Before Nayin could finish speaking, the stratum not far away suddenly cracked and bulged, and it didn't take long for an irregular oval-shaped earth-brown sphere to drill out of the crack, the object was less than half a meter high and wide, and after the soil on his body fell, a face that looked like an old grandfather became clear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Snatched away by the sudden appearance of the object, Arthur finished venting, got up and walked over, pointed to the brown ball and said, "What a big potato!"

"It's not a potato, it's a goblin. Werther corrected Arthur's statement, and he saw a steady stream of earth-brown balls crawling out, squirming towards the river, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, "Oh my God, you can see goblins, or so many of them together, this, how is this possible?"

"Hah, goblins, I haven't heard of you. Arthur pursed his lips, walked over to the squirming goblins and crouched down, stretched out his hand and poked, "Oh, this feel, interesting, not soft or hard, very interesting." ”

Werther was so shocked that he was speechless, goblins are very rare creatures, and live underground most of the time, so they are hard to see, and they seem stupid, but they are actually very sensitive, and once they feel danger, they will burrow into the earth and escape, so no one has ever been able to get close to goblins, let alone poke them with their hands.

"Arthur, you, you, you touched, you actually touched the goblin!"

"Ahh

"Catch, catch! Catch!" It took more time than usual to recover from the shock, and Witt waved his hand anxiously, "Put it down, it's so disrespectful! Goblins are proof of the health of the earth, a symbol of the prosperity of creatures, they are precious elves, you should put them down quickly! What should I do if I get hurt!?"

"Eh, it's just a big potato, and it looks like an old man. Arthur pouted again, "You really don't have feet, what do you rely on to walk?"

Werther has begun to shout: "It's not a potato, it's a goblin, it's an earth elf!"

"Goblins advance by their tentacles. Naine walked over to Arthur, squatted down with her skirt on, and tried to touch the goblin with her hand, after all, it was a rare opportunity.

"Because they don't have feet, they're very slow on land, but they're nimble underground, and you see, these tiny whiskers down there, with which they move the dirt through the softer strata. Legend has it that the first goblins were born from the earth, so they could merge with the land, and if they were injured, they could use the soil to repair the damaged parts in the land, and when they died, they would turn into dirt and return to the land where they were born. ”

As she spoke, Nayin's eyes lowered slightly.

"It seems to be somewhat similar to me, but it makes me envious. ”

Arthur looked to the side: "Envy?"

"If the shadow dies again, it will only disappear and will not return to the earth. Naine smiled wryly, "Because I've already returned once." ”

Putting down the goblin, Arthur said seemingly casually: "If the price of returning is to become such an old man's face of a large potato, then it is better not to return." ”

Naine smiled: "Well, too. ”

The goblin that had been put back continued to move, and Arthur looked closer to the ground, and saw that under the body that looked like a large potato, there were indeed several small whiskers supporting the round body, moving forward.

Arthur was amused, his eyes wide open, and he looked at it curiously for a long time.

"These guys look like potatoes, do they taste like potatoes too?"

"Goblins can't eat them, legend has it that goblins are actually soil, and if you eat them, you're probably eating dirt. Naine tilted her head and smiled.

"Eating soil?" Arthur felt his throat astringent and his mouth full of earthy taste at the thought of eating soil.

Since he couldn't eat it, Arthur's curiosity about the goblin immediately disappeared, and he straightened up, arched the goblin that he had put back on the ground with his hand, let it return to the group, and said in disgust, "Hmph, I hate everything that can't be eaten." ”

"It turns out that the goblins will go out in groups to drink water for drinking, this is a new discovery!" Werther looked at the goblins gathered on the riverbank to drink water and muttered to himself, he cautiously walked towards the river, also wanted to touch the goblins, but as soon as he got closer, the goblins who were drinking water quickly burrowed into the earth, and tried several times with the same result.

Disappointed, Werther looked at Arthur and Nayin, who were crouching next to the goblins, and he couldn't understand why the goblins were not afraid of Arthur and Nein and did not avoid them, but accepted them and were willing to be touched by them.

Munching on the fragrant grilled fish, Arthur looked at the goblins who were still squirming sporadically on the riverbank.

Arthur had little interest in this strange creature, but he was a little happy to see Werther spread out his notebook, copy the drawings against the goblins, and take notes carefully.

If it's a creature that makes its companions happy, it must be a good thing even if you can't eat it, the boy thought.

"Goblins have no teeth, and they feed by melting tree roots. Werther observed a goblin eating the roots of a tree as he quickly wrote in his notebook.

Arthur quipped, "It's like an old man who has lost his teeth and keeps chewing on the tin sheet." ”

Naine was amused by Arthur's words, but when she saw Werther's warning against Arthur's insulting land elves, she stopped joking and said, "Did you know that seeing goblins means good luck and good things will happen?" ”

"Oh, a good thing?" said Arthur, shrugging his shoulders absently, picking up another grilled fish and gulping it down, "hasn't it happened?" ”

"Run, Run, Arthur!"

The earth is filled with decaying leaves and is catalyzed by the humidity of the night, turning the boy into a mud bore, putting him in danger of slipping or falling into it with every step he takes.

The already unclear moonlight was obscured by layers of dead branches, Arthur struggled to run in the darkness without torch lighting, sludge and broken leaves were lifted by the fast-rising soles of his shoes, and the young man's trousers and the hem of his coat were covered in mud.

Listening to the growing wheezing behind him, Werther couldn't help but worry, looking behind him from time to time and urging him, even if he was used to running in the forest, he was now starting to feel tired.

Nain, who is not good at running, is instead floating, although she wants to share the same hardship with her companions at all times and under all circumstances, but there is a bottom line that she can't be held back as a burden, and she doesn't care if her master will be envious.