Quickly, Mills had someone untie the ropes that bound them together.
After gaining their freedom, this group of goblins appeared somewhat uneasy, as if they did not know where to place their hands and feet.
They were unclear about where to go after being saved.
In the end, they could only instinctively draw near to Mills and the group that had "saved" them.
"Come join our team! Follow us," Mills, looking at his clan members whose eyes were lost and unsure what to do, sighed deeply in his heart, then spoke.
Even though they themselves were suffering enough, they still couldn't bear to see the suffering of others.
If it had been earlier, they would have been willing but powerless to help, keeping as far away as possible because they had to protect their close kin.
But now, relying on Zhou Bai, the chief of Hope Village, was just a gamble.
Unexpectedly, the other party really agreed.
At that moment, he felt a faint hope for their Goblin Clan.
