"Has it been discovered?" Blade was shocked. Just as he was considering whether to retreat, a mournful female voice inexplicably came from his mind: "Help me!"

The blade was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, and he stared at the flame woman.

"That's right, I'm talking to you, I'm communicating with you through my mental power. Although the blade was hidden in the grass, his every move could not escape the eyes of the flame woman.

"Who are you?" Blade silently moved, his lips squirmed, and he asked the flame woman with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret.

When the sound of a sharp blade sounded in the Flame Woman's ears, and the goblin warriors around her, including the goblin warrior guard next to the prisoner's car, were unaware of this and were still asleep, the Flame Woman suddenly became pleasantly surprised: "Are you going to transmit the secrets? Are you a high-level warrior?"

Sound transmission is a martial art that uses air as a medium to condense sound into a line through the slight vibration of fighting qi, and then transmit it to a specific person. This kind of martial art can only be mastered by a high-level warrior who has at least a seventh-level fighting spirit. It's no wonder that the Flame Woman was so surprised. Because the stronger the person who helped her, the greater her hope of getting out of trouble.

However, the flame woman's joy was soon extinguished by a basin of cold water.

"Why did I save you?" asked Blade solemnly. Although these goblin warriors in front of him knew that there should be no masters in the list just by looking at the equipment, after all, there were more than forty of them, and for the blades that had not yet healed from their injuries, this number of goblin warriors was still a little tricky to clean up. However, the main thing is that he is not related to the flame woman in the cage, why should he risk saving her from the goblins?

The question of the blade made the flame woman stunned for a moment, and after half a sound, she wriggled and whispered: "On the mainland, the story of those heroic knights saving the beautiful girl from the hands of evil villains is not very ......!"

"Heroes save beauty?" Blade was speechless for a moment when he heard this reason. Has this female fire elemental heard too many stories about this, and has become obsessed with the point that she can't tell the difference between falsehood and reality? Otherwise, how could she expect that she would go out of her way to save her because of her 'beauty' when they first met? And it was so natural? But then again, if she was an orc beauty, or a beauty of the human race or an elf race, he might have really run to save her under the excitement of his blood, but the beauties of these races at least met his aesthetic concept in appearance! You say that you are an elemental creature, even if you are a female, you are really beautiful among elemental creatures, but can you attract yourself? Obviously, it can't be!

Blade shook his head and turned to leave. Seeing that the blade was leaving, the flame woman couldn't help but be anxious, and hurriedly said: "I am the Elemental Lord of the Western Flame Valley, the most favored flame dancer under the throne of the Flame Monarch Ragnaros, if you can save me from these goblins, I guarantee that you will get the friendship of the Flame Lord himself!"

The blade paused and whispered to himself, "Flame Monarch......?" and he slowly turned again.

On the continent, there are four major elemental creatures that are strong, and they live in the southeast, northwest, and northwest of the continent. They are the Earth Lord of the East, the Earth Lord Dihomr, the Wind Lord of the North, the Hurricane King of Olakire, the Water Lord of the South, the Wave Lord Nepturon, and the Fire Lord of the West, the Fire Lord Ragnaros.

These four elemental kings are all powerhouses at the top of the continent, and each has a powerhouse. Almost all elemental creatures on the continent are under the control of these four people. To Blade, these four were the only beings he could look up to. Now that I have the opportunity to intersect with one of them, the temptation is too great to speak.

Just as the blade's heart was about to move, a flash of lightning flashed in his head, and the whole person suddenly became hesitant again.

"Do these goblins know that you are the Flame King's favorite dancer? The goblins in the northern grasslands are well-known bandits, didn't they kidnap you by mistake because of robbery? As long as you report the name of the Flame King, do they dare to embarrass you?" Blade Yao asked in a tentative tone as he stared into the Flame Dancer's eyes.

"They all know who I am, and they're here for me, but I don't know what they're trying to do!" replied the Flame Dancer with her head down, avoiding the Blade's gaze.

Blade snorted. As he expected, the goblins came prepared. They were most likely not targeting the Flame Dancer herself, but the Flame Monarch behind her. The purpose of kidnapping the Flame Dancer is nothing more than to use her against the Flame King. Of course, these goblins are not qualified to call the Flame Monarch at all. Behind them, there must be a figure standing who can compete with the Flame Monarch, which makes them dare to get involved in this plot against the Flame Monarch.

