The Goblin King had rummaged through the mines and waited outside the mines, waiting for news from his subordinates

Sensing the weakness of the wall behind the mine, the Goblin King opened his eyes and punched the stone wall.

The moment the fist touched the stone wall, countless solidified blood burst out from the front of the fist, extending the limit.

And more branches were spread out in the vertical direction of each blood thorn, and in an instant, the wall that was attacked by a punch was already full of holes.

The Goblin King withdrew his fist, and the stone wall collapsed in an instant, filling the air with mist.

The sun has completely risen from the top of the mountain, and the light that is not dazzling is projected into this gap from the outside, forming a volume of light in the dust, which also eclipses the "green lantern mushroom" illuminated by the cave.

"This is not the exit for the Terrans to escape." The Goblin King moved forward, looking sideways at the stone wall that he had crushed, more than a meter thick and with a hard rock formation, which was too laborious to dig as an escape point.

Maybe the real exit is somewhere else—a trap or something, and the Goblin King thinks he's just found a weaker spot.

"However, with the mysterious strength of those guys, maybe it's really here."

The purpose of stepping into the cave after the Goblin King destroyed the mountain is not to go out from the front to scare the enemy, but just to explore the resources inside the cave in a bored waiting.

It didn't take a few steps to see the mottled metallic sheen of the rock surface around the mine.

The Goblin King crushed a piece of ore rock with his bare hands, and the crushed sand of the rock was mixed with impure metal fragments, and the color of the metal was very high, and some rust-colored substances that could continue to refine the metal were not excluded.

"This is the Terran Mine," the Goblin King sighed quietly, "In the three years I have lived in the North, the ore plundered from the Caravans is so scarce, and this whole mountain is under it!" ”

The Goblin King couldn't help but laugh at the thought of owning the mine and taking the first step in the invasion south.

"The iron that makes the weapon, that's not all," it continued, its metallic sheen in this section, obscured by the reflection of purple translucent crystals.

"Mana Crystal," the Goblin King then broke one off the stone wall and pinched it in the palm of his hand, "Iron ore is not the whole of combat power, if you embed the magic energy stone in your weapon, ordinary swords can have the effect of a wand, although it is much inferior..."

The blood in the palm of his hand invaded upward, piercing the magic crystal with blood like the roots of a plant, and the purple light seemed to flow inside.

Soon, the magic crystal lost its color and dimmed, turning into a clear glass-like object.

"Moreover, the magic crystal can be directly used by my blood without refining, and it can exert the effect of magic potions, just imagine, the warriors who belong to me on the battlefield, with the help of the king's blood, have a steady supply of magic power; And the enemy, on the other hand, can only gradually consume himself, and will eventually be barren and vulnerable. ”

As if it's been waiting long enough...

"Squeak"

Just as the Goblin King was impatient, an Apostolic Mouse ran through the hole of destruction and let out a warning cry.

“... It's a scarred mouse. ”

This means that Scar's army is almost in front of the Terran village, and they will attack when the king gives the order.

"Okay, you can disappear."

The Goblin King said that, and the mouse immediately took the initiative to turn into scattered sand.

"Why hasn't the samurai replied yet, the southern woods it guards should be very close."

The samurai's rat was not the first to arrive, much to the Goblin King's surprise. Usually the most enthusiastic samurai will charge the summoned rat with more mana, so its apostle rat is always exhausted, and it is two or three times faster than Scar or Shaman.

"Forget it..."

Wang touched his chin and thought about it, and made a gesture to summon a black mouse, which meant that he would not move.

"Forget it, wait until the samurai's troops arrive."

The Black Apostle Mouse immediately galloped towards the location of the Scar team.

"Since the swordsmen of this village want a war, then I also have to make sure that our side is full of troops, so that it is enough to be "sincere"."

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This night, Xia Zuo survived the all-nighter.

It's not the same as the all-nighters used to be.

I used to be very sleepy and forced myself to play soberly.

It's very energetic now, but there's nothing to play about, forcing yourself to figure out how to survive the energetic nights.

At this time, he was located on the highest birch tree at the entrance of the village, and with the previous experience of looking for blue honey tree frogs, he now has grown a lot in his ability to climb trees.

I also found the tallest tree to challenge myself, although there is a gap below, but it is not a big problem to look up.

It took an hour to finally come to the top, "climbing", this world where transportation is not convenient, this skill is still very necessary to master.

Sitting bored at the junction between the branch and the trunk, leaning against the trunk, Xia Zuo carefully looked at the two "Scarlet Steel Jade" that he had just obtained in his hand, which could strengthen the two pieces of equipment.

They are harder items to obtain, so you can wait a little longer and use them for better weapons and armor in the future.

The morning sun shone on two beautiful stones, but one of them was not so beautiful, and there were some natural impurities and cracks.

This one was obtained from the fat man.

"Sure enough, Jobs still treated him differently." Xia Zuo smiled, "But it's enough that the appearance doesn't affect the efficacy." ”

At this time, the small puddle in the groove at the fork of the trunk attracted Xia Zuo's attention.

A young chrysalis broke through the shell on the surface of the water, and a white mosquito appeared, twice as large as the ordinary mosquito in Xia Zuo's impression.

"Is this really a mosquito..."Xia Zuo felt a little infiltrated, and moved his butt back, intending to find another branch to continue leaning on.

Who knew that the white mosquito actually sensed Xia Zuo's biological signs, and followed, with a huge spike in its mouth, trying its best to indicate to Xia Zuo that it was a mosquito.

Even the buzz is quite shocking.

The mosquito quickly stabbed towards Xia Zuo, and Xia Zuo began to automatic.

Quickly drew his sword, picked off the mosquito's spike assault, the mosquito lost its balance and flew diagonally, Xia Zuo swung his sword again, and cut off the mosquito's spike to complete the counterattack.

"It's just a mosquito... I didn't even kill it directly..."Xia Zuo recalled, and the same was true when he was provoked by Grim.

Grim was going to hit Xia Zuo with his shoulder at that time, and Xia Zuo's counterattack after dodging was also the same shoulder collision.

Although it was later discovered that the counterattack could be contained by consciousness, there was really no containment that time - the counterattack followed the principle of "tooth for tooth, eye for eye", Xia Zuo judged.

If the mosquito wants to prick itself to suck blood, it will not kill itself, so its own counterattack will naturally not directly kill it, but only break its spikes.

"That's fine, although I'm annoyed by mosquitoes, and I'll shoot them to death when I see them... But now that you can't suck the blood of other creatures, I'll leave you to go around and starve to death. Xia Zuo said to the white mosquito that was still circling.

When he turned his head, intending to continue admiring the steel jade, the buzzing sound came around and approached his ears again.

The white mosquito refused to give up and stayed on Xia's left face.

"Huh!?" Xia Zuo was slightly angry.

This time, the body didn't react, probably because the mosquito's root was broken and no longer aggressive, so there was no dodge for the attack.

Even though it's harmless now, it's still a little uncomfortable to stand on your face casually.

"Forget it, I'll send you back to the West now." After that, collecting the stones, Xia raised his left hand and planned to shoot the mosquito to death.

But unexpectedly, the slap that was swung at himself stopped in mid-air.

This right hand, frozen, can't be controlled!?

Is it the "auto-dodge" that is preventing yourself from slapping?

However, one's own body will not be stopped from acting on one's own body, regardless of whether the subjective consciousness accepts it or not, right?