Few people know how little goblins became the world's strongest intelligence experts. Although they come in different sizes, the largest ones are probably only as high as the knees of ordinary people, and the smallest ones can only be held in the hands of humans.
If you dance on your hands and participate in a battle, the disadvantage brought by your body size will be fatal.
Perhaps body size does not represent ultimate strength, but in the history of the entire race for so many years, there are no well-known brave men or warriors. Apart from their excellent escape ability, they do not have any particularly outstanding racial talents, and naturally they do not have any outstanding records.
But he still manages to do very well in the main plane where there is no lack of racial competition. He even has his own chamber of commerce, affairs station and intelligence branch in the extremely exclusive human countries, which is quite impressive.
It’s not that no one has pursued the passwords of the goblins, but their ending is often that they disappear suddenly and silently, and when they reappear, they are full of words such as "Ah, fairy tale kingdom.", "So many cute little goblins", "Okay."
Delicious strawberry cake, but I really can’t eat it anymore, let’s give it to the little rabbit over there” and other crazy words.
Perhaps from these inferences, ordinary people think that the country of fairies must be fairy tales and cute, but there is always a huge gap between reality and perception.
"My God, the whole world is at war, and it's hard for me to do business. It seems like a tough winter is coming."
The one-eyed black goblin had a cigar in his mouth and a small goblin gun in his hand. He was still puffing away smoke as he spoke.
His body size has seriously exceeded the standard. From a distance, he looks like a ball, but there are colorful transparent little wings on his back. When he shakes, fluorescent pollen falls down. He seems to be the goblin who always plays the good guy in fairy tales.
Little fairy.
"...But in fact, the recent turnover has increased. To be precise, compared with the previous quarter, the sales volume of the Black Forest series of publications has increased by an average of 35%, and the sales volume of the flagship publication Knight of the Storm has increased by 91%.
The main decline was in peripheral products such as hero dolls, portraits, and toys."
A neatly ironed shirt and Western-style trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses that always represent wisdom, were worn on top of a short black fairy with a curved nose, dead fish eyes, and stinking pimples all over his face.
Violation.
It seems. No, judging from the nose ring on her nose and the bentwood staff in her hand, this is a little hag who always plays the villain in fairy tales.
"...The Principality of Kasolan is holding a New Year's celebration? Are you stupid? What is a small matter like this in a small country worth reporting? I'm going to deduct your salary...what? There is something important to announce at the celebration, most likely the breakaway from St. Anton.
Leo joins the Lan Alliance? I x, this is big news, you collect intelligence first, and we will send support to you immediately."
"Those trolls started to build city-states? Instead of swallowing up those poor villagers, they raised them? You're kidding me!"
The background of the discussion between the two goblins was the busy goblins. Some of them were shouting at a certain black crystal spell, some were pulling strings and tubes and yelling back and forth. Some were writing furiously.
, this chaotic scene is just like a busy editorial department before the deadline.
But the place they were in was not a fairy tale forest with green grass and blue sky, but a city full of civilization. The streets were full of busy pedestrians, and there was a buzz of people in the factory not far away.
The sounds of work, printing factories, toy factories, handicraft factories, all kinds of signs are clearly visible. If there is any difference between it and other cities, it is probably that the pedestrians on the street are all goblins.
The sky is overcast and there is no sunshine, but the lights along the road make this city a city that never sleeps. The little goblin did not build the city into a Lilliputian country because of his size. The reason is more here or other reasons.
The servants of the race, the giant monster with strong muscles, two meters tall but a silly face, can be regarded as a distant relative of the little monsters, and is their protector.
And this city of fantasy is not on the main plane, but on the gray shadow plane beyond the knowledge system. The goblins are not afraid of death and collect intelligence in various places. In fact, they don't know how to do it in Ai at all.
If they die on the other plane, their bodies in other planes are a special collection of shadow negative energy. If they encounter danger, they only need to disband the body.
But they are not immortal. They can live in this special negative energy plane, which is a fusion of energy and energy. They are a kind of strange semi-powerful creatures, like the shadow of other lives, and need the recognition of other races.
Only by obtaining an energy similar to the source of faith can we maintain a "living" state, otherwise it will be just a pile of rotten meat.
And this energy needs to be constantly replenished. Although they can eat, they can only taste it and cannot fill their stomachs. If they say they are hungry, they are about to die.
Therefore, from ancient times to the present, other races have become accustomed to these little guys who seem to be everywhere doing things, and even tacitly assume that they are members of the main plane, and they have gradually mastered the method of "removing existence".
Intelligence organizations all over the world, business transactions in dangerous areas, etc. are what they are best at, but the news and propaganda industry that is so developed in the Ashe plane are also created by them, but other newspapers combined are not as powerful as them.
