Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 26 Deception, and more deception.

Gebu remembers the first time he saw the old shaman worshiping Magnubiye.

Gebu was only a few years old at the time. He squeezed at the back of the crowd, staring wide-eyed at the towering campfire in the camp.

The night was dark, and the old shaman stood in front of the campfire, the firelight blurring his silhouette.

This little old shaman was no stronger than an ordinary little goblin...

At that moment, he appeared so tall, as if he were being bowed down by some powerful being that surpassed him.

The old goblin mumbled incoherently as he rubbed the medicinal oil onto the victim's body—the poor goblin's mouth was gagged, so he could only make mumbling noises.

"Buzzing, Mommy's coaxing his mom, buzzing, Mommy's coaxing his little brat."

The old shaman muttered incomprehensible incantations, which the goblins in the front row couldn't understand at all, while the goblins in the back row couldn't hear clearly and desperately tiptoed to get closer.

Meanwhile, the goblin cubs like Geb could only squeeze into the gaps in the crowd, listening only intermittently, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Hey, what's the old shaman saying?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you cursing?"

The old shaman suddenly widened his eyes and shouted at the fire.

"Awe! Awe! Awe!"

The goblins were startled by the sudden shout and were stunned.

"Reverence for the cruel Magnubiye! Reverence for the merciless Magnubiye! On this sacred night, the humble Broken Tooth tribe offers you its insignificant sacrifice!"

"Ugh! Ugh!" The bound goblin screamed frantically, making a dying struggle.

The old shaman gave the goblin a wink.

Boss Xiong walked up, grabbed the victim by the neck, lifted him up, and threw him onto the stone altar. Then, without saying a word, he pinned the unlucky guy down and tied him up with hemp rope like a pig with its four legs pointing to the sky.

The old shaman stepped forward, drew a brass ritual dagger from his waist, and held it high on the little goblin's stomach.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

"For Magnubiye!"

The old shaman plunged his sword into the little goblin's stomach!

Flowers of flesh and blood bloomed on the stone slab, and an indelible stench of blood filled the air.

The goblins swallowed nervously. In the huge camp, not a single goblin dared to utter a sound, and more than a hundred pairs of eyes trembled with fear.

"This blood is Magnubie's beverage!"

The old shaman was bathed in the spurting hot blood, and red streams flowed down his deeply lined old face.

"This meat is Magnubier's meal!"

The old goblin shoved his hand into the unfortunate man's abdomen...

The goblins watched as the old shaman devoured his... ugh... Geb felt nauseous just thinking about it, he couldn't bear to think about it anymore, or it would pass the censorship!

Even the seasoned and fearless Xiong Laoda remained silent at this moment, only daring to watch the old shaman's performance from the sidelines, his bear fur standing on end.

The old shaman, having swallowed the heart, shook off the blood and energy, looking as if he had become thirty years younger!

He called out loudly before the campfire:

"Witness! Witness! Witness the miracles of Magnubiye! Those who offend Your great divine power, those who are blind, will all meet such a fate!"

He kicked the still-twitching goblin corpse into the blazing campfire, and the moment its body touched the heart of the flames...

Whoosh! Flames erupted, shooting straight into the night sky!

The flames dispelled the night and filled little Gebu's eyes; he etched this scene firmly into his heart.

The bloody scene had a huge impact on his young mind, but what impressed Geb even more was the look in the eyes of the goblins who were watching:

Undisguised, pure fear.

Gob realized that words like gratitude, reverence, and admiration did not exist in the language of goblins, creatures with such unruly nature.

The best way to subdue goblins is through fear.

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Looking at the "brainless" huddled together and trembling in the tree hole, Gebu smiled contemptuously.

That's it?

It seems that intelligent goblins are afraid of violence.

But the violent goblins are not easily intimidated.

"The one standing before you is Magnubier's chosen one! How dare you plot against him! Do you not know your mistake?!"

"What is a fake sea lion? I've never touched a sea lion, neither a real one nor a fake one."

"It was the perpetrator who harmed..."

Geb realized that he shouldn't use overly literary language with this solid-headed guy in front of him. He had to use goblin slang.

"We're your gods, and Gebu is our son. If you stab Gebu, you're stabling our son... What right do you have to stab our son?"

"Yes... he was unhappy that I stabbed him. He even told me to stab him thoroughly... to leave no survivors."

Geb thought to himself, "As expected, I'm not happy that guy didn't give up. He's going to kill me."

