Goblin Simulation: Building a Dark Empire

"Woof Woof!"

Beside it trotted a round, red Skuggs, looking quite adorable with its less than half-meter height.

"Great King, Great King!"

The appearance of the Great King sent the army outside into a frenzy.

Goblin soldiers of all sizes, clad in armor, shouted fervently.

Standing outside the East Gate, Li Meng surveyed the Goblin army before him.

Due to a change in strategic decisions, the forces had increased from fifty thousand to a hundred thousand.

Regardless of whether the various tribes of the southern wastelands were willing to turn against them, this time, Li Meng was determined to wipe out the demon tribe in one fell swoop.

"Report, report!"

At that moment, a centaur burst out of the forest, galloping and shouting, causing the Goblin army to fall silent.

In just a few breaths, the area outside the East Gate was utterly quiet.

Wherever the centaur passed, Goblins stepped aside.

The only sound across the wasteland was the clatter of the centaur's hooves.

The centaur stopped before the Great King, bent over, clutching her chest, and bowed her head.

"Great King, seventy thousand demon troops have set out and are marching towards the Ogre Mountains!"

"Aima, continue to monitor the demon tribe's movements. We must not let them discover our presence."

"Yes, Great King!"

Aima turned and resumed her run, her figure exuding a heroic grace.

Aima was the captain of the centaur queen's guard, assigned to his side by Margarita a month ago.

Along with her came a hundred-member scout team.

Aima's task was to relay information, while the scout mission was another arrangement by Li Meng.

As she ran through the Goblin army, Aima was astounded.

She finally understood why the queen had chosen to submit to the Great King.

Who would have thought that such a powerful Goblin force would have emerged unnoticed in the Goblin Forest?

At this moment, Aima realized the Great King's might, just as the queen had said.

The centaur tribe's allegiance was not to the Goblins, but to the Great King.

With the "clatter" of hooves, Aima dashed into the forest.

Meanwhile, outside the East Gate, Li Meng raised his Big Iron Rod high.

"Guys, do you want to feast on beastman meat?"

"Yes, yes!"

The Goblin army erupted with excitement, all responding loudly to the Great King.

"Guys, do you want to feast on ghost beastman meat?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Ha ha ha, then let's go crush the demon tribe!"

Li Meng laughed heartily, roaring with anger.

"Crush the demon tribe, crush the demon tribe!"

Li Meng pointed his Big Iron Rod to the northeast.

"Guys, move out!"

With Li Meng's command, the hundred thousand troops turned in unison.

Led by the Goblin commanders, the massive army orderly surged into the northeastern forest.

The rumbling footsteps echoed across the land.

The grunting of wild boars resonated through the air.

The sound of rolling wheels mixed with the footsteps.

The entire army resembled a wave gradually swallowed by the forest.

"Let the war come even more fiercely, ha ha ha!"

Outside the East Gate, Li Meng laughed loudly, shouldering his Big Iron Rod, striding along with the army.

Wherever he passed, he was met with the fervent gazes of the Goblin followers.

Benben and a group of Ogres followed behind their leader.

The cave ogres trailed behind the Ogres.

The massive units made the most noise during the march, adding an intimidating presence.

It was as if mountains of flesh were pressing forward.

"Master, you can communicate directly with Margarita!"

As soon as they entered the forest, Xiao Bai's voice echoed in Li Meng's mind.

Xiao Bai's words made Li Meng's eyes light up.

If he could communicate directly with Margarita, that would be wonderful.

"Better not, Xiao Bai. Don't let Margarita discover she's been parasitized."

No one would want an extra bug inside their body.

"Master, Margarita's body is undergoing changes. She can feel it and is already suspecting it has something to do with you."

"Xiao Bai, has she become stronger?"

"Yes, I am enhancing her body through your magic power."

"It's great to have a powerful ally!"

"Master, you could lie, say you signed some kind of contract with her, which made her stronger. The power of the contract allows you two to have a mental connection, enabling communication even across great distances."

"Xiao Bai, aren't you asking me to lie? I'm not used to that."

"Master, I'm not an outsider."

"Uh... hmm, let me think about it."

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the southern wastelands.

In the vast wilderness, a massive army was marching.

The rumbling footsteps echoed across the land.

The long army formed a dragon-like line moving through the endless wilderness.

In the army were centaurs clad in leather armor, Pigmen tribe in simple iron armor, furry Gnolls, and tall, mighty green beastmen.

Among the centaur ranks, Margarita, wearing a crown, marched with the army.

She glanced at the figures riding war beasts ahead of the formation.

A flash of hatred crossed Margarita's eyes.

It was those ghost beastmen who brought the centaur tribe to the brink of extinction.

Even if all the men were dead, they had to muster no less than five thousand troops.

The women had to take up bows and join the expedition.

"Margarita, Margarita!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in her mind.

Who was calling her?

Margarita looked around, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Around her were only the sisters of the queen's guard, walking silently.

"It's me, your Great King!"

"Great King?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Margarita's eyes.

How could the Great King's voice appear in her mind?

"Queen, what did you say?"

Margarita's call of "Great King" caught the attention of the nearby centaurs.

"Nothing, nothing!"

"Great King, how are you in my mind?"

Margarita asked in a low, puzzled voice.

"Remember when I kissed you before you left?"

Margarita's face flushed slightly.

Of course, she remembered, she couldn't forget it.

"I said I would make you stronger, so I signed some kind of contract with you. Now our minds are connected, allowing us to communicate mentally even across great distances. How does it feel to be stronger?"

Margarita looked down at her hands.

Over the past month, she could feel her body undergoing some kind of change.

Giving her greater strength, endurance, and reflexes.

And this change was ongoing.

"I won't allow you to refuse. You are my queen. Before you die of old age, you must not betray me!"

Margarita took a deep breath.

She smiled slightly, looking up at the sky.

"Great King, I will not refuse this power. As long as the Great King treats the centaur tribe well, the queen of the centaur tribe will always be your queen, passed down through generations, never to betray!"