I, the Goblin King: Rise to Dominate the Other World

"Humph, just a bunch of goblins. Leave it to the Blizzard Brave Squad to handle."

At this moment, several people in silver armor walked into the tavern.

The 'diamond' badges on their chests were dazzling.

They were a team of diamond-ranked adventurers, averaging around level 60, their strength beyond question.

Each of them had undoubtedly hovered between life and death countless times.

The captain of the Blizzard Squad was named Cecil, a young man exuding a noble aura.

Seeing him, many people raised their glasses in greeting, "Ah, it's Prince Cecil. How is the Count doing these days?"

"Thank you for your concern, everything is well."

Cecil removed his helmet and replied.

He, like Loder, was of royal blood, and his family held the title of Count.

"Isn't Prince Cecil known for hunting high-level magical creatures? Why bother with goblins this time?"

The tavern owner asked while pouring drinks.

Cecil took a sip of the drink and handed it to someone beside him, finding it too poor to enjoy.

"It's because of my useless cousin. He got captured by goblins, so I decided to handle it personally."

"I see."

The tavern owner felt a bit embarrassed, as that was his best drink.

But he didn't mind too much, considering Cecil was royalty and likely used to better.

At this moment, an even more arrogant voice sounded from the doorway, "Heh! Cecil, you think you can handle it alone? Am I here for nothing?"

An old man with white hair slowly walked in.

He held a long red crystal staff, his long white beard flowing, and wore a gray wizard hat that looked very old.

"What! The Gray Hat Wizard, Gru! He's here too!"

The tavern buzzed even louder!

This Gray Hat Wizard was once an evil sorcerer, feared by many! Hence his arrogance.

But later, for unknown reasons, he reformed and founded the Gray Hat Brave Squad.

Upon its founding, it was immediately granted a diamond rank badge.

Several other gray hat wizards followed him.

Cecil remained courteous, not losing his noble demeanor, "Master Gru, it's an honor."

"Hmph, cut the crap. I'm broke, really broke. If you want me out, pay up, a thousand gold coins, and I'll leave now!"

Gru looked old, but his voice was strong and firm.

He seemed to have them cornered.

Cecil smiled wryly, "A thousand gold coins? That's no small amount. Master Gru, how about we negotiate?"

"No negotiation, not a single coin less. If you don't have the money, I'll ask your father!"

Gru said firmly.

He acted like an old rogue, showing no respect for his age.

As they were arguing, a voice from the edge of the tavern interrupted, "How amusing, thinking you can perform just because the Sword Saintess is down? Don't forget, that cold-blooded woman is also here in Bright Town."

"Cold-blooded woman?"

"Who? Never heard of her."

"You idiot, don't you know? The epic adventurer! Lucy Lina! A cold-blooded mercenary team!"

"Damn, why are such dangerous people here? I heard she kills anyone for money! Several philanthropists died at her hands!"

"Shh! Shut up, or you'll get your throat slit!"

At the mention of her name, the entire tavern fell silent, no one daring to make a sound.

They feared falling victim to her blade.

In the corner, the cloaked man spoke again, "Haha, a bunch of cowards calling themselves adventurers? Go home and drink milk."

"Oh? You are... the Wandering Brave?"

Cecil recognized the man, another diamond-ranked adventurer.

He wandered the world, his name unknown.

The Wandering Brave was surprised, "I didn't expect a noble like Prince Cecil to know the title of a commoner like me. I'm honored."

"You're too modest. So, three diamond-ranked adventurers are here, along with that cold-blooded mercenary team, Lucy Lina."

Cecil pondered.

A diamond-ranked adventurer team didn't mean all members were diamond-ranked.

Usually, there was only one.

For example, the Wandering Brave, Cecil of the Blizzard Squad, and Gru of the Gray Hat Squad. These three were diamond-ranked, while their team members were mostly platinum or even gold-ranked.

It's said it's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.

But there were teams entirely composed of diamond-ranked adventurers, though very rare.

The Wandering Brave spoke again, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not interested in messing around with you. Goblins disgust me."

"Ah? Then why are you here?"

Cecil was puzzled.

Bright Town was a remote place in the Lionheart Empire, taking considerable time to reach.

