Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 109 Black Beast and Goblins

Gebu's heart tightened. In this desolate wilderness, he had to be on high alert whenever anyone broke into the camp.

Not to mention a bunch of half-human, half-beast creatures!

By the firelight, Gebu quickly surveyed the beastmen in front of the campfire. Besides this half-deer man, there were two other creatures sitting by the fire. These two were less beast-like than the deer man; one had boar bristles on his neck and was fat and strong, while the other had weasel ears and a small nose, was short, and had sharp eyes.

All three were fully armed, wearing homemade animal hide armor. The boar carried two axes, the weasel carried a javelin, and the deer-man carried a longbow, with a quiver at his waist and a curved canine-toothed longsword stuck in the other side—weapons that didn't seem to belong to this region.

The half-deer man slowly stood up and pointed towards the campfire.

"Would you like to sit down for a moment, stranger? Don't be frightened by our appearance. This is a gift from the Immortal Forest to us, the Ansar. Like the halflings, we are a friendly and civilized race."

How could that be?! Gebu isn't stupid. These people are obviously uninvited guests.

The halfling instinctively took a half step back, his lower body tensing, ready to flee at any moment.

He waved.

"I won't go, please go ahead. By the way, have you seen my friend?"

"Your friend? When we arrived, the camp was completely deserted."

Geb glanced at the dwarf's tent... but there was no snoring coming from inside.

"Did you see that?" the half-deer asked his companion, feigning doubt. The wild boar grunted and muttered, "No."

The weasel shrugged.

The boarman was roasting a strangely shaped piece of meat over the campfire. The smell was so familiar... It was long and charred, and the shape of the bone... looked just like the shinbone of an upright creature.

Geb grew up in a goblin camp; what kind of meat hasn't he eaten?

A terrible possibility crept into his heart.

Hey, no way... Dulin disappeared all night and got roasted?!

The half-deer took a step forward, while Gebu took a step back, his body tense, every muscle poised to spring into action.

"In this pitch-black night, your friend is nowhere to be seen. Could he have gotten lost?" The deer-man stopped and asked with concern—his tone betraying a hint of mockery.

"Hehehe!" The weasel seemed unable to control itself and suddenly let out a cunning laugh. The half-deer glared at her, and the weasel quieted down a bit.

Gebu was startled by the weasel's laughter and replied after a few seconds:

"Oh, really? Maybe he went to meet up with the other guys... Our convoy has over twenty people, not far away... Stargazing, yes, Stargazing, they'll be back soon."

Gebu quickly fabricated a story. The workers had fled in such a hurry that they hadn't taken the donkey carts with them. Gebu and Dulin had rounded them up and tied them nearby, including Dulin's giant goat. At first glance, the camp appeared quite large.

"A convoy? About twenty people?"

"Ah, yes."

"Just one tent?" The weasel laughed again as soon as the half-deer man said it.

"Hehe! Hehehehehe!"

"Que'lok!" the half-deer man said angrily, and the weasel covered its mouth.

“We didn’t plan to spend the night outside,” Geb said stiffly, his voice hoarse. “You see that huge statue behind us? That was built by our caravan. One or two people couldn’t have built that thing.”

"Oh, this big guy, it's actually a statue." The half-deer looked at the wooden statue beside him with interest. "To me, it looks more like a troll."

After saying this, the half-deer man spoke something to his two beastman companions in Onsar, the boar chuckled, and the weasel chuckled—undoubtedly, he had told a rather crude joke.

Geb was about to run away, but the moment he turned around, the goblin's keen senses suddenly detected figures hidden in the woods... There were more than three uninvited guests!

The camp is now surrounded! One, two, three, four, five.

I wonder how many people there are!

In an instant, the goblin's mind became incredibly clear. Escaping from here wasn't as simple as casting a cloud spell and running away—it required an opportunity.

If there is no opportunity, then create one.

Gebu decided to try and calm the person in front of him with words first. They had an overwhelming advantage, but why weren't they in a hurry to attack?

Is it to extract information from oneself? Or is it to seek something from oneself?

Regardless, they had to boast first. A mere half-human, killing him was no big deal. Only people with status and position were of use.

"This is a statue of the god Obak. Even if you're not from here, you should have heard of Obak's name." Gebu suddenly puffed out his chest, looking fearless. "Everyone in the kingdom is an Obak follower, including the nearby town of Chifang. If a follower is murdered in the kingdom, the local lord and his soldiers will not let the murderer off the hook."

"Oh, judging from this, you must be a very devout believer to have built such a large statue."

"Yes, O'Bak, I'm not just a believer, I'm Father Geb in the church—in other words, a very important person. Everyone in town knows I'm here, and if I disappear or die, people will suspect the stranger first."

Upon hearing the word "priest," the boar-man suddenly stood up from beside the fire, his mane bristling, and glared, shouting:

"Ma-vatra! Tito Ma-vatra?" he roared in a language Gebu didn't understand. Although he couldn't understand the words, his anger was palpable.

"Que'lok! Bor-y. That's not him. Are you blind?"

"...They all look the same," the boarman complained unhappily.

"Please forgive my companion, the shaman... priest, he is still not accustomed to human etiquette." The deer-man's tone was surprisingly polite, whether it was a deliberate joke or he was genuinely taken aback.

"Are you really a priest?" he continued to ask.

"Obak, sir," Geb swallowed hard, speaking calmly. "Excuse my bluntness, but what are your intentions in breaking into my camp in the dead of night?"

"Intentions?" The half-deer paused, tilting his head slightly. His antlers cast long, twisted shadows like spider legs in the firelight. "We're just hunters, trying to make a living in this forest."

"Hunters, what are you hunting?" Gebu asked, enunciating each word clearly.

"It's just a small thing." The half-deer finally straightened up, and Gebu then realized that this guy had been half-squatting since the beginning. When he straightened his back, he was more than two meters tall, and his limbs were disproportionately long, like a withered tree.

"...a little creature driven out of the forest by the wildfire."