The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Sandy led dozens of goblins up the hill with Randolph on his back.

"You are too slow!"

Ansel said impatiently.

The grand voice rang in their ears, and all the goblins looked up and held their breath for a moment.

Ansel's mountain-like figure brought them an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The goblins fell to their knees on the ground, and even some timid goblins urinated directly and threw a pool on the ground.

Ans El stretched out his claws in disgust, and attached his soul-sucking blow to it, and the goblin lost his life with a single pinch.

Killing this group of goblins is no more difficult than killing ants.

These goblins are all old, weak, sick and disabled. The only normal Shandy is also a goblin with a brain problem.

With just one claw, dozens of layers of Soul-Draining Blow can be harvested, but Ans El is not in a hurry to kill them.

The corpse of the dead goblin fell to the ground like a rag, and the other goblins were lying on the ground shivering, daring not to make any movement.

"Sir God, calm down!"

As the patriarch, Randolph spoke under tremendous pressure.

"Humph!"

Ansel said with a cold snort.

"Stupid and despicable goblins, if you want to become my family and obtain my protection, you must prove your worth."

"May I ask the great gods, how can we dedicate the loyalty and value of the hill tribe?"

Randolph asked respectfully.

"Each of you must attract a beast to prove that you are not worthless."

Ans El said, he wants to rest now. He thinks that these goblins can't beat the beasts. He can only let them attract them and kill them with his own hands.

"This?"

Randolph had an embarrassed look on his face, and the other goblins were also trembling in fear.

The beasts here are at least a dozen meters high, how could these weak and crippled goblins attract them.

"Sir God, none of our clansmen are strong, can I ask you to grant us the grace of God so that we can resist the brave beasts?"

Randolph prayed.

Ansel opened his mouth wide.

The strong wind blew, and the goblins clinged to the ground, for fear of being blown away.

The wind and waves subsided, they opened their eyes, and there were some sharp swordsmen and magic props in front of them.

"A miracle! It's a miracle!"

The goblins said excitedly, they hadn't even seen a storage ring.

Of course, this was taken by Ansel from the storage space in his body.

These props were found in the Frost Nest and the Winter City Lord's Storage Ring before, and they have no effect on a life like Ansi Er.

But for this group of weak goblins, this is undoubtedly a gift from the gods.

Unable to resist the temptation of power, these greedy goblins stood up and leaned towards the magic tool in front of them.

"Humph! I haven't told you to do it yet!"

"Sir God, calm down!"

The magic items in the hands of the goblins were so frightened that they fell to the ground, and they immediately fell to the ground.

Ans El said after they had laid down respectfully.

"You can only go alone with one goblin at a time."

The goblins turned their heads to look at each other. They were all a group of old, weak, sick and disabled. If they used magic props together, they might even hurt the beasts.

The reason why Ans El made such a request was because he couldn't trust races like goblins at all, and he was worried that these goblins would run away with their magic tools.

But he didn't have any means of signing a contract, so he could only let them go one by one, while the other goblins stayed as hostages.

However, Ansel will not give them a way out.

Ansel's huge dragon claws pointed at one of the sturdy goblins, and green starlight poured into his body.

He is considered strong among the goblins, but he is missing a left arm.

The starlight poured into his body, and he felt warm all over. The severed part of his left arm was slightly itchy, and an arm slowly grew out.

With Ansel's current vitality, helping a little goblin to restore an arm doesn't feel at all.

"My hand is healed! My hand is healed! Thank you, the omnipotent God, for your precious grace!"

The strong goblin thanked him happily.

The other goblins looked at this goblin with admiration, and thin flames of faith emerged from their bodies and entered Ansel's body.

These goblins are just superficial beliefs, not even ordinary believers.

The Strong Goblin, on the other hand, burst out with a much richer flame, and was considered a commoner with a deeper belief.

Is it just ordinary people to recover an arm?

Ansier wondered in his heart.

He thought that there would be at least one more mad believer, but he still took the matter of faith too simple.

The mad believers regard the gods as the first in life, but most of the living beings are selfish.

Believing in gods is just to hope that you can make a profit, but in essence, you still regard yourself as the first.

Ansel couldn't help but look at Shandy, the silly goblin kneeled on the ground reverently~www.novelmt.com~ As if he did not feel strange about Ansel's actions.

Obviously, he just glanced at Ansel, but because of his huge size, Sandy had a fanatical belief in him.

Ans El had to sigh, maybe a fool really has an advantage over ordinary people in terms of belief.

Shallow belief is the most unbelievable. Many people, including magicians, may believe in a **** for a while at a certain time, but they forget it in a blink of an eye.

Those goblins who were disabled or had old illnesses looked at Ans El, hoping that he could once again bring down the grace of God to heal them.

Although Ansi Er is a good dragon, he will not do charity to evil races, he said.

"Every time you have a goblin that passes the test, I will heal the next one. Don't think about running away from your race, I'll hunt you down to the end of the world, don't try to challenge the wrath of a god."

Anselm is half temptation, half warning.

"I'm going to attract beasts, I'm going to be the first goblin to pass the test of the gods, and I'm the most heroic goblin warrior!"

Sandy volunteered, as if unaware of the danger.

Of course the other goblins were very happy to have such a fool.

Ans El stopped him: "You are not allowed to go, you have passed the test, you are the most valuable goblin among them."

This is the only fanatic of Ansi Er, and he still has to do some research, such as the skill [Blessing] of the first stage of the long-order ascension.

Ansel pointed to the Goblin Road that had just restored his left arm.

"You'll be the first to go."

"Ah~ me?"

Before this goblin woke up from the joy of recovering his arm, he was about to face the test of life and death.