I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 22 Emblems and Orcs

Medieval heraldry was a complex discipline.

Every part of the coat of arms is a code.

Different colors, patterns, and designs all have different meanings.

Li Mosi didn't have the time to learn the specifics, and neither did the original owner, a carpenter from a manor.

But the original owner knew that as long as it didn't overlap with that of a nobleman, even a commoner could have their own crest.

But now, the eagle on the shield is a duplicate of Baron Talis's coat of arms.

The "dagger" depicted on the other half indicates that the other person is a guard under Baron Talis.

The fact that nobles were unwilling to enter the forest did not mean that their subordinates were unwilling.

Although unaware of the details, Li Mosi understood that she had not yet left the sphere of influence of human forces!

Gan.

As the slave-catching squad leader, Laso, watched Lord Talis's guards approach, he began to curse inwardly.

He lowered his hand, letting the dagger at his waist fall naturally to his side.

Laso sighed inwardly but smiled outwardly: "Lord Zwan, we hope you can help us deal with these extra ears."

Ten goblin left ears fill a bag, and one bag of left ears can be exchanged for 10 bushels of barley.

This is the reward promised by Baron Talis.

As for those ears that don't even fill a bag?

Although no one said anything, this was the guards' spoils.

Lord Taliss sent guards to supervise their work; it's impossible for him not to take any benefits for them.

With an ornate shield hanging at his waist, Zwan slightly raised his left hand, as if he wanted to say something.

But the member standing by the campfire, noticeably taller than the other slave hunters, exclaimed excitedly, "These are our ears!"

Surprisingly, the voice emanating from such a tall figure sounded like that of a young woman.

After shouting this, the tall slave hunter let out a low growl.

"Waaah—"

She attracted everyone's attention, except for the slave-catching squad leader, Lasso, who kept his eyes tightly shut.

"Shut up, Enlian!" Lasso yelled. "You'll get everything you deserve!"

Although the tone was stern, the content of the words was an unexpected compromise.

"Okay."

Enlian responded sullenly and continued eating.

Ugh.

Looking at the second loaf of black bread in Enlian's hand, and then at the fifth bowl of stew in front of her, Lasso sighed inwardly once again.

He finally understood why the other slave-hunting squad leaders had willingly given up this rare bear-beastman.

Although his strength is far greater than that of ordinary people, he can even rival those knights who have become extraordinary warriors.

But she really has no brains!

Moreover, they are possessive of their food.

In addition, one person can eat the equivalent of three people's food. If the efficiency of finding the "prey" is not high, the operation may even result in a loss.

Lasso now only hoped that the guard in front of him, Zwan, wasn't angry.

I've heard that some fool once disrespected the guards sent by the Baron, and the guards reported it to the Baron, escalating the matter to the level of "disrespect for the Baron."

With something this big going on, they can forget about surviving the winter.

The bear-orcs didn't care.

He still has family members living in Talis.

Laso explained, "Sorry, this is a bear-orc hired by the tribe."

He was nervous, but Zwan simply waved his hand.

He said, "We've only been hunting for two days, there's no rush."

Hearing Ziwan's words, Lasso breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the other party didn't take this minor offense to heart.

"You're right, Lord Zwan," Laso agreed. "I believe there are many more goblins around here waiting for us to hunt."

Suddenly, Enlian raised her head again: "Lasso, remember to give my share to the leader..."

"I know, I know," Laso interrupted the bear-orc Enlian. "Your portion should be sent back to the tribe by the chief. You have to say it every time you eat."

"I just don't want that to happen again..."

Enlian's voice gradually faded, and after she finished speaking, she continued eating.

Li Mosi's eyes widened as she listened to their conversation.

Bear-beastman?

Goblin ears?

hunting?

Although much of what was said became unclear, he still managed to catch the gist of it.

He had heard of the bear-beastmen; the merchants who came every year told him that the wild tribes of beastmen often worked for nobles.

Depending on their association with wild beasts, each type of orc will have different characteristics.

Therefore, the bear-beastmen are self-explanatory.

Like a bear, it is strong and has thick skin.

These primitive and savage creatures occasionally cause trouble, but once suppressed, they return to working for the nobles.

Based on their conversation, it appears they were clearing goblins from the forest for the Baron, and the operation had been underway for two days.

The green items that the slaves packed were goblin ears.

Whether it's cutting off both ears or just one ear, the number is still quite large.

"Master, are they chasing goblins?"

Zi Yi had clearly heard what the slave-catching team was saying.

But he still needed to confirm his guess with Li Moss.

Li Moss whispered, "Let's go back."

Zi Yi nodded, and the two carefully retreated to a secluded spot. They slowly walked far enough away before quickly returning.

On the way, Li Moss said as they walked, "Although I don't know the reason, the slave-hunting team was indeed hunting goblins under the Baron's orders."

He then made a rough deduction based on his own knowledge.

He didn't explain the complexities of heraldry to Ziyi; he simply let him know the judgment.

Because no matter what, this whole thing is very strange.

Goblins can't be slaves and be at the beck and call of noble lords.

It's no use having it.

The goblin ears are even stranger.

Killing them wouldn't bring any economic benefit.

For noble lords, sending slave-hunting teams, which could capture slaves for production, to hunt goblins was a huge financial drain that only cost money and didn't generate any profit.

Li Mosi became increasingly puzzled, while Zi Yi's expression grew increasingly grim.

Finally, Zi Yi raised her head.

"My late teacher."

"Um?"

Hearing his disciple call his name, Li Mosi looked over.

Zi Yi looked somewhat embarrassed: "Before our tribe was scattered, we had several hundred goblins."

Li Mosi was stunned for a moment.

Zi Yi continued, "That day, the troll only killed about thirty goblins."

Li Mosi understood.

It wasn't that the noble lord had nothing better to do than clear out the goblins outside his territory.

The goblins that were scattered by the trolls have run into human territory!

This can explain many things.

But the problem is even more serious.

More than a week passed between the trolls scattering the tribe and the soldiers joining forces with slave hunters to enter the forest to hunt.

If it's just a small-scale operation, only one squad of soldiers needs to be deployed.

But now it's a soldier leading a slave-catching team.

What they will most likely face next is a large-scale human sweep.

Even if Zi Yi didn't understand this logic, she could still sense the seriousness of the matter.

After noon had passed, the master and apprentice returned to the hunting party's location.

Their complexions were clearly not good.

As they approached, the old goblin asked immediately, "What happened?"

Zi Yi first ordered the hunting party: "Return to the tribe!"