Gordon originally didn't want to take Nina there, but considering that she was not safe here and had no power to tie the chicken, it was better to take her with her and still have a care.

Besides, he really needs a tool man to show the way, otherwise it would be better to go.

When it was time to return, Gordon doubted that he would get lost in the sewers.

At that time, the fun is great.

So he brought Nina with him.

In this way, Gordon took small steps, following the Dragonborn Maiden at a distance, towards the kobolds and goblins-infested territory.

......

The pitch-black sewer environment, and the ever-noisy sound of turbulent water, are not a problem for a dragon alone.

Gordon also has pads on the soles of his feet, and he walks as silently as a cat.

Nina was a little closer, but she'd been in the sewers for almost a year, and she'd been pretty good at what she was doing.

Along the way, the two of them passed through three corridors like ghosts, walked thousands of kilometers of rivers, and climbed over a pipe.

At this time, Gordon saw Nina, a dragonborn girl in front of her, and suddenly stopped at the corner of a sewer road.

and turned back to make a booing gesture to it, signaling that there was something ahead of Gordon.

For a moment, there was only the sound of turbulent running water in the air, and there was no other sound, just a faint light coming from the front.

Gordon poked half of his head out and saw why Nina had stopped.

Thirty or forty meters from the corner, in the wide open space ahead, there was a bright bonfire blazing, and an unusually large pot of soup was boiling on it.

There were also a few dwarf humanoids busy in front of the soup in the clearing, some adding things, and others setting firewood.

The rest of the information was limited by the corner wall, and Gordon couldn't see it.

It didn't dare to stretch out half of its head more to look at it, for fear of being discovered.

After a while, the smoke and fire of the soup drifted down the wind to Gordon's side.

Gordon sniffed, and immediately closed the respiratory system of his nose.

Damn the smell of coriander, I didn't expect it to be smelled in the other world.

It observes for a moment, and then notices that there is no other movement around it.

I plan to observe it in a different way, after all, he still understands the phrase "be careful to sail a ship of ten thousand years".

It turned to Nina.

"You wait here for me, don't move. ”

Gordon's voice was very low, the kind of faint mosquitoes, the kind that would be muffled by the sound of water when it was far away.

Nina didn't say a word, nodded silently, and then completely melted into the shadows of the wall.

She naturally knew that her existence was a burden to Gordon, and although she wanted to change, it was just the beginning, and she was not in a hurry at all.

Seeing that Nina was interested, Gordon looked behind him, and there was no movement of the monster.

He took a few steps back, facing the wall, and his strong hind legs exerted a slight force, and kicked lightly.

Before its wings could spread, its sharp claws clung firmly to the pitted walls of the sewers.

The entire dragon clings to the somewhat mottled walls illuminated by the firelight.

Then, with a slight exertion of his limbs, his body climbed up the ceiling of the sewer.

The top of the sewer was more than three meters above the ground, and although it was Gordon's first time climbing, the dragon's talent allowed him to walk on the ground.

He soon climbed above his head under Nina's vertical eyes, and then slowly moved around the corner.

The top was so high that the humanoids didn't even think there would be creatures at the top, and the most they observed was to look at the corridors on either side from time to time.

Soon, the appearance of these humanoids also appeared clearly in Gordon's eyes.

Through the firelight, the creatures, which were more than three feet tall on average, reflected their blue-red skin.

They had pointed ears, pointed noses, and fangs, as well as weak, shriveled-looking bodies with a rag tied under their crotch.

Needless to say, this is a goblin.

Gordon didn't expect that the first monster he encountered today was a goblin, and it was still a small tribe.

Gordon climbing on the top of the sewer can be clearly seen.

In this clearing, counting the little goblins playing, there are more than 30 of them at a glance.

There is a strict hierarchy of order within the small tribes.

Gordon observed that the four or five goblins on the periphery were boiling coriander-flavored soup, and the few goblins inside were polishing their weapons and forging arrows.

They all have one thing in common, they are all extremely weak, skinny, and malnourished.

Apparently the oppressed goblins at the bottom, and deeper in the clearing, in tent huts made of stone and wood.

Lying on the ground were strong, sturdy goblins, who were lying on a soft bunk made of weeds, sleeping soundly.

Obviously, these are the elite of the goblins, the same as the giant rat knights they met before, the elite of the race.

