looked towards the forest on the northern bank.
"Ti makes people forget everything. The forr Duke has long passed away, so why cling to past glories?"
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