In the First Age, the goblins, relying on their brilliant alchemy, sailed across the Helka Inland Sea and entered the Eastern Mountains. There, they thrived and established a kingdom... Their capital, Twiwayn, became the most prosperous place in northeastern Middle-earth. Countless alchemical golems roamed the land, and a vast number of alchemists gathered there. This kingdom reached its peak in the Second Age. However, in the early stages of the War of the Last Alliance, the great goblin empire suddenly collapsed overnight. Countless goblins fled the capital, and that night, several great forbidden spells enveloped Twiwayn...
When Roland first read this history, he wondered how the Goblin Empire, the coalition's staunchest ally, could have collapsed overnight. It seemed the secrets were unfathomable.
"Betrayal? What do you mean?" Roland rubbed his chin. It was obvious that King Roland was curious about this secret.
"Damn elves! Hypocritical elven nobles!" Jesseava looked up and saw Vanlwe with a curious look on his face, and then he started cursing.
"Tsk tsk tsk! You have quite a bit of resentment!" The wise man Yun Feng, who was watching from the side, looked at the stubborn goblin with a smile.
"Who did I offend?" Van Erwei looked confused. He just came here to join in the fun and stroll around with Roland and the others, but who knew that he would be scolded by a goblin.
"Clang!" Vanerwei pulled out the sharp Manicati and placed it on Jesseava's neck.
"Okay, Mr. Goblin, I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language!" Van Erwei threatened with half-closed eyes.
"Haha! You're just a stray dog like me, what's there to be proud of?" Jesse Ava carefully identified Vanlwe's appearance and said sarcastically. It was obvious that the grassland elf without the nourishment of the magic well looked more vicissitudes of life than other elves.
"What?" Van Erwei was stunned for a moment, then reacted in an instant and almost pressed down the sword in his hand.
"No! Calm down! My lord, calm down! You are the man who is about to become the Elf King! Killing him will dirty your hands!" The elf soldiers on the side rushed over and two of them pulled Vanerwe back.
Van Erwe could only retreat to the side with curses. If he really chopped this thing off, his reputation would be ruined. Bards would compile his "glorious" deeds into poems and sing them in Middle-earth... From a 300-year-old grandmother to a babbling baby, everyone would know about the "great" achievement of a brave elf king who angrily chopped off a goblin.
"Bad luck!" Vanerwei turned and walked away, his eyes filled with the rage of having his wounds exposed. After all, the grassland elves were a wandering tribe, and the lack of a fixed territory was a pain for all grassland elves. Although they were temporarily staying in Roland, Vanerwei still wanted to find a piece of land that belonged to them...
"Alright, Mr. Goblin, I need to know your purpose. If you insist on not telling me... I, as the master of this place, can only order your execution!" Roland narrowed his eyes, a flash of murderous intent in them. Although Roland was curious about the secrets of the Goblin Empire, he didn't want to let this goblin go unpunished and cause intelligence leaks from his territory. God knows what this goblin has seen and heard. You have to know that besides alchemists, goblins are also famous for thieves! They are born night walkers. Stealing! Assassination! Reconnaissance! These are their specialties!
"My Lord, I have no intention of spying on your territory..." Jesseava's eyes turned and he thought of Roland's concerns. After all, the goblins' current reputation cannot be said to be punishable, but it can definitely be said to be to the point where everyone hates them. After all, the goblins have played extremely disgraceful roles in many major events.
"This has nothing to do with me. What matters is that you're standing on my land!" Roland interrupted Jesseava's defense. Although the goblins used to have their own glory and beliefs, now... forget it. You can't expect a bunch of goblins who can't even afford to eat to talk about credibility...
“…” Jesse Ava was silent for a while.
"It looks like you're not going to speak anymore..." Roland sighed.
"Drag him aside and chop him up! Renault! Make sure to purify his soul!" Roland ordered. Since he didn't intend to say anything, he should just shut up forever.
Perhaps humans and elves had betrayed the goblins before, but what did that have to do with Roland? For the sake of his own life and the lives of thousands of his men, he could kill them all. After all, it was better for his friends to die than for me. Roland was struggling to survive himself.
"Wait!" Jesse Ava kicked his legs and quickly broke free from the soldiers who were controlling him.
"Oh? Are you willing to tell me?" Roland turned around and smiled mysteriously.
"I want to talk to you alone..." Jesse Ava looked at the people around him, sighed and whispered.
"What do you want to do?" Caslo's eyes turned cold, and the sword at his waist was already half drawn out.
Renault also stared at Jesseava with a bad look. The holy war flame slightly gathered in the palm of his hand indicated that he could purify the goblin in front of him with a wave of his hand.
Although Yun Feng was still watching the excitement with his arms folded over his chest, two spell structures had quietly taken shape in his palms, and he could release them with just a thought.
"Okay, back off!" Roland glanced at the people around him who were facing a formidable enemy and smiled. If this goblin had any tricks up his sleeve, he would have used them long ago. Why would he have to wait until now?
"Mind barrier! Mind protection!" Yun Feng was still worried and cast two spells to protect Roland's soul and body respectively.
"Tell me! I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer!" Roland said to Jesse Ava while looking at the people who had retreated far away.
"Sir, do you know the past of the Goblin Empire?" Jesse Ava suddenly asked back.
"...I don't know, but if you're willing to tell me, I can listen!" Roland said calmly.
"We once lived in the Eastern Mountains, where our creative goblin ancestors built a prosperous city - Cuiwyn. We are good at alchemy, and we love alchemy! We used alchemy to create the most sophisticated puppets! Our puppets are the best in Middle-earth, and the Empire's puppet army is at its peak! Until the War of Wrath began... the elves asked us to join the war. They promised us to rule the entire northern wilderness, and let our territory extend to the Blue Mountains in the west, the sea in the east, all of Luen in the south, and the Far North Sea in the north! We were blinded by desire... We faced the army of Morgoth in the east, and we were weak in close combat, so those barbarians broke through the puppet defense line at all costs! Alas... the massacre began... the most elite goblin alchemists were slaughtered, and only a few wise men escaped..." Jessava's expression was full of grief and indignation.
"And then?" Roland asked curiously. Even if there were only a few wise men left, the Goblin Empire wouldn't be destroyed!
"Haha, we were severely weakened and abandoned by the elves. They never mentioned our original promises and refused to acknowledge our sovereignty over that vast land... We had no choice but to swallow our anger and lick our wounds in the eastern mountains..."
"But! When the War of the Last Alliance broke out, your human lords came to ask us for help again! They used sweet words to persuade the Goblin Emperor of that time! We joined the war again... This time we took the lead in heading south to attack the heart of Mordor! But we were besieged by the army of the Charioteers from the east, and our people suffered heavy losses! But the coalition forces did not stop! We could only retreat all the way to fight alone! But Sauron sent people to follow us! Nine-headed Chimera fell from the sky, and demonic dragon riders were flying wildly... Overnight the empire became a purgatory on earth!" Jesse Ava said sadly.