Chapter 326 Disbelief and Overwhelming Happiness

By the end of the day, the weary yet triumphant group finally reached the forest opening where Suzuka's lands began. The sight that met their eyes was nothing short of awe-inspiring. The dense, shadowy forest gave way to a vibrant expanse bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. The scent of fresh earth and blooming wildflowers mingled with the cool evening breeze, the complete opposite of the stench of death and decay they had left behind. The vast stretch of land seemed to welcome them with open arms.

The goblins, led by Hermit, streamed into the clearing, their faces alight with a mix of exhaustion and elation. As they took in the sight of Suzuka's lands, their expressions shifted to one of sheer wonder. Many of them had only known the confines of the breeding farms, the endless cycles of pain and torment. Now, they stood on the threshold of a new life, a life where they could truly be free.

Suzuka turned to them, her eyes shining with pride.

"Welcome! Welcome to your new life, where pain and suffering are but shadows of the past. Here, you will find peace, love, and a future filled with promise."

Hermit, despite his fatigue, couldn't contain his excitement. He scampered to Suzuka, his eyes wide with gratitude and joy.

 "Master Helen, we're home! We're really home!" he cried, his voice trembling with emotion. 

Suzuka scolded him, whispering, "Don't you dare start crying and sobbing like a little baby. Be a strong and confident leader. Tell your goblins that you give them a new home."

He turned to the other goblins, his voice rising in a rallying cry. 

"Look, my friends! Look at what we've achieved! We're free! We're finally free! This will be our new home! We can rebuild here, under Master Helen's protection. The mighty master who crushed the giant mountain with her dive powers! She is our goddess! And we are blessed by her protection!"

The goblins, their faces etched with awe and bewilderment, could hardly believe what they were hearing. The mountain - an unmovable monolith that scraped the clouds and served as the only landmark visible from the breeding farms - had been vanquished by Suzuka. This revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd, their minds struggling to grasp the sheer magnitude of the feat.

The goblins responded with uproarious gasps and cheers, their voices echoing through the clearing. They hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces as they celebrated their newfound freedom. Some fell to their knees, kissing the ground in a display of heartfelt reverence. Others lifted their arms to the sky, thanking whatever divine forces had granted them this miracle.

A group of young goblins, their eyes wide with awe, clustered around Hermit.

 "Leader Hermit, is it true? Did Master Helen really crush the mountain?" they asked, their voices tinged with a mix of disbelief and hope.

Hermit nodded vigorously, his eyes shining with pride.

 "Yes, it's true! It is! Master Helen's power is beyond anything we've ever seen. She is our savior, and with her by our side, we can fear anything! No more evil goblin! No more nasty monsters!"

The young goblins let out excited squeals, their faces lighting up with joy. They ran to their caretakers and siblings, sharing the incredible news. The camp buzzed with excitement, the air alive with the sounds of amazement.

The older goblins, who had known nothing but suffering and despair, were overcome with emotion. They embraced each other, their tears mingling with the dirt on their faces. 

"We've never seen anything like it," one elder goblin said, his voice choked with emotion.

 "We are truly blessed to be under her protection."

"She... she crushed the mountain?" one goblin whispered, his voice trembling.

 "The mountain that scraped the clouds?"

"How is that possible? That mountain was an unmovable monolith!" another cried, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"But she did it!" a third goblin cried, his face alight with awe.

 "Our Master Helen did the impossible!"

 To them, that mountain was an unmovable monolith scraping the very clouds - a permanent fixture in their world of suffering and enslavement. It was the one landmark they could see from the breeding farms, a constant reminder of their bondage and the unreachable world beyond.

"But... but that mountain touched the sky!" another goblin yelped, pointing to where the peak once loomed. 

"It was the only thing we could see from the farms, the one constant in our lives of misery!"

"And she shattered it in mere minutes," Hermit continued, his voice trembling with emotion.

 "The ground trembled, and the sky darkened as the mountain fell. We fainted, we froze, we couldn't comprehend what had happened. Even the bravest among us, who thought they had seen true horror, were brought to their knees in terror and awe."

As Hermit spoke, the goblins' faces lit up with a newfound hope and reverence. They gazed at Suzuka as if she were a goddess who had descended from the heavens to save them. Their fear was replaced by an overwhelming sense of admiration and gratitude. Some fell to their knees, bowing deeply, while others reached out tentatively as if hoping to touch her and confirm she was real.

"We are truly blessed," one elder goblin murmured, his voice choked with emotion.

