Quickly, Mills had soone untie the ropes that bound them together.
After gaining their freedom, this group of goblins appeared sowhat uneasy, as if they did not know where to place their hands and feet.
They were unclear about where to go after being saved.
In the end, they could only instinctively draw near to Mills and the group that had "saved" them.
"Co join our team! Follow us," Mills, looking at his clan mbers whose eyes were lost and unsure what to do, sighed deeply in his heart, then spoke.
Even though they themselves were suffering enough, they still couldn’t bear to see the suffering of others.
If it had been earlier, they would have been willing but powerless to help, keeping as far away as possible because they had to protect their close kin.
But now, relying on Zhou Bai, the chief of Hope Village, was just a gamble.
Unexpectedly, the other party really agreed.
At that mont, he felt a faint hope for their Goblin Clan.
All they needed was for the territory they were in to be willing to shelter them, then they could still freely stand under the sun, albeit still dependent on others, teetering on the brink of breaking, but it was still better than always hiding in dark corners, and there was also an opportunity to deepen this relationship...
Thinking this, Mills’ heart pounded fiercely, and his eyes gradually beca resolute.
Even if it was just a little, they had to seize it.
At that mont, Mills glanced at Victor and Denglop beside him, understanding why they were willing to seek them out and try hard to persuade them.
It was rely in hope of finding a foothold for their goblin race here.
Listening to Mills’ words, this group of goblins cautiously hid into Mills’ team and then buried their heads, not even daring to lift them.
Watching this scene, Zhou Bai paused, his understanding of the Goblin Clan deepening a lot.
Apart from the special abilities coveted by others, it was mostly because of the long-term repression by other races that they found it hard to build their own racial confidence; the more they were bullied, the more pronounced this feeling beca.
Because Mills’ group had their own territory, they were relatively free and thus still had so fighting spirit, but these long-enslaved goblins were completely different.
In them, Zhou Bai saw the necessity of becoming strong.
Falling behind ans getting beaten.
The affairs of the goblins occurred between the Goblin Clan and other races.
And their affairs occurred between territory and territory.
Instead of having her fate at the rcy of others, dependent on their joys and sorrows, she preferred to hold it in her own hands.
Thinking this, Zhou Bai did not say much, but directly led the team inside.
Quickly, the mont they stepped through the city gate, all the goblins received a notification from the system.
[Dear displaced people, welco to Hope Village. The identities currently available for selection are: Visitor (10 copper coins/day), Resident (10 silver coins/permanent)]
When they saw this ssage, they were all stunned.
Because in their world, when they entered Human Territory, they had no choice at all.
Because unaided, there were no human rights.
But at this mont, they had them!
Mills instinctively looked towards Victor.
"Didn’t I tell you," Victor said with a smile, as so much that he had said before had not been as profound as experiencing it in person now!
Mills paused for a mont, then directly chose "Resident."
When he paid 10 silver coins and the display showed he had beco a resident, Mills felt tears welling up in his eyes.
And it wasn’t just Mills—all the goblins were experiencing this mont.
Regardless of what the future held, at this mont, they were excited.
They were no longer slaves, but residents!
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