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Chapter 702: Chapter 90 Goblin and Troll Chapter 702: Chapter 90 Goblin and Troll Aiwass took the information provided by the trolls very seriously.

Instead of speaking with them on the bustling main street, he purposely brought these trolls to a quieter spot.

Considering that coffee essentially comes from the southern continent, Aiwass did not take them to a café but to a restaurant owned by Star Antimony people.

He ordered a private room and a large amount of roast pork—directly requesting half a pig.

The trolls were evidently surprised and flattered.

Even in the Holy Nation, not to mention among the elves, patience with trolls was not common, let alone an attitude of relative equality.

“I’m fairly acquainted with your history,”

he answered calmly to the young troll priest’s stammering questions, “I can trade with you.

But it’s best not to try to deceive me.”

——Of course, Aiwass’s actual understanding of the troll species was not extensive.

After all, players had never set foot on the southern continent back in the day, and knew nothing about this land that gave rise to trolls and goblins.

He indeed knew about troll history, but only their origins, while he was completely ignorant about their culture, customs, and politics—if trolls even had such things.

For example, trolls and goblins were species that emerged in the same era from adjacent areas.

These species, with skin as rough and thick as that of a rhinoceros, ears that could catch the wind, and hooked noses, although some were extraordinarily tall with tusks and others were excessively short with fine, flat teeth, could also be considered close relatives in essence.

Even the reason for their birth was the same.

It was the “creation” by the Beast Master.

Trolls were a beastly species created by the Beast Master in imitation of giants, while goblins were a beastly species created by the Beast Master in imitation of dwarves.

The Path of Love possesses the ability for creation, like a womb nurturing life.

Witches create werewolves, the Son of the Moon creates new Sons of the Moon, the essence dropped by the moon can create Phantom Demons known as “monsters,” and the original fairies were born from the mountains, lakes, and forests.

And when the Path of Love was also known as the Beast’s Path, the Beast Master likewise had this ability.

He created at least a hundred beast herds—the first twenty, into which great effort was poured, were called “Noble Species”; the innumerable, strangely shaped ones in the middle were referred to as “Inferior Species”; and the last twenty were outright imitations of existing species.

Now, the created species have dwindled to less than a tenth, but a few still maintain their existence.

——The southern continent was the Beast Master’s “petri dish.”

He piled all his creations together, and after the “forbidden fruit,” they completely went out of control.

After a very chaotic century, they each occupied a piece of territory.

In the melee combat of low-level Transcendents, physical stature often played a decisive role.

With a height difference close to five times between trolls and goblins, the likelihood of goblins rebelling against trolls was even smaller than that of humans rebelling against giants.

But the goblins were smart, hence they were recruited by trolls as slaves…

Today’s troll language, as well as various ritual procedures, are creations of the goblins.

Soon, these smarter and more cunning goblins learned the art of sailing.

They escaped the troll-controlled southern continent and dispersed to various other continents.

Through trading, research, and stealing and imitating the skills of other species, the goblins quickly grew and became an undeniable species.

Most importantly, goblins and trolls had one thing in common—their bloodline had a strong infectivity.

No matter what blood was mixed or the gender, the children born to goblins were goblins, and those born to trolls were trolls.

It often required eight or nine successive generations of bloodline dilution to gradually weaken some of their racial traits.

This obvious racial commonality made goblins who were scattered around the world unusually united.

In theory, trolls were an optimized version of giants.

The Beast Master deliberately reduced their size and enhanced the trolls’ vitality, to prevent them from competing with each other for food.@@novelbin@@

Yet the optimized trolls went down a completely different path from their giant prototypes…

abandoning effort.

Because they were strong in stature, had rough skin, a strong vitality that meant beheading might not kill them, could kill all wild beasts in the field with their bare hands, were immune to most poisons, and were born with an innate understanding of “witchcraft” and “curses,” trolls were basically immune to most diseases.

Therefore, they did not even fear rainwater, and mosquitoes could not pierce their skin.

Such a formidable species, surprisingly, lived in large social groups.

Such a powerful species in the fertile tropical rainforest could not possibly have any natural predators.

And for this reason, trolls did not understand farming, building, or animal husbandry; their only means of obtaining meat was reliant on the hunts of the Hunters.

Because the produce of the tropical rainforest was abundant enough, even so, the trolls could be easily supported.

Therefore, after more than a thousand years, trolls had never been extinct on the southern continent, yet their civilization remained in a primitive social state.

