As a Goblin, I will have a harem

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He knows that he needs a good staff to enhance the power of his spells, enabling him to kill Lorraine with a single blow.

Unfortunately, this Goblin Shaman has a brain, but not much else.

He wonders whether the attributes of the staff and the caster must be compatible.

At this moment, Lorraine quickly pulled out a hidden, sharp dagger from his clenched fist. With swift and precise movements, he stabbed the Goblin Shaman in the heart without hesitation.

Phew!

The blow was like a sharp blade slicing easily into soft pork, producing a creepy sound.

Lorraine had pierced the Goblin Shaman's heart accurately. After a brief struggle in the air, the goblin's body fell powerless to the cold ground.

Lorraine slowly walked towards the Holy Light Staff, which the Goblin Shaman had discarded on the ground in disdain, preparing to pick it up.

At this critical moment, the Goblin Shaman miraculously struggled to stand up. Although his movements were clumsy, they radiated desperate determination. He tried to launch a final sneak attack on Lorraine from behind.

However, Lorraine seemed to have already anticipated the Shaman's intentions. A faint smile appeared on his face, as if everything was under control.

He quickly picked up the Holy Light Staff, calmly aimed it at the rushing Goblin Shaman, and loudly cast the powerful "Thunder Control" spell.

As the incantation was completed, a strong bolt of lightning erupted from the Holy Light Staff, striking the Goblin Shaman mid-air and sending him crashing mercilessly to the ground.

When the Goblin Shaman hit the ground, dust flew up.

Lorraine calmly approached the fallen goblin and found he was still breathing weakly. He couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of a superior species, his vitality is remarkably tenacious."

Seeing this, the Goblin Shaman's eyes filled with fear and pleading. He spoke urgently:

"Please! Don't kill me! I'll let you take my position as the leader of this nest! As long as you spare me, I'll leave the tribe!"

"By the way, all the women I capture from now on will be yours! This tribe will be yours to command, just spare my life!"

"Besides! I took you in. If you kill me like this, won't your conscience hurt?"

Upon hearing the Goblin Shaman's words, Lorraine's murderous intent grew even stronger.

This guy's intelligence has evolved to the point where he has learned the human aunt's unique trick of moral blackmail.

'If I keep him alive, who knows if he will come back and seek revenge on me in the future?'

The reason villains in TV dramas die quickly is simply because they talk too much, don't eliminate the threat, or fail to deliver a finishing blow.

Thinking of this, Lorraine immediately spoke with a cold expression, "I am a goblin; how can I have a conscience?"

His face looked icy, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent, making the air around him seem to freeze.

In that moment, there was no fluctuation in his heart, as though he had already transcended human morality.

With such resolve, Lorraine gripped the sharp dagger in his hand tightly and slowly and decisively moved towards the Goblin Shaman's neck, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

Just then, the goblin hunting team, exhausted after a long day of hunting, returned to the tribe with heavy steps. What they didn't expect was the tragic scene at the entrance to the nest.

They stood frozen for a moment, stunned, and did not blindly rush into the battle as the Goblin Shaman had anticipated.

Seeing this, the Goblin Shaman desperately tried to summon the remaining magic within him and cast [Command Call], hoping to summon the other goblins to rush forward and block the fatal blow for him.

However, Lorraine's cold-blooded movements were faster than the Goblin Shaman's desperation. He swiftly swung his arm, and with one fierce strike, he decapitated the Goblin Shaman.

Lorraine then held the head high and showed it to all the goblins present. This scene not only marked the end of the Goblin Shaman but also served as a cold warning to any potential rebels.

Seeing this, all the goblins stood frozen in shock, silent, unsure how to react.

On one side was the Goblin Shaman, who had served them for so long, and on the other was Lorraine, who had led them to victory over the humans. For a moment, the goblins didn't know whom to choose.

At that moment, San the three haired goblin was the first to stand up and shout:

"The Shaman is dead! Lorraine is king!"

Upon hearing the shout from the three-haired goblin, the other goblins followed suit, raising their prey in unison and shouting:

"The Shaman is dead! Lorraine is king!"

"The Shaman is dead! Lorraine is king!"

