Chirp~
Chirp~ Chirp~
Above the dense jungle, several birds flew over the treetops, and faint insect chirps occasionally sounded from all directions.
Nolan's figure was hidden behind a thick tree trunk and shrubs, his gaze calmly surveying this small Goblin tribe.
It was normal for there to be no "old" Goblins.
After all, Goblins are omnivores, and in situations of food scarcity, injured, disabled, or elderly Goblins would completely be treated as backup food.
However, the absence of young Goblins was a bit strange.
While Nolan didn't necessarily know much about the Goblin race, he had indeed learned a lot about the habits of these monsters from the "Rock" Squad.
June and July were the most active times for Goblins.
Because this was the period of extensive Goblin reproduction, they would not only hunt a large number of monsters and beasts in the forest but even leave the Tob Forest to prey on surrounding villagers.
Inside the small Goblin community.
As a group of Goblins returned with five human corpses, the remaining few Goblins who had stayed behind in the tribe immediately let out excited "wa-wa" shouts.
The Goblins in the back, who were carrying the corpses and panting, did not put down the bodies immediately but continued to carry them until they reached the low, haphazardly built grass hut in the center.
They placed the five human corpses at the entrance of the low grass hut.
Immediately after, the group of Goblins quickly retreated a distance, looking at the low grass hut with a mix of anticipation and fear.
Nolan's eyes twitched when he saw this scene.
Bang—
A tremor, like a beast's low growl, came from inside the low grass hut.
The next moment!
A figure over two meters tall, with a massive and heavy body and yellowish-brown skin, slowly crawled out of the low grass hut.
Ogre!
Nolan's eyes showed a sudden realization.
This was the Ogre that had almost wiped out the "Rock" Squad, so he couldn't help but remember it clearly.
"Hungry, hungry…"
The Ogre made a muffled groan while extending its two thick arms first, propping itself on the ground, and then standing up.
Its hairless head was covered with various sized fleshy bumps. One look was enough to send shivers down one's spine.
As its head lifted.
On the Ogre's hideous and vicious face, a small Goblin was being bitten in its mouth.
The small Goblin made no sound, hanging limply from the Ogre's mouth, clearly long dead.
The next moment.
Squeak—
A palm-sized tongue extended, coiling the half-bitten small Goblin into its mouth in one gulp, and it began to chew with a crunching sound.
Pale green blood splattered out as the Ogre opened its mouth!
All the surrounding Goblins, seeing this scene, trembled in place, even their breathing becoming quieter.
Witnessing such a barbaric and brutal scene.
Nolan frowned deeply, a feeling of disgust rising within him.
He finally understood now why there were no young Goblins in this small Goblin tribe.
This Ogre was injured!
Although there was some distance, Nolan could clearly see a large wound, bigger than a washbasin, on the chest of the standing Ogre.
A large number of flies were buzzing around the wound!
No wonder this Ogre's movements, both crawling out of the low grass hut and standing up, were somewhat slow.
For a monster like an Ogre, consuming a large amount of food was the best way to recover from injuries!
"Food!"
The Ogre's ferocious gaze fell on the five human corpses on the ground, and a look of excitement appeared on its face as it roared.
Immediately after, it raised its hand, grabbed a corpse, and began to eat it in large bites.
The hard human bones were like cartilage in the Ogre's mouth.
Seeing this scene, Nolan withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.
"This sense of impact truly is an extraordinary welcome gift from another world," Nolan murmured softly, reopening his eyes with a deep chill in them.
In his previous world, humans were the undisputed masters of nature; all other creatures were simply categorized as edible or inedible.
But in this otherworldly realm before him.
Humans seemed to have reverted to being a link in the food chain, hunted as prey. Such a sight gave Nolan a strange spiritual shock!
At this moment!
Besides disgust, an indescribable sense of shock and anger rose within Nolan.
This anger did not come from the Ogre's act of devouring human corpses before him.
Rather, it stemmed from the depths of his soul from his previous life, the primal wildness deeply rooted in the human soul that drove humanity from a state of raw consumption, step by step, to the very top of the food chain!
Whoosh!
His iron sword was raised and held horizontally across his chest.
Nolan's gaze was icy as he carefully observed the Ogre in the distance; its size was somewhat larger than the Ogre that had attacked the "Rock" Squad earlier.
Aside from this Ogre, the group of Goblins was not a problem.
This Ogre was injured, and now was definitely the best time to deal with it!
However.
Nolan did not rush forward immediately but waited quietly for the opportune moment.
Any creature, after eating its fill, will have slower reaction speeds and less physical coordination than when it is hungry.
It wasn't that Nolan was overly cautious, but he had to be careful.
Without detection abilities, Nolan naturally couldn't discern the Ogre's specific level, so he could only rely on the wilderness survival experience mentioned by adventurers in this world to make a judgment.
And coincidentally, Nolan had no experience in distinguishing monsters.
After all, he only had one life, and Nolan certainly didn't want to lose it due to carelessness or oversight!
For such a demi-human monster, relying on its massive size and strength far exceeding that of humans of the same level, it was safer to assume it was 2 or 3 levels higher.
Nolan recalled the racial information about Ogres in his mind.
Ogres possess relatively unique racial characteristics; most Ogres, due to their racial habits, will stay with Goblins.
The Ogre handles the fighting, and the Goblins provide food, forming a mutually beneficial relationship.
In this forest, most Goblin communities probably have Ogres, and the more Goblins a community has, the more Ogres it should possess.
Hmm!
Nolan noticed that the Ogre stopped eating only after devouring three corpses in one go.
Its gradually bulging belly and the hint of laziness on its vicious expression all indicated that this Ogre was full.
Nolan expressionlessly raised his iron sword and, with light steps, quickly approached this small Goblin community!
Since the Ogre had finished eating, the other Goblins finally showed signs of cheer and began to eat some tree fruits, rotten carcasses of small wild beasts, and some even ate leaves.