It also plays an important role in the rise and fall of the tribe.

Gordon also roughly counted the number of elite goblins here, and there were five in front of Gordon's eyes.

Inside, there was a decent stone hut, one size larger than the others, but there were no windows, and the doors were so tightly closed that Gordon couldn't see what was inside.

But the houses of the elite goblins are all around the stone huts.

Obviously, the status of the goblins in there is extraordinary.

It intends to lurk there, waiting for its chance.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, the eternal truth, Gordon still understands.

So, hanging upside down at the top of the sewer, Gordon, like a gecko, began to act.

The sound of claws piercing into the walls is muffled by the "crackling" sound of wood burning in the campfire. The pitch-black scale armor blends in with the color of the walls, and if you don't look closely, you can't spot a young dragon overhead.

Then, along the way, Gordon deliberately avoided the area where the flames were burning directly, preventing the scale reflection from being unconsciously spotted by the goblins.

So, in front of the thirty or so goblins below, it climbed to the shadow of the end of the small stone roof.

The fire of the campfire does not shine here, so that the risk of exposure is further reduced.

However, Gordon did not act rashly, after all, it knew that if it did not kill the master of the stone hut, it would have to endure the siege of more than thirty goblins.

Even though it's full of scale talent, it's not stupid enough to test its own body on the goblins' sharpest weapons.

It believes that it only needs to wait for itself, and the opportunity will come.

For it had been seen, on the campfire in the open space in the distance, the bubbles on the surface of the soup were billowing, apparently boiling.

That is, it means that these goblins, meal time, has arrived.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for those elite goblins to wake up one after another, and they all walked out of the dilapidated huts.

Coming to the campfire, he pushed away the weak goblins who had been busy all morning.

But instead of eating on the spot, they picked up the iron pot and began to move.

And the direction of movement is still in the direction of Gordon.

Obviously, he wanted the owner of the stone hut below to eat first, and Gordon's heart suddenly tensed.

It knows that success or failure depends on whether it can easily win this battle.

.....

Galak Long is a Goblin Warrior who was awakened from hunger, but smelled the scent that filled the room through the cracks in the door.

Galak Long knew that everything outside was ready, just waiting for it to open the door to eat.

It was a great day.

It thought.

Soon, not lying down for long, as the fragrance became stronger, Galak Long got up.

Then he tied the rusty, but intact half of his body to his muscular chest.

After putting it on, he found a piece of red silk cotton crotch cloth from the box behind him and tied it around his waist.

This year is its fifth year, and the priest said that the fifth year of the goblin is very important.

Galak Long has always been on his mind, so he plans to wear a red crotch cloth all year this year.

Because it firmly believes that red is its lucky color.

When he was dressed, Galak Long pushed open the door of the stone hut, which was so low that it had to walk out with its head down.

When he came out, he also saw the elite goblins who were holding the pot and waiting for him to start enjoying it.

Galak Long first glanced around, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual, he began to speak in a straight tone.

"Let's eat. ”

The six elite goblins quickly sat in a circle around the iron pot, leaving a relatively empty seat.

Apparently for it to sit on.

Galak Long sat down and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the goblins around him with a restrained expression.

It seems that the majesty of the priest was also produced in it.

Just when he was about to say something.

Suddenly, I felt the heat on the top of my head, and the few hairs on the top of my head seemed to be curled up by the heat.

"What a situation. ”

Galak Long noticed that something was wrong, and was about to look up when he saw a golden-red ball that slammed into its face with unmistakable precision.

Galak Long's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly stretched out his hands wrapped in arm guards to cross and block, but he didn't want to, and in the next second, his hands, face, and any exposed skin came with a sharp pain that made it unbearable.

The pain of burning, this is the flame? the flame of the liquid?

Before Galak Long could figure out what the liquid flame was, a dark shadow fell from the sky.

With one foot on its skull, its consciousness suddenly turned black and it lost consciousness.

The last image in its mind was of its entire body slumped to the ground, and then, with a very low field of vision, it listened to the thunderous roar in its ears.

"I am Io's patron! The future will be the great dragon Gordon! surrender! Death! Choose one!"

A black dragon descended from the sky and stepped on the skull of Galak Long, the strongest warrior in the goblin's heart, who had been corrupted into bones by magma.

Growling at the hordes of goblins who looked at it and the corpses beneath its feet in panic.