GOBLIN'S HAREM- CH-72. Rushing to the Elf Mother's Bed

At this moment, the Shadow Forest was shrouded in deep darkness. The silence of the forest was so quiet that one could almost hear their own breathing. Occasionally, a few nocturnal bird monsters flew between the treetops, flapping their wings and leaving brief sounds of wind in the air, adding a mysterious and unsettling atmosphere.

These sparse sounds echoed among the dense treetops, bringing a hint of life to the dark night but also making it seem more quiet and depressing. The towering giant sequoia trees stood in the forest like guardian gods, their branches densely intertwined, forming a light-proof sky. These huge trees stretched towards the sky, their branches and leaves so thick that they almost blocked out the entire night sky. Even the light from the stars and the moon could hardly penetrate this dense barrier, plunging the forest below into almost complete darkness.

In this environment, even the faintest light was precious. The air in the forest was moist and carried the fresh scent of trees, but these natural scents were also swallowed up by the shadows of the night, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression. Walking in such a forest, one had to be careful with every step, as if the whole world was quietly watching their every move.

On this lonely and uneasy night, every corner of the forest seemed to be full of unknowns and hidden dangers, causing every living creature to involuntarily speed up their breathing and heartbeat. However, such an environment was more suitable for goblins to carry out night attacks.

Even if the natural barrier of the tribe where the elves lived was dozens of meters high and formed a huge wall, as long as they were not discovered by the elves' sentinels, Lorraine would be able to climb up quietly with his goblin army.

Lorraine was the first to arrive outside the elven tribe and used his magic eyes to observe the situation of the elven guards on the barrier. As expected, there were only two guards, walking back and forth on the wall. It seemed that there were basically no monsters that dared to invade the elf tribe, and even if a large human army came, they would only be defeated. Thus, these elf sentinels had no vigilance at all and only looked up occasionally.

As expected, one is born in adversity and dies in comfort—this is also a universal truth in the other world.

At Lorraine's command, he ordered 100 goblin men armed with daggers to attack quietly with him and climb to the top of the elven barrier. At the same time, he left 50 goblin archers on long-range alert to provide fire support at any time. The big goblin hid near the city gate, waiting to rush into the elven tribe after the gate was opened.

As Lorraine's order was given, 100 melee goblins began to activate the [Climbing] skill, and one by one, like ants climbing a tree, they began to climb the city walls. The outer wall of the elven tribe was very smooth and flat, and even the demonized apes could not climb up. Fortunately, the second-generation goblins were very intelligent and knew how to use various tools. Since the outer wall barriers were made of vines, they stuck their daggers into the tree trunks as an aid, allowing them to climb up little by little.

After climbing up the city wall, Lorraine immediately used a dagger soaked in [Degraded Liquid] to stab one of the guards, covered her mouth and nose, and made her faint on the ground instantly. The other elf guard was about to start resisting when a goblin knocked him unconscious with a mallet from behind.

After knocking out the two guard elves, Lorraine took off the elf helmets on their faces and found that the two elves were actually middle-aged women with obvious muscles on their shoulders, without any feminine beauty.

Damn it! Another world scam! Who says all elves are fair-skinned and beautiful?

However, this was more in line with reality. After all, those who could serve as guards had to be the strongest elves in the tribe. Since there were no males in the elves, they could only select some strong females to serve as guards. They were the strongest among the elves, and with long-term patrols, guard missions, and daily training, their muscles had become so obvious over time.

However, Lorraine's target this time was not these guard elves but the elf mother of this elven tribe. Under Lorraine's command, the goblins acted quickly. Their movements were flexible and quick. The goblin army under his command immediately opened the elves' city gate and operated the huge wooden mechanism with ease. Immediately, teams of burly second-generation goblin archers and big goblins holding huge wooden iron-plated shields poured into the city wall.

Lorraine's eyes were cold as he waved his hand to order all his goblin men to disperse quickly. They went in all directions like a torrent and quietly moved towards the elves' tree houses. The entire action was executed in an orderly manner, showing the results of their long-term training.

At the same time, Lorraine himself was alone, wearing light combat equipment, holding a long sword, and marching towards the Elf Mother's bedroom. There was a flash of determination to fight in Lorraine's eyes. He had given clear orders to capture every possible elf, especially those with delicate appearances and frail bodies.

They must be captured with care and without any physical contact, using special "elf catching bags," which were green sacks. He strictly required his subordinates not to cause unnecessary harm to these elves during execution, and any elves that encountered strong resistance could only be killed when there was no other choice.

These precise and calm instructions made the entire operation, although full of violence and aggression, also full of planning and organization. As the goblin army advanced deeper, the entire elven city gradually fell into chaos and panic.

Lorraine soon arrived at the Elf Mother's bedroom. With the help of his magic eye, Lorraine easily located the Elf Mother. Without saying a word, he entered her bedroom and saw through the wall a plump and delicate elf young woman sleeping on the bed.

The Elf-mother Babel was lying on a large, soft silk mattress in her private chamber, her figure showing unparalleled grace and relaxation. She was wearing a light blue chiffon nightgown. The gauze was thin and transparent, as if it was shrouded in clouds and mist, and could only vaguely conceal her graceful curves, adding a sense of mystery and temptation that made people fantasize.

Her plump and full figure looked particularly charming against the delicate fabric, like a flawless work of art. Her long golden hair fell on the pillow like a waterfall. The soft light reflected on her golden hair, creating a faint luster, adding a touch of gentle glow to her delicate and flawless face.

The Elf Mother's red lips slightly parted, revealing a sweet smile. Her eyes were hazy and deep, as if she was immersed in a sweet dream. Her arms rested softly at her sides, the lines flowing and graceful, and every movement exuded royal demeanor and nobility. She exuded a natural and unpretentious lazy temperament, which made people involuntarily attracted by her beauty and aura.

On this quiet night, the beauty and temperament of the Elf Mother were as dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky.

Lorraine used his magic eyes to take in all the information about the Elf Mother:

[Individual Name: Babel]

[Race: Elf]

[Identity: Mother of the Shadow Forest Wood Elves]

[Level: 29]

[Skills/Talents: Elf Mother, Strong Maternal Instinct, Elf Sharpshooter, Holy Clone]

[Life Force: 300]

[Attack Power: 120]

[Magic Value: 100]

[Strike Resistance: 60]

[Magic Resistance: 80]

[Equipment: Elf Tree Bow]

[Current Hope Value: 90] (When the individual's hope value reaches zero, the individual will fall into despair and try to end their life.)

Unexpectedly, the Elf Mother was as high as level 29. If she were one level higher, Lorraine would not be sure he could subdue her.

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