Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager

"Why are we considering so many factors? Isn't it just a group of goblins on the other side?"

Mason swore at himself under his breath and raised the heavy hammer in his hand.

"Warriors of the Esper Kingdom, when did you become afraid of goblins? Now these despicable creatures are right in front of us. Join me in conquering them!"

With Mason's command, the special forces charged towards the surrounding goblins.

Buwana also slowly raised the hammer sword in his hand.

"Goblins, fight back!"

Immediately, goblins and humans tangled together, making it hard to tell the winner for a while.

Buwana stood his ground; as the head of the army, his steady presence was a stabilizing force for the troops.

"Damn it! When did goblins become this strong?"

"Would you like to join us? There's endless luxury pain waiting aaahhh..."

The battle between both sides was intense, with neither able to defeat the other for the time being.

For the goblins, this was already a significant victory.

Normally, the combat power of an adult goblin is less than that of a normal human male. But under Buwana's training, these goblins, wielding crude weapons, could fight back and forth with well-equipped humans.

"I need to get onto the battlefield too, Miss Bone Frame, a general who only lets his subordinates bleed is not a good general."

The goblin's eyes sharpened as they watched the battlefield, preparing to join the fight.

"Wait, Mr. Buwana, please let me lend you a hand!"

At this moment, Bone Frame seemed to recall something and hurriedly ran to a nearby graveyard.

It was a slightly protruding burial mound, looking like a disc from above.

Standing on the grave, Bone Frame used the power of necromancy to summon the undead skeletons beneath his feet.

As the blue light symbolizing necromancy faded, about twenty bone horses appeared around Bone Frame.

"Below here is a mausoleum for warhorses. If Mr. Buwana doesn't mind, these horses can be handed over to your warriors."

Bone Frame patted a nearby horse that was nothing but bones.

"They look cool, but sitting on one would have your rear pierced by bones, right?"

"Of course not, don't underestimate our goblin warriors' adaptability."

Buwana gladly accepted Bone Frame's surprise gift.

On the battlefield.

Once Mason personally entered the fight, the tide of the battle quickly turned. A level 50 professional warrior is the pinnacle of fighting strength among goblins.

"Is this it? Not a single goblin worth fighting?"

Mason laughed triumphantly.

At that moment, a rapid sound of hooves arose in the distance, and Mason looked over to see an astonishing scene.

Dozens of goblins riding bone horses charged out from the graveyard, resembling death gods rushing directly at the human troops. Wherever they passed, the human formation crumbled, raising gray smoke with screams resounding.

[Unit·Bone Horse Cavalry·Goblins] makes an entrance!

In just a blink, Buwana, riding the largest bone horse, arrived in front of him, the horse's forefoot raised, sunlight glittering around him like a descending war god.

The hammer sword in his hand slashed through the wind, and finally smashed fiercely onto Mason's chest.

Mason spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his heart was about to shatter.

[Ordinary Hero's Sword: When attacked by the sword, deals 5% additional true damage to humans with a history of exploitation behavior.]

"Retreat, retreat! Cover!"

For the first time, Mason felt fear towards the goblins, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth as he hurriedly issued the last command, leading the remaining human troops in a chaotic retreat.

From a thousand-man force, only a little over a hundred succeeded in escaping the cemetery.

If Mason had resisted with all his might, he could have defeated Buwana. After all, Buwana had only been resurrected for half a year and although having strong [Goblin Talent], his strength was only at level 30.

But Mason was unwilling to take that risk; what would happen to his twelve concubines in the Royal Capital if he died?

This battle ended with a goblin victory.

On the goblin side, there were also injuries. Buwana ordered the rescue of every wounded goblin.

Meanwhile, the humans who didn't break through were surrounded by goblins, with three hundred or so remaining, suffering various injuries, and became goblin prisoners, trembling with fear.

"I can already imagine what's going to happen next..."

"Goblins don't discriminate between men and women..."

"Don't, don't worry, we're not female adventurers, we can't get pregnant with goblin babies."

Squatters on the ground grouped together to comfort each other.

Buwana slowly walked to the front, surveying the scene before issuing an order.

"Take off all your equipment."

"Right here? Goblins are too open!"

"At least give us a last bit of dignity, let us into a cave and turn off the lights!"

"That's already shameless behavior, isn't it?"

Shami quipped without showing his face.

"Quickly remove them!"

Over three hundred people hurriedly stripped off their armor, with many men even taking off their underpants, as if heroically facing death.

"Come on! Goblin weapons are fierce, but our weapons aren't weak either!"

"Let me show you the Esper Kingdom warriors' tolerance to pain!"

"Don't underestimate the cleanliness of Esper Kingdom warriors' bodies, even ○ flowers are regularly cleaned, you goblins!"

"There must be at least a dozen scoundrels mixed in here, talking like they're itching for it!"

Buwana was uninterested in humans, let alone these infertile males. Even if they were females, goblins would never let human females capture goblin bodies.

[First Rule of Goblin Survival: If captured by humans, upon sensing humans intend to extract goblin racial intelligence biologically, goblins must grit their teeth and commit suicide to maintain racial purity.]

The purity of the goblin race must never be destroyed by humans!

Buwana was only interested in the equipment of these soldiers before him. These were first-class iron resources.

Though these pieces of equipment were too large for goblins, within the goblin tribe, there were specialized blacksmiths. By remelting and recasting the equipment, they could forge high-quality gear to arm goblin warriors.

As for non-equipment treasure beads or potion bottles, they could expand the goblin tribe's warehouse.

As for the captured people, keeping them here would only waste the goblins' food.

"Blindfold them and take them far away, leave them to their fate."

Buwana ordered.

The goblins escorted the human captives away.

Once no humans were left on the scene, Shami slowly emerged from the shadows, clapping his hands in praise.

"Lord Shami, so you were here?"

Buwana respectfully saluted Shami with a knight's bow.

"Buwana, would you like the Demon King's ring? I'm offering one to you for free."

Shami candidly offered to the goblin, producing a ring from the Demon King's Ring.

"Lord Shami, I want one too!"

Bone Frame immediately squeezed between Shami and Buwana, begging eagerly.

"I'm sorry, Lord Shami, even though we're the closest of allies, even though I understand you are a crossbreed enthusiast, even though Miss Lureya and the others can accept it, but such cross-species love is too difficult and won't end well. Besides, I'm more traditional and prefer green-skinned female goblins."

Buwana politely declined Shami's offer.

"Lord Shami, I want one! Did you see my witchcraft? When I become the security captain of the Demon King Castle in the future, I'll need a way to communicate with you! If you die, I might even resurrect you!"

Bone Frame continued to plead nearby.

"Thank you for your blessing, Bone Frame."

Ignoring Bone Frame, Shami silently put away the ring, then sighed.

For the first time, the Demon King couldn't give away a ring, and the recipient was a goblin.

The world has truly changed...