Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 107 - 93 Who Approves? Who Disagrees?_1

"Andy is dead," the Dog Demon spoke the plain truth, "He tried to trade grain with human merchants behind the Blackwell Tribe’s Leader, was carelessly discovered, fell into Blackwell’s ambush, and got killed."

"What? Why would he do that? How could he pull off such a thing?"

"No wonder Blackwell took back the grain they sold to us, the damn culprit turns out to be that bastard Andy."

"What to do? What do we do now? Having offended Blackwell, they definitely won’t sell us grain anymore."

"Why don’t we elect another Leader, have him negotiate with Blackwell’s Leader, and explain that the grain deal with the human merchants was solely Andy’s doing and had nothing to do with us. Assure them that we will continue to pay tribute and buy grain as before."

"That’s a good idea, that’s a good idea, but who will be the big Chief?"

"How about you do it."

"No, no, I’m not capable. I think it’s better if you do it."

"You should do it!"

The Goblin Chiefs were once again busily discussing amongst themselves.

In the matter of selecting a Chief for the Spirit Crystal Mine, they were not eagerly nominating themselves, but rather pushing it off on each other.

It was not out of humility that the Goblin Chiefs demurred, but because each had their own little scheme. They had just offended Blackwell, and who knew what the ruthless and fierce Leader of Blackwell would do?

Not selling them food was the least of it, for all they knew, the big Chief who went to buy grain would be chopped up in the blink of an eye.

The Dog Demon, however, was unceremonious, directly stating, "I will take the position of the big Chief."

"You?"

"It’s not impossible. Are you sure you can buy the grain?"

"As long as you can bring back grain, we will let you be the big Chief."

Almost without any hesitation, the Goblin Chiefs agreed. They were typically utmost pragmatists, hardly caring whether their big Chief was a Goblin or not.

"Who said I was going to buy grain?" The Dog Demon’s wolfish face revealed a smile, "Although Andy failed, the path he took was not foolish. We can’t be squeezed by Blackwell endlessly. Andy’s deal involved fifty large carts of grain, and together with the grain Blackwell has piling up like mountains, if we seize all of it, we will have enough grain for an entire year.

Then, we can mine ourselves, sell to humans, and buy grain from them. We might even take over that iron mine from Blackwell, and before long, we will become the largest Goblin Tribe around, even establishing the Goblin Empire. I will name you as Goblin Lords."

The Dog Demon painted a bright future for the Goblin Chiefs, the same path the Blackwell Tribe was currently on.

"No, it’s too risky. That fool Andy died because of this, didn’t he?"

"This matter is too risky. If the attack fails, we could be the ones getting destroyed instead."

"The risk is high, but so is the reward. If we succeed, we won’t have to be controlled by Blackwell anymore."

The Goblin Chiefs discussed animatedly, quickly dividing into three factions: those in support, those against, and those neutral. Their opinions varied.

With a cold face, the Dog Demon said, "Andy’s death was because he was too stupid. He shouldn’t have gone behind your backs to do this. Instead, he should have led you to attack, to ambush Blackwell. Only by completely eliminating Blackwell can the trade with human merchants proceed normally..."

"I firmly oppose. The way we have been living is good. If you do not wish to be the big Chief, I will be. I will go and explain everything to Blackwell’s Leader..." A Goblin Chief jumped out, his voice shrill.

But before he could finish, the Dog Demon had already disappeared from where he stood, reappearing in his true form of a Dog Demon, and with a crunch, he bit down.

Before the guards of this Goblin Chief could react, his head had been bitten off by the Dog Demon, and with a wild scratching frenzy, he was sliced into a bloody, indistinct mess. Visible life energy was being extracted from the chief’s corpse.

Ah!!!

A soul-piercing scream rang out and a faint Goblin specter was inhaled by the Dog Demon, who forcibly pulled it from the body and swallowed it.

The Dog Demon had been harassed by Gaven for so long and was forced into signing a soul slave contract, having quite a bit of his life essence drawn out. The Goblins, whom he ordinarily would not have noticed, had now become nourishment for his recovery. His once gaunt frame visibly filled out.

After finishing his meal, the Dog Demon raised his head and swept his gaze over the surrounding Goblins with orange eyes, grinning and asking, "Who agrees? Who opposes?"

Everything happened too quickly, and it was only then that the Goblin Chiefs realized what had occurred. They screamed, attempting to flee, but their legs were as heavy as lead, unable to move.

That was because the Dog Demon added coldly, "Whoever runs fastest, I will eat first."

No Goblin Chief believed they could outrun a Zuo Lang, no, a Dog Demon capable of a Flash Spell, even surrounded by a hoard of Goblin guards—he could reach them in a second or even instantly. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"I support the big Chief’s plan. If we had known the big Chief was such a mighty Dog Demon, we would have agreed sooner."

"Right, right, the strength of the Blackwell Tribe is just that detestable Half-Ogre and the Blackwell Chief. When the time comes, the mighty Dog Demon can just leap next to them, one bite each, and the remaining Gnolls will be easy pickings."

"I support the Dog Demon’s plan."

Under the threat of death, all of the Goblin Chiefs underwent a one-hundred-eighty-degree change in attitude, firmly and actively endorsing all the plans set forth by the Dog Demon.