It is a remote town ruled by goblins.

Biliss is hidden at the edge of the forest, constantly adjusting the scanning mode of the compound eyes, carefully and comprehensively analyzing the strangeness of the goblin town in front of him.

There is a 3-meter-high earthen fence on the periphery of the town, and a small lookout is built in the corners, on which several goblin warriors are standing, holding strange cylinders in their hands, constantly scanning the surrounding movements.

In the town, you can see many strange races coming and going, and most of them are much taller than the goblin guards on their sides. What they all have in common is a metal ring made of a special material around the neck.

And if they don't obey or clash with the goblin guards, the goblin guards only need to press a strange button in their hands, and the big guys will be knocked down with lightning all around them, and then they will be beaten with whips and iron rods.

Billis was slightly stunned.

Is this still the weak goblins in their own impressions? When did these green-skinned goblins become so brutal and ferocious? Could it be that the way they control the rest of the race is by relying on the strange electric shock collars? So what do they rely on to defeat each other and put a collar on them......

Billis's mind was filled with questions, but they were soon answered by another scene he had seen.

Just as Bilis was hiding in the forest and peeping, a loud roar and a piercing noise came from the other side of the forest, accompanied by a slight tremor of the ground.

Seem...... It looks like there's some big creature moving over there.

Billis hesitated, and cautiously lurked with the Bug Army.

It is a small camp in the middle of the woods.

The middle of the camp was filled with thick logs that had just been cut down, each of which was the thickness of two people hugging each other.

At the edge of the camp, five humanoid logging robots weighing 700 kilograms and 3 meters tall are hard at work. And sitting on the console of the logging robots, it is the low, green-skinned goblins who are controlling them to cut down tall trees one by one.

Alchemy puppet or magic puppet?

An all-metal humanoid shell, huge chains, gears, and various propeller shafts, an exaggerated metal chainsaw, and the steaming heat coming from behind the robot......

It turned out that the loud roar I had heard was the sound of the big man spitting steam as he strode forward, and the shrill sound was the terrible sound of a high-speed chainsaw cutting through the trunk of a tree.

One by one, the two of them hugged each other, and the trees that were more than 20 meters high collapsed in the sound of this piercing chainsaw. Then, the goblins manipulated the logging robots to remove all obstructive branches from the trunk in just a few clicks. Only then did he use a pair of mechanical hands to carry the log and send it to the rear camp.

The five logging robots that are constantly busy also obviously have different divisions of labor, with two for cutting trees, one for clearing trunks, and two for transporting ...... Under the control of several goblin operators, they have a clear division of labor and order, and they completely display a different kind of power.

And those big slaves that Biliss saw in the town, there are also them here. Driven by goblin guards, they carry logs to the cutting machine table in large houses, and then turn the logs into pieces of suitable size in the harsh cutting sound, and finally load them into trucks and transport them.

After watching the whole process, Biliss realized that this was nothing more than a small lumber yard ruled by the greenskin goblins. And the rumbles weren't goblins' fighting machines, they were just auxiliaries for logging.

Seeing this, the haze in Billis's heart became a little heavier.

Seriously speaking, these goblins in front of me are probably just the lowest cannon fodder of the so-called goblin empire. If even this group of cannon fodder is equipped with the terrible 'Hercules', then the basic strength of that goblin empire can be easily deduced.

It's a small plane, and it's ruled by a bunch of 'weak and stupid' goblins. But a sense of foreboding suddenly crossed Bilis's mind.

This plane doesn't seem to be as easy to deal with as it was predicted!

However, as a worm witch from the wizarding world, Bilis naturally could not be intimidated by this 'small' difficulty in front of him. He made up his mind and lurked deep in the forest, and began to send some carefully cultivated insect sentries to sneak into the goblin lumber yard.

…………

Moist woodland.

The eyes are full of lush tall trees and pesky bushes, and the space of the trees is filled with hard-to-cut vines and thorns that spread everywhere.

The camp was so humid and loud that it was a dream to get a good night's sleep. So even though he plugged his ears with cotton balls, he was still tossed by the terrible sound of the chainsaw and the tremor of the tall trees when they fell to the ground.

Cursing under his breath, Uldam rolled out of bed, put on his heavy metal boots, and then lifted the tent door out of the tent.