Hmph, this guy isn't stupid either. From the moment he started scheming and framing me, this battle with the trio has been a life-or-death struggle—neither side has a chance to escape unscathed.

"Magnubier above! Magnubier above! Spare me..."

The clueless guy even abandoned his precious dagger, throwing it to the ground. He clutched his head, folding his ears tightly to cover his ear canals; he still hadn't figured out where the sound was coming from.

Geb looked at the guy in front of him, raised his hand, and silently chanted a spell.

Igni……

The goblin in the tree hollow didn't move at all, accepting its fate completely.

Whether he lives or dies depends entirely on Gebu's word.

At this crucial moment, Gebu hesitated.

Knowing Gebu as he does, this guy is a bit slow on the uptake, but once he does, he'll stick to one path to the end.

Now, his little mind is filled with fear of gods and the unknown...

If I could stuff something else into it... like obedience to Geb.

Isn't this the perfect opportunity to recruit followers?

When the plan was first formulated, Gebu had the intention of recruiting the cunning and the clueless member of the trio.

However, this cunning fellow has too many bad intentions; if you indulge him any longer, you might end up getting caught in his trap.

If they can't be used by me, I can't keep them. I must get rid of them decisively. Gebu has no regrets about doing that.

We can't get the strategist, but we can keep the kitchen knife for later use.

Geb looked at the red-eyed goblin in front of him.

It seems you will be my first follower...

Gebu looked up at the sky; it was still some time before dawn.

The little goblin canceled the fire arrow, summoned the wizard's hand, then sealed the entrance to the hole with branches and secured it with vines—in less than five minutes, Goblin had completely sealed "Brainless" inside the tree hole.

It's time to practice our "Magnubie's Chosen" brainwashing techniques.

Three days and nights.

During these three days, Gebu would brainwash Nobody every hour, and then use his spare time to cram the book "Humanoid Biological Ecology Research: Goblins and Totem Beliefs"—although the book was written by humans, its content was largely consistent with the goblin religious customs that Gebu had experienced.

Gebu learned a lot of shamanic terms and rhetoric from this book, which he used to intimidate the silly boy in front of him as practice.

For three days and three nights, Gebu kept sending the message, "Gebu is the chosen one of Magnubiye, and you must obey the commands of the chosen one of Magnubiye," to Gebu's mind in various ways.

They neither fed nor gave him water, wearing down the goblin's last remaining will to resist, much like they were tormenting a hawk.

At first, the clueless one would have some doubts and would ask Magnubier why such a little brat as Gebu was chosen as God's Chosen.

A day later, he stopped asking questions and just started shouting and yelling in the cave.

Two days later, Headless was completely silent. Through the gaps in the branches, Gebu poked him with a stick to make sure he was still alive.

It's alright, it didn't die, it's quite sturdy.

By dawn on the fourth day, Gebu felt it was about time and sent a message to the brainwashed man remotely to check on the results of the brainwashing:

"Geb's words are Magnubier's words."

"Yes, Lord Magnubie," the mindless man replied mechanically, his voice hoarse.

"Whoever Gebu tells you to stab, you stab."

"Yes, Lord Magnubie."

"Say whatever Gebu tells you to say. If Gebu tells you not to say anything, then shut your mouth."

"Yes, Lord Magnubie."

Geb smiled.

It became.

As the first rays of dawn shone through the gaps in the branches into the tree hollow, Geb used his wizard's hand to clear away the obstruction.

"Come out."

The brainless creature obediently crawled out of the hole. Gebu handed him water and chicken. He looked at Gebu but didn't touch a bite.

"Eat."

The clueless man then hastily devoured all the food in front of him.

Geb watched the person in front of him eating and drinking heartily. This guy seemed to have turned into a goblin, completely different from before.

Although his body was weak, his eyes shone brightly. There was no longer fear or confusion in his eyes, only a foolish determination.

"From now on, don't call me 'Brainless' anymore, because Magnubier has given you a new brain."

"You're right."

Geb picked up a pair of wrought iron daggers from the ground and handed them to the red-eyed goblin. He took them, weighed them in his hand, and then tucked them into his waistband.

"From now on, you will be Magnubie's twin swords—I name you: 'Poacher'."

"Poke, poke," the red-eyed goblin repeated.

"Tong Tong, what's your job?" Gebu asked.

"Tongtong's job is to stab the people you ask me to stab."

Gebu clapped his hands and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's fucking right!"