Goblin Kingdom (Part 1)

Goblin Kingdom - Volume 2: Chapter 110: Old Blood, New Blood

StatusRaceGoblinLevel45ClassKing; RulerPossessed SkillsRuler of the Demon Children of Chaos; Defiant Soul; World Devouring Howl; Sword Mastery A-; Dominator; King's Soul; Ruler's Wisdom III; Household of the Gods; One-Eyed Snake's Evil Eye; The King's Dance at the Edge of Death; Magic Manipulation; Soul of the Berserk King; Third Impact (The Third Chant); Instinct; Blessing of the Underworld GoddessDivine ProtectionGoddess of the Underworld (Altesia)AttributesDarkness; DeathSubordinate BeastsHigh Kobold Hasu (Lv77); Gastra (Lv20); Cynthia (Lv20); Orc King (Bui) (Lv82)Abnormal StatusBlessing of the One-Eyed Snake; Protection of the Twin-Headed Snake

"Oh, if it isn't the esteemed chief. To what do we owe the honor of this visit?"

The man responsible behind the anti-Nikea sentiments, Nerou, lived in the western part of the village. The lands he owned were vast, being someone whose lineage traced back to many generations. The fact he lived in the western part, closest to the elves who were also in the same direction, was proof of his proud araneae blood.

This arrangement of the araneae village was because of the deep gratitude they felt to the elves, who quickly responded to them in their darkest hour. Their decision to live atop trees strung together by their threads was also because of their gratitude.

The Nerou Estate was built up slowly over the years, each tree carefully planted. The precise gap between each tree was proof of just how powerful and deep Nerou's lineage went.

"You should know why I'm here," Nikea said.

Despite those dangerous words, Nerou sneered back. "You came because of the goblins, I suppose."

"Obviously!" Nikea angrily said.

Nerou calmly spoke. "I don't understand why you treat them so favorably, but..."

Nerou's followers neared him to speak out words of complaints in accordance to Nerou's own thoughts.

"Why did you let them into this village?" Said one.

"Do you see those disgusting things as equals of us proud descendants of the crystals!? You must be insane!" Said another.

Nikea's followers spoke back against the jeers.

"If you don't want to obey the chief, leave!" Said one of Nikea's followers.

When it seemed like a battle of words would begin, Nikea ordered them to stop.

"Stop," she said.

Although she spoke only a little louder than normal, for someone like her who rarely spoke from the start, those words carried a power that was enough to silence her faction.

"What!? Are you unable to respond now that the truth has come to light? After all, you're nothing more than a commoner without a drop of noble blood!" Said another member of Nerou's faction.

The members of Nerou's faction kept adding oil to the flames, so much so that even Nerou felt that things were getting out of hand.

"Wait, I think that's going a bit too—" Nerou tried to stop them, but even he could not stop his own faction from spouting insults at their chief.

It was around this time that he saw a shadow from the corner of his eyes.

It was Nikea. By the time Nerou saw the color of her talons, one of his follower's head had already fallen.

It was unfortunate, but they had forgotten one terrifying fact. The chief that stood before them was in fact a distinguished warrior of their tribe. It was easy to forget with Nikea's quiet personality, but her power was the real thing, such that she was even known by a second name: Poison Feather.