"Oh, Commander, you're awake. That old man Teucer has come to you twice, and it looks like he has something particularly important to report to you......" the guard standing guard at the tent door roared loudly in his ear in a comical tone.

Audum was the commander of the camp, and the five goblin sawmills were all at his disposal, so he was transformed into a greenskin with a status higher than that of the mayor of Beta.

Oldum shook his head, and then remembered that he had sent that Father Teucer out half a day ago to reconnoiter a distant vision. The strange sound that shook the heavens and the earth could be clearly perceived even if it was dozens of miles away.

For no reason, Uldamme felt a shortness of breath, and under the guidance of an inexplicable thought, he immediately sent his most powerful goblin helicopter to reconnoiter there. Now that the other party has come back to report, there must be something special about it.

Thinking of this, Audum immediately strode to a wooden hall in the middle of the camp. Sure enough, the old Teucer father was anxiously circling around the wooden table, while the goblin apprentice Mossardin sat on one side with a blank expression, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet.

"Say, Daddy Thork!" Commander Ordum stepped into the wooden hall, sat down at the wooden table, and looked at the other party with a heavy expression, "What kind of news did you bring back to me this time?"

"Dear Commander, what I brought back this time may not be good news!" Father Teucer took off his windshield goggles and clutched his fur hat in his hand with a hesitant expression.

"Say, I'm listening......" Odam's heart sank.

"I think...... I doubt it...... Some otherworldly monsters have broken into our world!" Daddy Teucer tightened his fur hat and finally spoke his mind.

The commander stood up suddenly, and a nervous look immediately appeared on his green face covered with beige spots, and he asked, "What monster, what kind of strength, and how many are there?......

"We went there and saw nothing, only a jungle that had been destroyed after getting out of control. ”

"Didn't see anything? What kind of monster are you talking about......"

"Although we didn't see anything, with my years of experience, I could feel that there was a hint of evil there that did not belong to our world!"

Commander Audem sat down again, a look of hesitation on his face.

As an old goblin warrior who has been following him for a long time, Father Traucer has a wealth of experience that no other goblin can match. So there's no reason why I shouldn't pay attention to its report. But without any evidence, how can I reflect it to the higher-ups!

While he was hesitating, the noise of slaves suddenly came from the camp outside.

"What's wrong?" Oldum snarled angrily.

A guard guarding the door ran in and reported, "Report...... Report...... Report...... A monster has come to the camp and has already bitten two slaves to death......"

Hearing the word monster, Oldum's heart trembled, and he immediately pulled out his short-handled goblin musket from his waist and rushed out in stride. Father Teucer and Mossardin followed him out of the wooden hall.

At this time, the southwest corner of the camp was in chaos.

Twenty or thirty troll slaves were frantically dodging in all directions, and behind them, a strange scorpion the size of a mastiff dog was in hot pursuit. Farther away at the edge of the camp, the bodies of three troll slaves were lying there, their throats bitten to the flesh and blood, apparently dead.

At the moment when the elves such as Uldum rushed out, the camp was already filled with the sound of firecrackers. Seven or eight goblin guards guarding the camp were already firing at the insects with muskets.

Odum could see clearly that the metal projectiles, driven by the explosion*, were fired into the body of the strange scorpion at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch. But something happened that made it almost scream. Almost without exception, the metal projectiles bounced off after hitting the black carapace of the Strange Scorpion.

The part where the strange scorpion insect was shot either left a deep pit or slid sideways to scrape a deep mark, but it did not penetrate the opponent's carapace.

And the flying projectile even knocked down two panicked troll slaves.

The body of the scorpion, which was attacked and became more and more furious, suddenly raised a layer of earthy yellow smoke, and its body suddenly disappeared in the smoke. By the time it reappeared, it was flanked by a goblin guard twenty meters away.

Click......

There was a crisp sound that made the teeth ache and the legs were weak, and the terrible scorpion insect actually used the giant jaw in front of the head to directly bite off the right leg of the goblin guard. Not even the half-finger-thick metal armor of the goblin guard could withstand the terrifying bite force, and it was bitten in the mouth and chewed and swallowed.

Damn, the goblin musket can't hit it at all!

"Go, get me all the lumberjacks back......"

Immediately, the camp resounded with the angry screams of Commander Uldem.