But the goblins returned with vengeance, dominating the southern continent through more powerful technological products, cultivated Path abilities, and accumulated wealth, becoming the masters of the trolls.

However, goblins did not have their own nation, so their behaviors between them were not uniform…

Some goblin merchants did business with troll tribes, exchanging fragments of ancient technology, while other goblins looted or deceived.

Plantations and troll trades were the same; some trolls were violently taken away, some were sold by their own kind, some left voluntarily, and some were naively duped.

To this day, a few strong troll tribes linger deep in the southern continent, generally hostile to goblin merchants.

And obviously, trolls who do not belong to slaves yet can learn the human language, can only be of the priest class within those troll tribes.

If they could see the warrant and obtain the bloodied hunting mark, it meant that those who attempted to capture Aiwass came from the southern continent—a savage land teeming with fearsome wild beasts and even magic beasts that had not yet gone extinct, inhabited by goblins and trolls.

…

It seemed that after the Beast Master abandoned the trolls, some of them turned to Bear Celestial Marshal, didn’t they?

As Aiwass waited for the ravenous trolls to devour their food with greedy gulps, he propped his chin on his hand, pondering seriously.

It made sense.

For such a race, lacking in Wisdom and accustomed to brute force, it was not surprising that they would worship the Supreme Heaven that dominated the Path of Strength.

After all, even elves hardly ever went to the southern continent to convert others.

Aiwass even doubted whether the trolls knew that there were nine Pillar Gods and that Bear Celestial Marshal had long ceased to be from the Supreme Heaven…

Soon, the three trolls had their fill.

— These three massive beings, each averaging over two and a half meters tall and bulging with muscles, had eaten only half a pig despite not knowing how long they had been starving…

and that pig was not even particularly large.

Of course, there was also the possibility they didn’t dare to eat their fill in an unfamiliar environment, lest they lose their vigilance; on the other hand, it also indicated the traces of the Beast Master’s modification.

Compared to the Giants, the trolls required far less food in proportion to their size.

“Can you tell me now?”

With his right hand resting on a staff, Aiwass said leisurely, “What would you have me do?

Why must it be me?

“— And also, about the warrant for me.

Remember to explain it all clearly.”

“We came to the Holy Nation to rescue my grandfather,”

the brown-skinned troll replied.

“He was captured.”

“Your grandfather?”

Aiwass showed some interest, “Was it the owner of the shop we just passed who captured him?”

According to the characteristics passed down through the generations of the priestly caste, his ability to learn human language indicated that he was at least one of the first few children of the High Priest.

Hence, his grandfather should also have been a former High Priest.

How could such a powerful Transcendent be captured by a goblin?

They had intercepted Aiwass just outside the goblin merchant’s door…

Could it be that they had been loitering outside this shop, having something to say but afraid to go in?

“Not a goblin.

A human.”

The troll emphasized, “A…

human.”

He gestured, pointing at Aiwass, then at the patrons outside.

Then he picked up that stone and said in fits and starts, “This…

was also given to us by him.

To curse you.

Then he would give my grandfather back.

“He…

didn’t keep his promise.

He took my grandfather, brought him to the Holy Nation.

Someone told me.

We are smart, did not curse.

Father said…

forget it.

I said must, must, so I followed.”

After communicating for a while, Aiwass gradually understood.

A famous and powerful man had ventured deep into the southern continent and captured an old Ritualist.

Then, he gave the other Ritualists of their tribe Aiwass’s blood, telling them to curse Aiwass in exchange for the old man’s return.

But these trolls weren’t completely foolish—especially the Ritualists, who could learn multiple languages, which indicated they had some brains.

His father did not dare provoke that human and decided not to pursue the matter, while he, stubbornly wanting to rescue his grandfather, secretly boarded a cargo ship and stowed away, jumping off near their destination.

They originally intended to rescue the man themselves, but these three young trolls, having arrived in the Holy Nation, couldn’t speak with the locals, couldn’t understand the landmarks, and had no idea where to find the person.

Consequently, they decided to hunt Aiwass…

Since Aiwass was an enemy of that man, it implied that he might know where the other was.

Aiwass’s assessment was: a bit of brains, though not fully, but still a bit.

“…

Could it be remnants of the Noble Red?”

Aiwass narrowed his eyes and murmured softly, “Humans…

Humans who are followers of Bear Celestial Marshal?”

In the eyes of the Giants, humans are mere food.

That bear, would it truly have human believers…