"…"

Lorraine stood atop the highest stone in the tribe, holding the head of the Goblin Shaman high, and declared to his goblin brothers below:

"From today on, I am the leader of this tribe! I will lead you to conquer this continent, take human nuns, capture long-eared elves, seize human farmlands, and conquer human castles!"

"You will feast endlessly on meat and all kinds of food! You can also indulge in sex with thick-kidneyed human women without restraint! Inject it hard!"

At this moment, the other goblins who had been hunting also returned and happened to hear Lorraine's declaration.

One by one, they raised their heavy prey, their voices full of power and respect, shouting in unison: "Boss Lorraine! Boss Lorraine!"

This voice echoed throughout the tribe, filled with recognition and unwavering support for Lorraine's leadership.

Seeing every goblin express such unconditional support, Lorraine felt a warm feeling in his heart. It seemed that his plan had succeeded.

He jumped lightly from the rock and tossed the Goblin Shaman's head to the three-haired goblin standing nearby, ordering, "Hang this head at the entrance to the tribe as a warning."

Then, Lorraine took out the dagger he had specially crafted and walked slowly towards the Goblin Shaman's body, intending to dispose of it himself to prevent it from rotting and possibly polluting the environment of the tribe.

'Oh right! I might as well properly dispose of the Goblin Shaman's body. Not only would this protect the environment and prevent the tribe's surroundings from being polluted, but perhaps I might gain some special abilities from the Goblin Shaman as well.'

After all, he possessed the incredible skill [Ultimate Growth Form], and the Goblin Shaman was a rare high-level goblin species. It should be no problem for me to acquire some abilities.

Thinking of this, Lorraine immediately began to cut up the Goblin Shaman's body.

But the old guy is frail, with almost no muscle left.

However, as he was cutting, Lorraine noticed that the Goblin Shaman's lungs were still intact. It seemed the old shaman had used some form of witchcraft to preserve his lungs, enabling him to live this long.

So, relying on his memory of cooking from his previous life, Lorraine extracted the lungs.

Before cooking, Lorraine let the system play the song "Faded Alien Land (speed 0.9x)" in his mind, to ensure the cooking process would go smoothly and elegantly.

Then, Lorraine ordered the goblins to gather all the kitchen utensils they could find and, using his superior forging skills, secretly crafted a series of sturdy and durable iron kitchen tools.

These tools not only improved cooking efficiency but also expanded Lorraine's culinary range.

Today, Lorraine decided to challenge a dish that required extremely high cooking skills—fried lungs.

Because the lungs have a strong fishy smell and their honeycomb structure makes the deodorizing process complicated and tedious.

Lorraine took an unconventional approach to solve this: he carefully poured water through the trachea of the lungs and then poured it out, repeating this process 20 to 40 times. This deodorizing technique requires not only patience but also precise control to ensure the water fully flushes every tiny pore.

After repeated rinsing, the lungs changed from a blood-red to a slightly milky white, indicating that most of the fishy smell had been effectively removed.

Lorraine then used a fine cloth to gently wipe the moisture off the surface of the lungs. After about an hour, the entire deodorization process was complete.

Next came the frying stage. Considering the special texture of the lungs, Lorraine decided to fry them.

He carefully adjusted the oil temperature in the iron pan to ensure the heat would lock in the freshness of the lungs without overcooking them and making them tough.

Lorraine moved with focus and care, gently flipping the lungs to avoid overheating and causing them to burst.

This method not only tested Lorraine's cooking skills but also demonstrated his precise understanding of cooking.

As the lungs absorbed the enticing aroma from the pan, Lorraine knew his efforts were about to pay off.

With great care, Lorraine used his dagger to gently lift the golden, crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside fried lungs out of the pan.

Each slice of lung was perfectly fried, with a golden exterior and a tender interior.

The steaming lungs released a mouth-watering aroma into the air.

Lorraine delicately placed the fried lungs on a pristine white porcelain plate found in the tent of a human soldier.

The porcelain plate was as white as snow, with slightly upturned edges. Its simple design made the golden fried lungs even more attractive.

Then, Lorraine carefully selected a fresh green leaf from the wild herbs prepared on the side. This common herb added color and a refreshing aroma to the dish.

Most importantly, it enhanced the dish's elegance.

Elegant and timeless~

He gently placed the green leaf on the plate.