Undead God: I Can Extract Everything Chapter 47

Chapter 47: 047 What I Want

Translator: 549690339

in terms of clearing the battlefield, Gal was noticeably more experienced than

Dean McKenzie.

Dean McKenzie only picked up the leftovers.

Gal even wanted the Swiftwind Wolf bodies that littered the ground.

In her words, these were all good things.

The meat could be eaten, the fur could be used for clothing, and the bones could be used for making soup or equipment.

So, she begged Dean McKenzie to open the Gate of Bone, stuffing hundreds of

Swiftwind Wolf corpses inside.

Once that was done, she led Dean McKenzie to track down the Swiftwind Wolf

den.

In this regard, Gal proved to be quite competent.

In less than an hour, she had led Dean McKenzie to the Swiftwind Wolf den, located in a relatively secluded valley.

Here, Dean McKenzie obtained another prize from dealing with the Swiftwind

Wolf Pack.

Inside the Swiftwind Wolf's valley, there were dozens of wolf pups.

They were small like puppies, but still exhibited their wild nature, baring their teeth aggressively at Dean McKenzie.

The moment Gal saw them, she wanted to kill them all.

But Dean McKenzie stopped her.

“Let's keep them. We might be able to tame them later. A combination of Goblins and wolves doesn't sound too bad!

Although Gal didn't understand what Dean McKenzie was saying, she didn't oppose him.

After Dean McKenzie had sent all the wolf pups into the Land of Bone, he looked around the valley and asked, “Is there anything else in this den besides these wolf pups?”

“Swiftwind Wolf dens usually contain some herbs. I've located them, here!”

Very nimbly, Gal lifted a hidden patch of earth in the valley, revealing a storage

space.

inside that space, Dean McKenzie saw an abundance of two types of herbs and a Black Iron Treasure Chest.

Name: Blood Qi Grass

Level: 20

Quality: Ordinary

Description: Consuming it directly can heal a physique injury of 5 points or less. If you have knowledge of alchemy, you can try to turn it into a potion.

Name: Little Mana Grass

Level: 20

Quality: Premium

Description: Consuming it directly can recover 200 mana in 3 minutes. If you have knowledge of alchemy, you can also try to turn it into a potion.

Looking at these two types of herbs, Dean McKenzie couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

These were all good stuff, especially the Little Mana Grass. Each one was basically equivalent to 2 Mana Potions.

Moreover, at this time, Gal brought him another piece of good news. “Chief, Grandpa Ashton Blackweed knows how to concoct potions. We should bring these herbs back to him!

“What did you say?”

Dean McKenzie's eyes lit up: “The old man knows how to make potions?”

This was undoubtedly great news for him.

Although he had given up on nurturing a money-making talent through Talent Development, he was still thrilled at the chance to learn alchemy.

Even if he couldn't become a Pharmacist, there was a chance, right?

The profession of Pharmacist was one of the most lucrative side-jobs one could have.

Therefore, after opening the Black Iron Treasure Chest, Dean McKenzie quickly returned to the Goblin Tribe.

On his way back, Dean McKenzie checked the gains from opening the Black

Iron Treasure Chest.

One Gold Coin and a Treasure Chest Fragment.

Name: Treasure Chest Fragment (One-third)

Description: Combine with the other two-thirds to form a complete treasure chest, guaranteed to contain a piece of professional equipment.

Looking at this attribute, Dean McKenzie couldn't help but smirk.

“A treasure chest fragment from a treasure chest, is it trying to play Russian Dolls with me?”

Despite his sarcastic remarks, Dean carefully stored the treasure chest fragment away.

Subsequently, he returned to the overgrown Goblin Tribe with Big Power. During the few hours Dean was gone, the Goblin Tribe had changed drastically. The bodies that were originally scattered everywhere had been cleaned up, and over two hundred trembling goblins had been mobilized to work in the tribe.

Some were repairing the structures damaged during the fight.

Others were treating the injured or cooking. The entire tribe was buzzing with activity.

The busiest among them was the little old goblin named Ashton Blackweed. This goblin, already in his 30s, is usually fighting for breath after only a few steps. However, he was running around the tribe giving orders, full of vigor. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was a spry young man of seven or eight years old.

“Ch… Chief!”

The elder goblin's eyes lit up when he saw Dean and Big Power return. He quickly reached for Dean.

“It's perfect timing, dinner's already ready to be served!

We have meat today!

Little Grass, quickly, serve the Chief some high-quality meat first!”

“Yes, sir!”

in just a short while, a goblin toddler, only two or three years old, was holding a large wooden bowl filled with meat soup, running towards Dean, drool dripping from his mouth.

“Chief, this is for you!

The food today is delicious!”

Looking at the small goblin in front of him who was holding back his drool but eagerly handing over the wooden bowl, Dean smiled: “Really, let me see what you've cooked today…”

Dean's words trailed off as he looked into the bowl.

He instinctively reached out to block his mouth, but it was too late to stall the wave of nausea. It was as if he was about to vomit out his gallbladder.

After a long while, he finally regained his composure.

Slowly raising his head, his expression was now cold as he looked at the goblins, his voice barely a whisper: “You eat this?”

The sudden change in Dean's tone and demeanor triggered the greatest leader's intimidation among the goblins. The two closest goblins trembled under the cold gaze, their faces full of confusion.

They couldn't understand why Dean would suddenly get angry. Meanwhile, Dean thought back to his initial arrival in this instance, and the situation he was facing then.

Seeing these goblins, delighted by the scent of cooking meat, his disgust toward them multiplied instantly. There was even a fleeting desire to exterminate this whole tribe of goblins.

However, this impulse ceased when he looked at the trembling elder goblin and the young one.

At the same time, he recalled the description of this instance.

■Although they are a group of creatures who live by feeding on raw flesh and blood in the forest, if someone could ignite the spark of civilization, could they bloom their own colors?'

So, here's the predicament.

Should Dean destroy this tribe of goblins, treating this instance as merely a monster farming zone?

Or should he attempt to do something, make a change?

Nearly instantaneously, Dean made up his mind. He took the wooden bowl from the young goblin and as it relaxed, he poured the soup onto the ground.

Simultaneously, Dean unleashed a Bone Fang attack that shattered the boiling stone pot in the center of the Goblin Tribe.

Dean's sudden action caused a stir among the goblins, who showed signs of going berserk again.

However, Dean didn't care. He walked to the center of the square, opened the Gate of Bone, and pulled out the corpses of the Swiftwind Wolves that Big Power had collected one by one.

Then, standing before the stunned crowd of goblins, he spoke word for word, “I don't care, and I don't want to know, what you were like before I got here.

What 1 cannot accept is that after I leave, you remain the same as you are now. This instance, if I've come and seen it, then I'll attempt to change it!

I don't care if the outcome is what you want.. It must be what I desire!”

Chapter end