The Goblin Shaman is full of canine teeth, and the Goblin Knight is iron-clad, and they are moving in one direction with great certainty. In the absence of a map of this area.

Compared to the previous Goblin Knights, who were headless flies and searched for their way to Liv Village alone, the appearance of the shaman undoubtedly helped a lot, and arriving in Liv Village was a necessary prerequisite for Iron Bone to achieve his goal.

Not long after he walked down the altar hill to the east, the shaman who was leading the way stopped again, and this was the third time he had stopped.

"Well, I really don't understand, how did you lead the team up the mountain before?" The shaman crouches, falls to one knee, holds his staff tightly in both hands, and closes his eyes.

This is a unique talent of the canine fangs, and other shamans and even wizards of other races may not necessarily be able to master it through learning - feel the difference in the concentration of mana.

Feel the magic from the earth, the concentration is different in each direction, and judge which way to continue.

"I think that mountain looks special, maybe the village is up there, do you have any opinions!?" The Goblin Knight, who had just devoured the Swiftbird, had grown in size - about the same height as a normal Terran, but he was also very angry, and spoke in a terrifying tone.

"No~no~" The shaman was as polite as ever, and it suddenly opened its eyes with a solemn expression.

Feel the magic coming from the east, with a much higher concentration than in other directions. Generally speaking, no matter what kind of race, the magic emitted by their colonies will be higher than that of barren places, because there are many creatures who are good at learning magic - magical talents, who are born with some constitution that converts magic into magic, and one in ten thousand of these tribesmen can create a powerful mage, or in the goblin, called a shaman.

The shaman felt that far to the east, the concentration of magic transmitted far exceeded that of ordinary villages, or there were too many people, how many people could the number of people in the village be? Either there's an extraordinary mage in it...... The shaman's inner answer is more inclined to the latter.

If the answer is the latter......

"Then there's a good chance I won't be able to beat that guy." The shaman muttered self-deprecatingly.

"Huh?"

"It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself, the plan is the same, let's move on." The shaman stood up and dusted his knees.

In the intervening moments, the proud Goblin Knight stepped forward first, scoffing at the shaman's well-groomed, hygienic habits, which the goblin clan does not adhere to.

The shaman wasn't very angry, and even if he was in the middle of the clan and whispered to all his companions, he wouldn't bother him.

The two of them were crossing a stream one after the other, and the Goblin Knight didn't mind stepping his iron boots into the stream, stepping on the smooth pebbles.

Those boots have rusted, and if they are used badly, they can kill a human army commander anyway, even dwarves and elves, and they can plunder his iron boots, there is nothing to worry about, this armor is not matching from head to toe, and the parts have different origins.

The shaman in the back looked cautious, he raised his robe so that it would not get soaked, wading barefoot.

"Sniff—" The shaman moved his nose twice, and looked up at the sky, a blackbird flying towards him.

"Raven!" The shaman lowered his voice, but reminded the Goblin Knight solemnly.

Before the Goblin Knight could react, the Shaman dropped the corners of his robe and jumped forward, grabbing the bottom of the Goblin Knight's helmet and stopping it.

"What!?" The Goblin Knight glared at him, but this time the shaman didn't show a look of fear.

Houndtooth raises his staff and summons a shield of water. Luckily, they hadn't even entered the crow's field of vision, and when they looked down from the sky, the water shield had a swaying surface, similar to a stream, making it impossible to see what was beneath it, like a layer of natural camouflage......

The crow-like ravens were quiet and not as noisy as other birds, and after looking around, they flew over the goblins as if nothing had happened, and continued to fly in the direction of Altar Mountain.

"The water shield is not as strong as the ice shield, but it can be used to block poisonous gases by its flow and sealing, but I didn't expect it to be used to block the eyes on the water flow, haha~" The shaman lifted the magic and smiled reassuringly.

"What was that!?" The Goblin Knight grabbed the collar of the other man's coat and stared at the shaman for a long time with bloodshot eyes, who had been easily lifted off the ground.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited...", the shaman, who was frightened by his companion, waved his hand, patted the Goblin Knight on the shoulder, and said soothingly, "There was a blackbird flying in the sky just now, did you see it?" Iron bones. ”

"Is it strange that there are birds in the sky? I've also seen Shiratori! Gray Bird! Gray and white birds! The Goblin Knight yelled, he didn't accept anyone sneaking his helmet from behind, especially after fighting with the hateful and cunning Terran before, and after being slapped off the helmet by the other party coldly, this feeling became even stronger, and the thought of not being able to tear the other party apart with his own hands made the Goblin Knight more and more angry.

"That's not an ordinary blackbird, it's a crow!" The Goblin Knight was strangled by the collar, and he had to pause in his words and think about how to explain the bird so that his dumbfounded companions could understand, "The Raven is generally an apostle sent by the enemy mage, and when it sees it, we are exposed!" ”

"Humph! What about being seen? Could it be that my current strength is still afraid of the villagers of the Terran race!? The Goblin Knight left the shaman behind, and after he grew taller for a while, the shaman looked much shorter, which caused him to become more and more disrespectful, as he was on par with the shaman in the clan.

The shaman who landed sat in the water, the robe of the wizard was completely soaked, it gritted its teeth, attached great importance to the robe, and still only sighed, without blaming the other party.

"The crow, must have been sent by the strongest magician in the village, the one I guessed... If he finds out that we are quietly approaching the village, he will definitely be prepared in advance. The shaman walked from the stream to the rocky beach, waved his staff, and the brief high temperature that only applied to the surface of the garment evaporated the water in an instant.

"That's better! Otherwise, unilateral killing without a challenge is too boring~"

Seeing the goblin knight's contemptuous appearance, the shaman was a little displeased.

"That's how the previous two companions died in vain, don't you think at that time that the person who defeated you was a certain villager? Listening to what you revealed later, the person you fought with was not the same as the powerful mage I found, and the next step was to make it to the village. ”

"I was not defeated! How many times do you want me to say it! The Goblin Knight pinched the metal gauntlet, "I sent that guy down into the abyss, he's already crushed!" ”

"Hmm... Of course, Iron Bone, stop this dispute and let's move on. The shaman thought about it, but the other party still couldn't understand what he meant, one villager can kill two goblin warriors, and there is a mysterious mage in the village, then surely, other villagers will not be ordinary, this is likely to be a village with multiple strong people.

The other party has been carried away by arrogance, and since the Goblin Knight can never be alert to this, he can only control everything and minimize the risk to realize the plan - capture or reconnaissance. It's all for the good of the Goblin King and the clan.

On the mountainside path of Altar Mountain, at this moment, the crow landed next to the goblin corpse, staring at the eyes full of magical spells, and carefully examined it.

Not far from this corpse, there was another corpse, the green figure reflected in the eyes of the crow, and all this was returned to the eyes of the wizard Greveld.

Surprised, he was sitting at his desk, and in the blink of an eye, he turned off the real-time transmission.

Unfold the paper, grab the quill, and prepare to write another letter to the royal capital—an affirmation of the appearance of the goblins.