The Wandering Brave chuckled, "Would you believe me if I said I just happened to wander here?"

Everyone rolled their eyes at him.

What does the word adventurer mean?

It means going on adventures, facing dangers, not just passing by.

"Haha, just kidding. I'm not interested in goblins, but Dragon Island, now that interests me. If I can slay an ancient dragon, I might become a legend."

The Wandering Brave said expectantly.

Dealing with goblins was nothing compared to slaying dragons.

That's why he came here.

Moreover, many weren't here for the goblins but for the dragons.

The Wandering Brave added, "By the way, a reminder, goblins may be low-level, but don't be fooled by that. Many goblins are indeed low-level magical creatures, but they can evolve. They have no reproductive isolation and can produce stronger offspring. Especially evolved goblins, they are terrifying!"

"Hehehe, that's true. I've lived nearly a hundred years and seen more goblins than you've seen women."

Gru's previously arrogant voice turned serious, "Their race is one of the strongest in the world! They've existed since ancient times, always the enemy of all races, and despite being hunted for thousands of years, they haven't been wiped out.

Hehehe, do you think goblins can be underestimated? If not for the three hundred gold coin bounty from the royal family, I wouldn't bother with this mess."

Cecil, being humble, became more cautious after hearing this.

Thinking carefully, even the Sword Saintess was driven to despair and lost her will to fight.

These goblins might indeed be extraordinary.

They had analyzed it, not mindlessly thinking the Sword Saintess couldn't handle goblins.

Various factors, like deaths in Bright Town, dragons, several royal knight squads perishing, long-term standing guard, and so on, led to this outcome.

Though tarnished, it couldn't overshadow the Sword Saintess's brilliance.

"Alright then, Master Gru, let's team up to deal with those goblins. I'll give you the gold coins, and I won't take any reward."

Cecil finally decided.

His purpose wasn't the bounty but to eliminate the goblins as his family instructed, proving their family's superiority over Loder's.

Indirectly proving to the king that their family was far superior to the Stanmon family.

But now, to ensure success, it was better to team up with others.

Gru's old eyes twinkled with a sly smile, "Haha, alright, since Prince Cecil is so generous, I won't refuse! Together, we can handle even the Goblin Overlord!"

"Ah, seems the three hundred gold coins are out of our reach."@@novelbin@@

"Never mind, let's just enjoy the show."

"Our main goal was to see the Sword Saint's embarrassment, and we've achieved that."

Some sighed, some lamented.

They had hoped to try their luck with the goblins for the three hundred gold coins.

But with two diamond-ranked adventurers teaming up, there was no chance.

Cecil, Gru, and the others quickly gathered their things and left the tavern, finding an open space on the street to discuss their battle plan.

"In my opinion, let's use brute force. The Sword Saint failed because she was restrained and couldn't act."

Gru shared his thoughts.

Cecil remained cautious, "There are too many unknowns. We should first locate them, observe, and then make detailed plans."

"Youngsters are so cautious, too troublesome. Leave these tasks to you then."

Gru grumbled.

Cecil didn't refuse, "That works. Hmm? Wait!"

He looked towards the entrance of Bright Town.

A mysterious figure, fully clad in rusty armor, approached. The armor was so tight that not a single finger or patch of skin was visible.

It was the kind of heavy armor with extremely high defense.

Ordinary people would struggle to take a few steps in it.

The key was the broad sword on his back, yes, a broad sword!

Half a meter wide, one and a half meters long, a massive weapon.

"Goodness, that guy is a real oddball."

Cecil couldn't help but say, but seeing his likely strength and being alone, he considered recruiting him, "Hey! Sir, care to sit and chat?"

Hearing someone call, the heavily armored figure slowly walked over.

"What's the matter?"

He asked, his voice deep and imposing, likely using a voice changer.

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This piqued Cecil's curiosity even more, "How should I address you? Why wear such heavy armor and conceal your voice?"

"That's my personal business. If that's all, I'll be leaving."

The heavily armored figure turned to leave.

At this moment, Gru spoke, "Didn't expect the Goblin Slayer to come here, or rather, it's expected. Care to chat?"