Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

Chapter 42: 042 Lord Template

Translator: 549690339

[You have activated the “Rise of the Goblin” Instance Scroll!]

As Dean McKenzie’s hands lit up with the glow of the Instance Scroll, a system message refreshed in front of him.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came once again.

After regaining consciousness, Dean noticed that something was amiss.

His arms and legs were bound, and he was lifted by a crude pole going right across his middle.

Dean looked around him.

In front of him, behind him, to his left and right, were all Goblins.

Looking at himself, Dean realized a slight change in his attire.

He was dressed up in Goblin Burlap Clothes.

Yet his skin color was still his familiar shade.

“What’s going on here?”

[Scanning. You’ve awakened. Your Instance exploration begins. This is an open-instance, no specific tasks are given. However, your performance will be evaluated upon finishing the Instance. If you face danger, feel free to abandon this challenge at any time.]

Looking at the system notice, Dean’s eyes lit up, “I can stop it anytime? I’m highly impressed with that!” [7]

[Basic information about the Instance will be released, will you accept?]

“Yes!”

Dean nodded, and a surge of information appears before his eyes.

It contained his basic identity.

Name: Dean McKenzie

Status: Adopted Human Son of Elder of the Little Wild Grass Goblin Tribe

Description: Abandoned by humans since you were young, you were picked up and raised by the Elder of the Little Wild Grass Goblin Tribe. Growing up in the Goblin Tribe as a human, your presence has met resistance. You were able to survive and grow in the Goblin Tribe due to the protection of the Elder of the Little Wild Grass Goblin Tribe. However, as you grew older and the Elder’s intention to make you the Tribe Leader became evident, your situation became increasingly perilous.

Today, just as the Elder of the Little Wild Grass Goblin Tribe has left, you have been sold by the Goblins of the tribe to the Big Weed Goblin Tribe. And now, you are about to be carried into the central plaza of the Big Weed Goblin Tribe. If nothing unforeseen happens, you will be served as the main course of their banquet!

Just as Dean was reading this information, he felt another wave of weightlessness.

This time, it wasn’t the kind of weightlessness that came from entering an Instance.

It was the feeling of falling from a height, which ended almost too soon.

Because Dean’s butt had already landed on the ground.

Truth be told, the landing was pretty painful!

Dean had barely recovered from the shock of the pain when a burly arm grabbed him and lifted him overhead.

At the same time, a crude and wild voice boomed into his ears.

“Lads, today is my day of taking over as the leader of the Big Weed Tribe! To celebrate this momentous occasion, I’ve specially traded for this legendary human from the Little Wild Grass Tribe.

Legend tells us humans are the most delicious food, today you will finally be able to taste it! Every strong warrior of the tribe will get to taste his flesh!” “Raaar!”

Instantaneously, a deafening cheer echoed from the entire Goblin Tribe.

Dean, who was being hoisted overhead, heard and saw everything clearly.

He felt an itch in his hand.

But just as Dean was about to take action, a sudden commotion came from the outskirts of the Big Weed Goblin Tribe.

Following swiftly after, an old but powerful voice echoed through the Big Weed Goblin Tribe.

“Listen up, you weeds of the Big Weed Tribe, if you dare harm a hair on my son, our Little Wild Grass Tribe will not rest until your tribe is annihilated!”

With this deafening roar…

A group of small-sized Goblins, led by an elder, stormed into the Big Weed Goblin Tribe.

The Goblin leading the pack was the adoptive father of Dean in the plot of this Instance.

At this very moment, he was leading his trusted whelps from the Little Wild Grass Tribe to rescue Dean.

If the opposing parties were human forces, negotiations might take place to resolve the issue peacefully.

But these are Goblin Tribes.

Peaceful negotiations?

Such a concept wasn’t even wired into their genetic makeup! Although a few Goblins were rational, in these circumstances, who would bother about rationality?

The Goblins from the Big Weed Tribe, angered by this intrusion that interrupted their feast, immediately retaliation. The two groups clashed instantly.

In terms of numbers, the few-ten Goblins from the Little Wild Grass Tribe were at a clear disadvantage.

However, this group of Goblins fought with discipline. They quickly formed a force around the Elder of the Little Wild Grass Tribe and charged into the innermost area of the Big Weed Tribe, heading directly for Dean.

The Big Weed Tribe, scrambling to respond, didn’t manage to stop them from invading the central plaza.

Then, the Goblins of the Little Wild Grass Tribe froze.

They just stood there, stunned.

“What are you guys doing? Charge over there and rescue my beloved son and your future leader!”

The skinny and aging Goblin was on the verge of panicking.

He urged them frantically, but the Goblins in front of him showed no sign of charging forward, instead, leaving a passage open. Upon witnessing this, the elder’s face turned white.

His beloved son wasn’t dead now, was he?

That was his child of hope. If he were to die …

At the thought of this possibility, the elder’s knees started wobbling.

Fortunately, a Goblin was next to him for support, preventing him from falling.

The elder was guided to the front, and his mouth fell open, revealing only a few shaking teeth.

He was dumbfounded.

At the same time, on the other side…

The large Goblin who had lifted Dean over his head was now not looking like much of a Goblin anymore.

The whole Goblin was split into two.

The death scene was grisly, to say the least.

Now, the Goblin’s corpse was being hoisted overhead by two Skeletons.

Dean sat smiling atop this Goblin’s corpse, gripping his Skeleton Wand, overlooking the entire Big Weed Goblin Tribe.

Dean was contemplating about how he should handle the Goblin Tribe before him now.

Should he let them live, or should he grant them destruction, that is the question.

“Although this Instance doesn’t have a specific task, the guide on the Instance Scroll seemed to favor me leading the Goblins out of their savage lifestyles.

If that’s the case!”

Dean said, a particular item appearing in his hand.

Name: Low-Level Lord Template

Description: Upon application, the target will possess a Low-Level Lord Template!

Dean casually slapped the item onto himself.

As he radiated with the glow of the template, Dean scanned the Goblin Tribe beneath him.

“Your leader is dead.. As of today, I am your new leader! Who’s with me, and who’s against?”

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