Half a month later.
The outer Goblin tribes have all been cleared out, and the remaining Goblins have all fled into the depths of the plains.
After half a month of bloody battles, the warriors of the Night Tribe have made significant progress compared to before.
This progress was not reflected in their Transcendent Strength; half a month was not enough for their strength to achieve a major breakthrough, but it allowed them to coordinate and cooperate better on the battlefield.
Facing the Goblin Great Army that surged like a tide, each warrior had to deal with three to four enemies.
Even with superior individual strength, under Ye Zhan's intentional suppression, they had to learn to coordinate with their companions and resist the enemy, otherwise, they would be unable to face the mad Goblin Great Army.
If before they were like an open palm, only able to slap people with brute force, then now they were like a clenched fist, able to strike with more concentrated power.
"Concentrate our forces and advance into the depths of the plains." Seeing that the training was almost complete and the outer enemies had all fled, Ye Zhan no longer lingered. He gathered the main forces and headed into the depths of the plains.
At the same time, in the depths of the plains.
A giant Blood Red Vine grew here. The vine was thick and long, with branches as large as trees, making it like a Super Monster.
The vine grew beside a large rock, its blood-red tendrils intertwined, wrapping the rock tightly. Around the Blood Red Vine, a large group of Goblins had gathered. Unlike the Goblins on the outskirts, these had reddish skin and were more robust. If not for their distinct racial characteristics, one might not have thought they were Goblins.
"Those humans are too ruthless. All the outer tribes have been wiped out. Do we still need to watch?" a thin, somewhat aged Goblin elder asked, looking at the Tribal Leaders before him.
"They're just a bunch of trash. If they die, they die. With the Fruit of Life, they'll be reborn in no time," the Blood Red Goblin Leader, tall, fully armored, and exuding a terrifying Aura, said dismissively, not taking the fallen kin seriously at all.
In fact, this was true. Goblins had a low sense of racial identity to begin with, and the Blood Red Goblins, who had "evolved" into their current state, were fundamentally different from the Green-skinned Goblins.
If before, due to their individual combat power, they had to unite to resist foreign invasion.
Then in this land with no foreign enemies, where everyone was a Goblin, their kin were their greatest enemies.
Goblins fed on the fruit of the Blood Red Vine. The more vines there were, the stronger the nearby tribes became.
However, the growth of the Blood Red Vine required nutrients, which were the blood and corpses of other Goblins.
Every few years, a war would take place here, a war among the Goblins themselves. The losers became nourishment for the vine's growth, while the victors could go near the mother vine and become Blood Red Goblins.
"Then we just let them keep killing? More and more tribesmen are fleeing from the outside, and I'm afraid our food here won't be enough for them," an old Goblin Priest said worriedly.
"Although the number of those humans is not large, their strength is not weak. Even if we wanted to deal with them, it wouldn't be that simple."
"That's why I gathered you all here to discuss how to deal with them. Are we just going to watch them weaken us and then annihilate us one by one?"
"That sounds good, but isn't it because they're about to reach your 'Kala' Tribe? If those humans attack here, your 'Kala' Tribe will be the first to be destroyed."
"Do you think we'll survive if our 'Kala' Tribe is gone? Don't dream. If we unite now, we still have a chance to defeat them. If we delay any longer, and our tribes dwindle, then we'll truly have no choice but to die."
The thin Goblin slammed the table and stood up, "I know you're all afraid of losing tribesmen. As long as you're willing to send troops, our Kala Tribe is willing to take the lead and fight to the death with the Human Race army."
Upon hearing this, smiles appeared on the faces of several Tribal Leaders, and they all expressed their support.
"They've killed so many of our tribesmen, we really can't just stand by and watch anymore."
"I've always heard from our ancestors that the Human Race is powerful. I'd like to see how strong they really are."
"Our Moss Tribe is willing to send thirty thousand troops and dispatch three thousand of our own tribesmen to join the allied forces."
"Hass Tribe is willing to send ten thousand troops, two thousand of our own tribesmen, and one hundred 'Big Brutes' to participate."
The tribesmen referred to are the Blood Red Goblins. Due to their frequent consumption of Blood Red Fruit, the bloodline of some Goblins has undergone slight changes, giving rise to another type of Goblin, the Blood Red Goblin.
Compared to normal Goblins, Blood Red Goblins have a shorter growth cycle and a stronger innate Constitution, comparable to the Human Race. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they are all Transcendent Warriors.
However, precisely because of this, these Tribal Leaders also attach great importance to their own tribesmen.
After all, if normal Goblins are lost, another batch can be found from the outskirts; there are plenty of Goblins willing to serve them. But Blood Red Goblins are different. As the backbone of the tribe, if their numbers become too low, the tribe can declare dissolution.
The Human Race must be dealt with, but our own tribesmen cannot suffer heavy casualties. This is the bottom line for all tribes.
They can unite to deal with external enemies, but if they lose too many of their own tribesmen in the process, even if they win, it will be meaningless. Other tribes will not miss the opportunity to annex them.
Therefore, after the Kala Tribe declared its willingness to act as the vanguard, all tribes voiced their support and dispatched soldiers to help.
Soon, a Goblin Great Army of nearly two hundred thousand was assembled.
Looking at the Great Army before them, all the Goblin Leaders were full of confidence. They had never seen an army of this scale before. At this moment, they deeply understood the saying: unity is strength.
Perhaps they couldn't defeat humans in a one-on-one fight, but if they united, no matter how powerful the humans were, they would be overwhelmed.
Several leaders of the major tribes led the vast Goblin Great Army straight towards the outer Night Tribe Camp.
Two hundred thousand against thirty thousand, they couldn't find any reason for themselves to lose.
The march of nearly two hundred thousand Goblins was not discreet. They even kept calling for other Goblins to join them along the way.
As a result, their movements could not be kept secret, and Ye Zhan soon received the news.
"Interesting. They want a decisive battle? Then come. Let them see the valor of the Night Tribe warriors."
Ye Zhan sneered coldly and then ordered the soldiers to prepare for a bitter fight.
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