As for what the Flame Dancer said about not knowing why the essence hijacked her, it was obviously a lie. Otherwise, she wouldn't have avoided the sharp gaze of the blade when she said this, and she didn't dare to look at him. It is estimated that she also vaguely guessed that there was a powerful person standing behind the goblin who wanted to trouble the Flame King, and she was worried that after the blade found out, she refused to save her out of fear, so she left.

In order to gain the friendship of the Flame King, it is really unclear whether the result is better or worse for offending a character whose strength is not inferior to that of the Flame King.

However, after thinking for a while, Blade finally decided to save the person. Because the forces behind the goblins are still unknown after all. The Flame Monarch, on the other hand, is an obvious thigh at the moment.

Between the unknown disadvantages and the current benefits, Blade chose the latter.

"I'm wounded, and it's not going to be easy to deal with these goblins. Since you are shackled with forbidden demons, you must have magical powers, and what level of mage are you?" Blade asked, turning to the Flame Dancer.

When the flame dancer heard this, she suddenly knew that there was a play, and hurriedly raised her head and said, "I'm a fifth-level magician!"

"Okay, mid-level magician, I'll try to open the forbidden shackles for you, and you and I will fight with you. By the way, do you know which goblin holds the key to the Forbidden Demon Shackles?"

"Yes, count from the right side of my prisoner's cart, one, two, three...... , well, the eleventh goblin lying on the ground is the leader of this group of goblins, and the key is on him!"

"Good!" As soon as Blade's voice fell, he immediately bowed forward and quietly infiltrated the goblin camp.

......

The incisors are the leaders of the Black Gold Division, a goblin tribe in the northern steppes. Actually, his original name was not called the front teeth, but because the two front teeth he had were so eye-catching, he got the nickname 'front teeth'. The surrounding goblins had been called for a long time, and he himself recognized the nickname, and later even changed his name to the front tooth altogether.

The front teeth have the habit of grinding their teeth while sleeping. At this moment, he was immersed in sweet dreams, grinding his teeth and dripping with his saliva. In his sleep, a plate of his favorite mustard dipped mussel was placed in front of him. He took a sip of wine on his left and a mouthful of mussel meat on his right, but his throat was choked by the mussel meat he swallowed, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly came to his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.

No, you will choke on eating mussel meat? The front teeth woke up from his dream, and a hideous werewolf face was imprinted in his eyes. The incisors woke up most of the time in an instant.

"Who are you?" the front teeth yelled, only to find themselves utter at all. Only then did he realize that his throat was firmly clamped by the werewolf in front of him, and this was the reason for his poor breathing.

"If you don't want to die, just be obedient and don't act rashly. The hand that was holding the front tooth's throat loosened a little, and the front teeth suddenly felt that their breathing was much easier, and their throats were able to make sounds. He took a big breath of fresh air and nodded like garlic. The bladed hand was still at his throat, ready to crush his throat at any moment. For the sake of his own life, his front teeth obediently did not move.

The sound of the blade's voice also woke up a goblin lying next to the front teeth. When the goblin woke up, saw the scene in front of him, and let out an exclamation, the entire camp of goblins was awakened.

A few goblins, perhaps because the alcohol in their heads had not yet fully evaporated and their minds were not yet clear, saw that the leader was being restrained, and immediately picked up the weapons around them, raised them high, and howled and rushed forward to rescue the leader. The blade lifted the front teeth from the ground with one hand, then released the hand that was clamping the front tooth's throat, and with another hand grabbed the back of the front tooth's neck, and reached forward to block the front tooth in front of him.

"Stop for Lao Tzu, don't you fucking see Lao Tzu in the hands of others? You want Lao Tzu's life?" the front teeth knew the meaning of the sharp blade's move, and without him speaking, he quickly yelled at the men who rushed in.

The goblins were also shocked by the voice of their incisors, and they stopped, looked at each other, and slowly lowered the weapons they were holding.

"You know each other!" Blade grinned, reaching for the waist of his front teeth, where hung a keychain with only two keys strung on it, and needless to say, these two keys were most likely the cage key that imprisoned the Flame Dancer and the key to the forbidden motorcycle shackles that locked her wrists.

The blade ripped off the keychain at the waist of the front teeth and threw it far into the cage on the donkey cart.

"You, you're here to save her?" the front teeth suddenly let out a scream of terror.

"Yes, isn't there anything you can't do?" Blade admitted cheerfully.

"You...... Have you ever heard of Ragnaros, the Flame Lord, and Orakir, the Hurricane King?" the front teeth asked, turning their heads desperately, staring at the blade, their voices trembling.