 "To be saved by someone who can vanquish a mountain... we never thought such a miracle was possible."

As the newly freed goblins approached the camp, they were met with a sight that filled their hearts with uncontainable delight. Their fellow goblins, once burdened with the same chains of torment, were now bustling with life, working, laughing, and humming joyfully as they went about their tasks. The sight was almost too much to believe. 

"Look, look!" squeaked one of the freed goblins, his voice high-pitched with excitement.

 "They’s working and laughing! It’s like a dream come true!"

"I can’t believe eyes!" yelped another, tears of joy streaming down his dirty cheeks.

 "They free, we free! All goblins free!"

The freed goblins broke into a run, their tiny feet pounding the ground as they rushed toward their kin. Their movements were frantic, driven by a mix of disbelief and overwhelming happiness. As they reached the camp, they launched themselves into the arms of their fellow goblins, hugging them tightly and squealing in pure, unbridled joy.

"Brother!" cried one goblin, clutching his sibling so tightly it was as if he feared they would vanish. 

"We’re free! We’re really free!"

"Oh, brother! I miss you so much!" a goblin wailed, clinging to his sibling with a fierce grip.

"I thought I never see you again!"

One particularly enthusiastic goblin, barely able to contain his excitement, jumped up and down, his words tumbling out in a rush. 

"We got food! We got fun! We’re buildin’ things and workin’ together! No more beatings, no more hurt! No more whip or evil goblins! No more cruel goblin master!"

Hermit, his heart swelling with pride, ran to a group of goblins and threw himself into their midst.

 "We did it! Master Helen and her friends saved more of our fellows!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

A particularly stout goblin patted Hermit on the back.

 "You hero, Hermit! You bring us here! You make us free! Bring more goblins!" he bellowed, causing a ripple of agreement from the surrounding goblins.

"Master Helen so strong, like a big mountain! Smash bad goblins!" another goblin piped up, gesturing wildly with his arms to illustrate Suzuka's power.

"We safe now, we all safe!" a young goblin cried, clutching a small hatchling who was nuzzling against him for comfort.

The scene was one of chaotic celebration. Goblins of all sizes and ages embraced each other, their faces lit up with smiles and tears of happiness streaming down their cheeks. They danced and jumped around, their shrill voices mingling in a chorus of joy and relief. It was as if the very air was charged with their elation, making the camp a beacon of hope and happiness in the otherwise dark forest.

Suzuka, observing this heartwarming reunion, took a good look around her land, noting the significant progress made during her absence. The goblins, under the guidance of the two dwarves and with Jacob's help, had truly outdone themselves.

The deforestation of her lands had progressed impressively. Large swathes of the forest had been cleared, and the logs had been hauled to the sawmill. There, they were processed into fine planks and sturdy wooden beams, ready for the construction of new buildings. The air was filled with the rich scent of freshly cut wood.

Among the new structures were a few key buildings. A small, cozy two-room house for the dwarves stood proudly, its walls made of expertly crafted wooden planks. Nearby, a larger building served as both a school and a laboratory for Silvia. This space was where she taught the goblins, concocted various potions, and acted as a nursery for the hatchlings. The building was bustling with activity, with goblins eagerly learning and assisting Silvia in her work.

Even the wall, which had seemed like an insurmountable task, had seen remarkable progress. Several hundred meters of it stood tall and sturdy. Each brick was laid with care, and the wall itself was a result of the collaborative effort of everyone involved.

 But there was one crucial task left to complete - the safe transfer of the precious eggs to the newly constructed hatchery. Every goblin knew that the survival of their kin depended on their swift and careful actions.

Goblins carried eggs as if they were the most fragile and precious treasure in the world, their faces etched with a mix of anxiety and care. The eggs, warm and pulsating with life, needed to be placed on the already prepared mound of nutrient-rich fertilizer in the hatchery, a task that had to be completed before the eggs grew cold and their vitality waned.

The hatchery itself was a marvel of goblin ingenuity and dwarves' teamwork. A large, dome-shaped structure built with painstaking care, it was designed to provide the optimal environment for the eggs. The interior was lined with soft, insulating materials, and the mound of fertilizer at its center emanated a gentle, nourishing warmth. It was a place where new life could begin to flourish.

 They cradled the eggs close to their chests, shielding them from the cool night air. Hermit and some of the older goblins, their hands trembling with age but steady with experience, guided the younger ones, ensuring that every egg was handled with the utmost care.