I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 39 --The Letters Between the Wolfkin and the Goblins
Daniel carefully studied the Wolfkin.
They could be roughly divided into two types.
One type was the upright, intelligent Wolfkin. They were burly, averaging over two meters in height, covered in gray-brown fur, with wolf heads and humanoid bodies, eyes gleaming with intelligence.
They wore simple leather armor and carried spears, battle axes, and other weapons—clearly the warrior class of the settlement.
The other type were quadrupedal, primal wolf creatures.
These were true wolves, only two or three times the size of Earth wolves. Their shoulders stood over 1.5 meters high, muscles rippling across their bodies, fangs bared, eyes fierce.
They possessed no intelligence and followed the Wolfkin warriors’ commands completely. They were the Wolfkin’s most famous strategic asset—the mounts of the Wolf Cavalry.
Daniel narrowed his eyes.
Wolf Cavalry!
In his previous life, he had seen the destructive power of the Wolf Cavalry.
When deployed en masse, a Wolf Cavalry charge was a battlefield reaper.
Fast, explosive, and ferocious—the same number of human cavalry could not stand against them.
A thousand-strong Wolf Cavalry could even break a five-thousand-strong elite human army.
This was one of the most elite units of the Beastfolk, a strategic resource Humans had long coveted—of course, tamed.
Daniel shifted his gaze from the Wolf Cavalry and continued observing.
Besides Wolfkin, there were a few humans in the settlement.
Human merchants wove through the tents with goods, haggling with the Wolfkin. Some were trading ores, some furs, and a few were negotiating the price of Wolf Cavalry mounts.
Daniel was not surprised.
Though occasional friction occurred between Humans and Beastfolk, these were usually small-scale border skirmishes. On a larger scale, the two races had long conducted business together.
Humans needed top-tier strategic assets like Wolf Cavalry, while the Beastfolk needed human-made iron tools, food, and magical items.
Both sides got what they needed and maintained a surface-level peace—but only on the surface.
Daniel’s gaze settled on the largest tent at the edge of the settlement.
It was slightly larger than the others, flanked by two fully armed Wolfkin guards—clearly the chief’s residence.
According to the sentries’ intelligence, the Wolfkin had recently been in frequent contact with Goblins from the forest.
This was unusual.
Wolfkin had always looked down on Goblins, treating them as lowly creatures. When they met, they would kill them outright—there was no negotiating.
And yet now, they were cooperating peacefully?
Something was clearly going on.
Daniel gathered his thoughts and activated Voidstride.
His body instantly slipped into the interstice of the void, vanishing from sight.
...
Daniel moved silently through the void, approaching the largest tent.
The three-second invincibility of Voidstride had long passed, but the stealth effect remained.
As long as he didn’t attack or reveal himself, he could maintain this state indefinitely.
This was a trick he had discovered after obtaining the skill. Though it couldn’t be sustained forever, a brief period of concealment was more than sufficient.
He passed through the animal-skin walls and entered the interior.
Inside, three Wolfkin were seated around a rough wooden table.
The leader was particularly massive, silver-gray fur, wearing a necklace of bone teeth—each thumb-sized, taken from enemies he personally killed.
[Wolfkin Commander Greshkar (LV110, Gold-Grade BOSS)]
The other two Wolfkin were smaller but equally fierce, likely his personal guards.
Daniel silently moved into a corner, listening intently to their conversation.
"That group of green-skinned dwarves sent someone again," one guard spoke, his tone dripping with disgust.
"Seriously unlucky... just seeing their faces makes me want to vomit."
Greshkar chuckled lowly. "Bear it."
"Though I dislike them as much as you, this matter... isn’t simple."
"Commander, the Chieftain really intends to cooperate with them? What qualifications do those green-skinned dwarves have to stand equal with us?"
"Qualifications?" Greshkar’s eyes flashed coldly. "They have none. But this time, they have someone backing them."
"Who?"
"I don’t know. The Chieftain didn’t tell me."
Greshkar shook his head. "But for those cowards to risk their lives to deliver a message... whoever is behind them isn’t insignificant."
He paused, then continued, "Later, I’ve been ordered to send a small team into the forest to meet their messenger and see what they want."
The two guards exchanged a glance and fell silent.
Daniel’s mind stirred.
A message delivery?
This was his chance.
He silently exited the tent, finding a concealed spot to wait.
As the saying goes, "to catch a thief, follow the loot." Even if the humans suspected collusion between the Wolfkin and Goblins, until they had concrete evidence, they had to maintain a façade of peace.
Meanwhile, human intelligence agents had already withdrawn all merchants from the Wolfkin settlement.
This wasn’t a problem for the Wolfkin—especially at this critical time.
With the human merchants gone, operations were far easier!
...
By evening, a Wolfkin cavalry unit of over a hundred set out from the settlement, heading north toward the primeval forest.
But they didn’t notice a faint shadow trailing behind them.
At the forest edge, the Wolfkin cavalry halted.
A five-man squad ventured deeper into the woods.
Soon, a Wolfkin pulled a horn from its pouch and blew three short blasts and one long.
Immediately, rustling sounds arose from the trees.
A dozen green figures emerged—Goblins.
These creatures stood barely 1.2 meters tall, their skin a dark green, ears pointed, noses flat, teeth protruding. They wore tattered leather armor and carried crude short spears.
The lead Goblin was slightly taller, wearing a bone crown—clearly the leader.
It took a leather scroll from its pouch and presented it to the Wolfkin squad leader.
"Please... deliver this to Chief Bloodclaw," it croaked in a hoarse, servile voice. "It’s a personal letter from our High Priest—very important!"
The Wolfkin squad leader took the scroll, glancing at it with mild disdain before tossing it into his pouch.
"Understood. Now leave."
The Goblin leader nodded repeatedly, retreating into the forest with its subordinates.
Just as the Wolfkin squad prepared to return, a flash of silver light streaked through the air.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Five muffled thuds rang almost simultaneously.
Five Wolfkin were pierced by arrows before they could react, collapsing instantly.
Daniel appeared from the void, walking to the fallen squad leader and retrieving the scroll from his pouch. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
[Letter from the Goblin High Priest to Wolfkin Chief Bloodclaw]
The letter was long, but its essence was clear:
The Goblins were willing to pay a heavy price to request the Wolfkin to introduce them to the Beastfolk King, Lionheart.
If they could unite with Lionheart’s Beastfolk army, along with the Seafolk and Dark Elves...
Then there would be a chance!
At the end of the letter, the Goblin High Priest wrote almost in a pleading tone:
"As long as King Lionheart accepts us, the Goblins will dedicate all our resources!"
Daniel read the letter, his expression darkening.
Seafolk... Dark Elves...
In his previous-life memory, these two races had indeed participated in the Dark God coalition later.
He had assumed it was the Dark God’s manipulation, but it seemed these other races had begun their coalition much earlier than expected.
He tucked the letter into his backpack, preparing to leave, when a sudden roar erupted from behind:
"Human scum! Die!!!"