, the timeliness of information that can come across planes is unmatched by ordinary life.
Of course, in order to enhance their existence, they always adapt or even create original stories and legends, so that various branches of their own race are constantly polished and debuted. Little fairies, little devils, shadow monsters, etc. are introduced one after another, and after discovering that the children
When the "energy" is the most delicious and stable, there are not only the Rangers who come to scare children, but also the legendary goblin who specializes in giving year-end gifts to good children, which also makes their toy factory open all year round.
The fat, dark-skinned fairy Blake is one of the top three bosses in the city. He owns four toy factories, two printing plants, and more than a dozen magazines, monthly magazines, and daily editorial offices. The "energy" he has obtained
"The supply can even raise thousands of goblins, and as a certain fashion, he even has more than a dozen concubines, including not only goblins and giant goblins, but even humans and elves from the main plane.
Why is it called fashionable? The reproductive ability of this kind of semi-energy life is completely different from that of normal life. It is similar to a kind of self-division after full energy. Their newly divided offspring have nothing to do with themselves. Those so-called concubines can probably only
Give it some energy.
But now, the little fairy boss is very troubled. He swears by his beard that he hasn't shaved in three thousand years that his business is in some big trouble.
"What? As a journalism industry in a 'grain-producing area', there will be no problems with the newspaper industry. As my deputy general manager, your vision is too short-sighted. I am even considering whether to replace you."
"Sorry, sorry. Boss, please give me some advice."
Although the feelings of the same race cannot be used as food, Blake liked to see the fear and admiration in his men's eyes. He took a strong puff of his cigar, spit out a few eye circles, and then said viciously.
"Humph, it's not because you, an idiot, have been following me for a hundred years. You see, the business of daily necessities is booming everywhere, but the sales of luxury goods have dropped sharply, and there are also wars between the races and big guys that suddenly appeared.
.This only means that a periodic disaster is coming soon - the Great Famine!"
"The Great Famine?"
The little hag Albert was a little dumbfounded. Could there be famine in the main plane? Or...
"Famine for us goblins?"
"Well. As long as those stupid big guys start fighting their so-called jihad again, a large number of people will decrease, and the amount of food we can get will decrease sharply. According to previous statistics, in fact, the final proportion of our population will decrease and the big guys will
They are the same."
In a sense, the number of goblins is determined by the number of lives on the main plane. There is a limit to how many humans can support a goblin. When the life on the main plane decreases in a large scale, the number of goblins will naturally decrease in equal proportion.
"Same?"
", considering that we later raised a group of big men as supplies, probably less than 3% of the big men in that world survived until the war."
As one of the few old goblins who survived the last great famine, Black himself didn't know how many little fairies he had spawned, but the tragic scene of corpses everywhere was terrifying just to recall.
And it is completely natural that a war that can change the dominant race on the earth can be fought so fiercely.
"That means we can only survive 3% this time!!"
"boom!"
Albert's screams full of fear echoed in the room, and all the goblins looked over. As a result, Old Black shot without saying a word.
Feeling the bullet grazing his face, Albert took a breath of cold air. He immediately calmed down and squatted on the ground to surrender.
Only then did he remember that the boss hated the meaningless screams the most. Last time, the giant demon handyman who yelled was sent directly to the main plane, and he didn't know how he died.
Seeing that the shot had missed, Black spat, but did not fire a second shot. Being a bit superstitious, he felt that since the opponent was lucky enough not to be hit, there was no need to fire another shot and waste the opponent's good luck.
"'Lucky boy, I hope you can be 3% of what you are this time.' Now you know where this blessing from our clan comes from. Don't be so bitter, we old guys won't look at it this time.
It’s a drama, at least we will find a way to let more big guys survive. Let all the department heads come over and tell us what we have to do. First, we need to let these big guys know the seriousness of the matter, and the end is right around the corner.”
"...Then what...are we going to do? Even if we run outside and say it, the big guys won't believe it?"
"It seems I really want a new deputy general manager. You are so stupid!"
The old fairy's eyes were fixed on the goblin reporters and editors who were busy again, and Albert suddenly realized.
"You mean to make a propaganda? Tell the big guys that we're in big trouble?"
"Well, this is also the conclusion we made back then. Now that we have spent so many years mastering the public opinion and newspaper industry of the big guys, it would be in vain to be idle like this. Tell the little guy, three times the overtime pay, tomorrow morning
We have summarized all the troubles before, and we will print a special issue immediately!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
ps: There is one more chapter, I guess it will be late, I will read it tomorrow too...
Well, monthly passes are too dangerous. Book friends who have monthly passes can support me...
