Few people know how the little goblins became the strongest intelligence experts in the world. Although they vary in size, the largest one is probably only the knee height of an ordinary person, and the smallest one can only fit in the hands of a human. Palm dance, if you participate in battle, the disadvantage of body size is fatal.
Perhaps the size does not represent the ultimate strength, but in the history of the entire race for so many years, there are no well-known heroes and warriors, except for the ability to escape, there is no particularly outstanding racial talent, and naturally there is no outstanding record. However, it is still very good in the main plane where there is no lack of racial competition. Even in extremely exclusive human countries, they have their own chambers of commerce, business stations and intelligence branches, which is quite impressive.
It's not that no one has pursued the passwords of the goblins, but their endings are often sudden and silent disappearances, and when they reappear, they are full of "Ah, fairy tale kingdom." "A lot of cute goblins", "Okay. Delicious strawberry cake, but I really can't eat it, give it to the little bunny over there" and so on.
Perhaps from these inferences, mortals think that the kingdom of fairies must be very fairy tale and cute, but the distance between facts and perception is always quite different.
"Gu Laozi, the whole world is at war, and Laozi's business is not good. It seems that a tough winter is coming."
The one-eyed black goblin was holding a cigar in his mouth and a small goblin musket in his hand.
His body size has already exceeded the standard. From a distance, it looks like a ball, but behind it has colorful transparent wings, and when he shakes it, fluorescent pollen falls. It seems to be a fairy who always plays a good man little fairy.
"… But in fact the recent turnover has increased. To be precise, compared to the previous quarter, the sales of the Black Forest series of publications have increased by an average of 35%, and the sales of the ace publication, Knight of the Storm, have increased by 91%. It's just the hero dolls, portraits, toys and other merchandise that have fallen."
The neatly ironed shirts and western-style trousers always represent the golden glasses of wisdom, but wearing a short black fairy with a curved nose, dead fish eyes, and a face full of stench, it is very Violate.
It seems, no, judging from the nose ring on the nose and the curved wood staff in his hand, this is a little hag who always plays the villain in fairy tales.
"... The Principality of Casoran holds a New Year's celebration? Are you stupid? What is there to report on such a small country and trivial matter, I will deduct your salary... What? There is an important announcement at the celebration, which is likely to be a departure from San Antonio. Join the Lan Alliance? I X, this is big news, you collect information first, and we will send support to you immediately."
"Those trolls started building city-states? They didn't swallow the poor villagers, they raised them? You're kidding me!"
The background of the discussion between the two fairies was a busy fair of fairies. Some of them were shouting at a certain black crystal spell, some were shouting back and forth with strings and pipes, and some were writing quickly. , This chaotic scene is like the busy editorial department before the deadline.
The place where they are located is not a fairy tale forest with green grass and blue sky, but a city full of civilization. The streets are busy with pedestrians coming and going, and there are still many people in the factories not far away. The sound of work, the printing factory, toy factory, handicraft factory, all kinds of signs are clear, if there is any difference from other cities, it is probably that the pedestrians on the street are all goblins.
The sky is gloomy and no sunlight can be seen, but the lights along the road have turned the city into a city that never sleeps. The goblin did not build the city into a villian country because of her figure. More reasons are here or other The servants of the race, that kind of giant monster with strong muscles and a full two meters height with a silly face, can be regarded as a distant relative of the goblins, and also their protector.
And this city's fantasy capital is not on the main plane, but on the gray shadow plane beyond the knowledge system. The goblins are not afraid of death to collect information in various places, in fact, they will not be in Ai at all. When the plane died, their bodies in other planes were a collection of special shadow negative energy. If they encountered danger, they only needed to disband their bodies.
But they are not immortal. They can live in this special negative energy plane, which is a fusion of energy and flesh. They are a kind of strange semi-capable creatures, like the shadows of other lives, which need the recognition of other races. Knowledge and recognition, and obtaining an energy similar to the source of belief, can maintain a "alive" state, otherwise it is just a pool of rotten meat.
And this energy needs to be constantly replenished. Although they can eat, they can only taste the food and cannot fill their stomachs. If they say they are hungry, they are dying.
Therefore, since ancient times, other races have been accustomed to these little guys who seem to be everywhere, and even acquiesce to them as a member of the main plane, and they have gradually mastered the method of "existence".
