Goblin Simulation: Building a Dark Empire-Chapter 168 – Misty Mountains

Time slipped away bit by bit.

It was unclear how long it took for the room to finally quiet down.

On the bed, Vanessa lay lazily in Amon's arms.

Li Meng gently wrapped his arm around Vanessa's waist.

The two quietly savored each other's warmth.

"Vanessa, do you know about the Ratmen tribe?"

Vanessa snuggled into Li Meng's embrace, finding a comfortable position.

"Yes, they're a subterranean barbarian tribe that loves to dig tunnels. It's said that the Ratmen's underground caves spread across the continent, even reaching beneath the sea."

Li Meng had thought the disappearance of the Ratmen was related to the Dark Elves.

Now it seemed he was overthinking it.

If the Dark Elves were closely connected with the Ratmen tribe, Vanessa wouldn't explain the Ratmen to him like this.

From Vanessa's words, it was clear she didn't know much about the Ratmen either.

"What kind of tribe are they?"

What kind of tribe?

Vanessa pondered for a moment.

After a while, her voice broke the silence of the room.

"They're probably the most voracious of the barbarian tribes. When they're hungry, they invade the surface with the intent to attack other races, devouring everything edible in their path."

Devour everything edible?

A hint of doubt flashed in Li Meng's eyes, and he fell into contemplation.

What he saw of the Ratmen tribe in the Goblin Forest was not like this.

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"Vanessa, do the Ratmen have any habits of animal husbandry? Like eliminating powerful magical beasts in the forest, leaving only non-predatory magical beasts and animals, selectively hunting some magical beasts and animals to maintain species numbers."

"Not really. The Ratmen don't do such things. When they invade the surface on a large scale and can't find enough food, they even gnaw plants down to nothing."

Hearing Vanessa's explanation, Li Meng realized something.

The actions of the Ratmen in the Goblin Forest were astonishingly similar to his own.

The only difference was that he never considered purposefully hunting powerful magical beasts.

"Amon, why did you suddenly ask about the Ratmen tribe?"

Li Meng grinned and shook his head lightly.

"Nothing, just a bit curious about this tribe."

Time continued to pass, and the night deepened.

As the full moon hung high in the sky, the throne tribe gradually quieted down.

That night, nothing more was said.

The next morning, the throne tribe was bustling with noise.

The Goblin commander led his followers out of the throne tribe from various gates.

The marching columns formed long lines.

The Goblins walked while playing and joking.

Only when the leader's scolding voice rang out did they follow the ranks obediently.

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To the west of the Goblin Forest lies a range of mountains.

These mountains are called the Misty Mountains.

To any race near the Misty Mountains, they are an extremely mysterious presence.

Those who accidentally enter often mysteriously disappear.

Those who go searching for them also vanish without a trace.

Over time, the Misty Mountains became a feared land of death.

Deep within the Misty Mountains is a place shrouded in mist.

Within the mist lies a massive valley.

In the valley is a huge crevice.

Within the crevice stands a gigantic black castle.

From time to time, a green glow emanates from the castle.

"Magic mirror, magic mirror..."

A low voice suddenly echoed from the upper levels of the castle.

It sounded like an incantation, "gurgle gurgle."

At this moment, in a room on the upper level of the castle, a hunched figure stood before a massive black mirror.

The black mirror seemed to possess a kind of magic.

It was impossible to look away.

"Stop calling me, can't you stop bothering me every day?"

A rough voice suddenly came from the black mirror.

"You filthy, stinking, mangy rats, go jump to your rat god, isn't it supposed to be very effective?"

"Hurry up and ask, and don't bother me for a year after this, or I'll curse you mangy rats."

"If you must bother me, at least triple the payment."

The Ratman in front of the magic mirror was already accustomed to its crude words.

He bowed and saluted the magic mirror.

"And I don't want your rat god's dimensional crystals anymore, I'm sick of them!"

The Ratman grinned, pulling out a crystal emitting a blue glow from his pocket.

"A Water Elemental King Crystal? Well, at least you mangy rats have some conscience!"

The Ratman carefully tossed the blue crystal toward the black mirror.

As the blue crystal touched the mirror's surface, ripples suddenly spread across it.

The Water Elemental King Crystal was absorbed into the mirror.

"Great Mirror God, can you tell me who the enemy was that caused the Ratmen tribe's eastern campaign to fail?"

"Tsk tsk, Skaven, why are you so foolish today? That question was pointless. But, seeing as you brought a Water Elemental King Crystal, I'll be merciful and tell you more. I don't know what's in the Goblin Forest, nor whether the Ratmen tribe's eastern campaign will succeed, because there's a power equal to mine in the Goblin Forest. Our powers interfere with each other, entangling our fates, so I can't predict anything with significant cause and effect with it."

"Alright, you can leave now. I'm tired and need to sleep for a few years. You better keep quiet for a while. The future of the human world on the southern continent is already a mess. I don't know which power has such strong influence, affecting such a wide range. Tsk tsk, Skaven, if your target is humans, you might take advantage of the chaos, but I can't guarantee a good outcome for you. Good luck, I'm out!"

Before long, the eerie aura from the black mirror disappeared.

Standing before the black mirror, Skaven's expression was uncertain.

He had thought the humans on the southern continent were easy to deal with.

He had thought he could easily take over the Goblin Forest as a logistical base for the future large-scale invasion of the southern continent by the Ratmen tribe.

He hadn't expected a power equal to a god to appear in the Goblin Forest.

"Could it be the demon tribe?"

The southern wastelands had been occupied by the demon tribe ten years ago.

Recently, there seemed to be signs of activity in the Goblin Forest.

"Heh heh, let's just wait and see!"

The room echoed with the Ratmen tribe's sinister laughter.

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Goblin Forest.

Throne Tribe, Throne Palace.

Time passed quickly, and it had been two months since the demon tribe incident.

Since the Goblins gathered at the throne tribe dispersed, the tribe quickly resumed its rapid development.

The Goblins in the south were rapidly expanding their territory.

New sub-tribes were springing up everywhere.

More tribes were needed to absorb the rapidly growing population.