Intelligence organizations all over the world, business transactions in dangerous areas, etc. are their best skills, but the news and propaganda industries that are so developed on the Ashe plane are also created by them, but the other newspaper industries combined are not as powerful as them. , the timeliness of information that can cross the plane is unmatched by ordinary life.
Of course, in order to promote existence, they always adapt or even create original stories of various stories and legends, so that various branches of their own race are constantly grinding and appearing, and little fairies, little devils, shadow monsters, etc. When the "energy" of the company is the most delicious and stable, there are not only the Rangers specially designed to scare children, but also the legendary goblin who specially gives gifts to good children at the end of the year, which also keeps their toy factory open all year round.
The black-skinned, fat little fairy, the goblin Blake, is the top three big bosses in the city. He has four toy factories, two printing factories, and more than a dozen magazines, monthly and daily editorial departments. "The supply can even raise thousands of goblins, and as a fashion, he even has more than a dozen concubines, including not only goblins and giant demons, but even humans and elves from the main plane.
Why is it fashionable? The reproductive ability of this semi-energy life is completely different from that of normal life. It is similar to a self-splitting after the energy is full. Their newly split offspring have nothing to do with themselves, and those so-called concubines can only provide them with a little energy. .
But now, this little fairy is very troubled, and swears by his unshaved beard for three thousand years, his business has encountered some serious trouble.
"What? As a 'grain producing area', the news industry and the newspaper industry are fine. As my deputy general manager, your vision is too short-sighted. I am thinking about whether to change people."
"Sorry, sorry, boss, please give me some pointers."
Although the feelings of the same clan cannot be used as food, Blake likes to see the fear and admiration in the eyes of his subordinates. He took a cigar and spat out a few eye circles before saying viciously.
"Well, it's not because you idiots have been with me for a hundred years. You see, the business of daily necessities is booming everywhere, but the sales of luxury goods are plummeting, and there are wars between races and big men who suddenly appear. , it only means that a periodic catastrophe is imminent - the great famine!"
"The Great Famine?"
The little hag Albert was a little dumbfounded. Could there be a famine on the main plane? still…
"The famine of our goblins?"
"Well, as long as those stupid big men start fighting their so-called holy wars again, a large number of people will decrease, and the amount of food our family can get will decrease drastically. According to the previous statistics, in fact, the proportion of our population that last decreased and the size of the population will decrease dramatically. 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 range, the goblins will naturally decrease proportionally.
"the same?"
"Our goblins survived only 3.7% of the famine last time. Considering that we later raised a group of big men as supplies, the big men in that world survived to less than 3% after the war."
As one of the very few old fairies who survived the last great famine, Blake himself didn't know how many fairies he had split into, but the tragic state of corpses everywhere was terrifying just in retrospect.
And the war that can change the dominant race of the earth can be fought so tragically, it is completely natural.
"That means we can only survive 3% this time!!"
"boom!"
Albert's terrified scream echoed in the room, and all the goblins looked over. As a result, Old Blake didn't say a word and shot directly.
Feeling the bullet rubbing his face, he took a deep breath. Albert immediately calmed down and squatted on the ground to surrender.
Then he remembered that the boss hates meaningless screams the most. Last time, the screaming giant monster was sent directly to the main plane, and he didn't know how to die.
Seeing that the shot was flying, Blake spit, but he didn't fire the second shot. Somewhat superstitious, he felt that since the other party was lucky enough not to be shot, there was no need to make another shot and waste the other party's good luck.
"'Lucky boy, I hope you are the 3% this time.' You now know how this blessing from our clan came. Don't be bitter, this time we old guys won't be stupid. It's over, at least we will find a way to keep more big guys alive. Let all the department heads come over, what are we going to do, first of all, we have to let these big guys know the seriousness of the matter, the end is at hand."
"... Then how... to do it? Even if we go outside and say it, the big guys won't believe it?"
"Looks like I really want a new deputy general manager. You're so stupid!"
The old fairy's eyes stared at the goblin reporters and editors who were busy again, and Albert suddenly realized.
"You mean to do a publicity? Telling the big guys is in trouble?"
"Well, this is also the post-event summary we made back then. Now we have spent so many years mastering the public opinion and the newspaper industry of the big men, and it is too wasteful to be idle like this. Tell the little guy that the overtime pay is tripled, and tomorrow will dawn. Summarize all the troubles before, we will print a special issue right away!"