As Nesinvari said, when it was almost dark, a goblin came to the camp.

Truth be told, Diego really didn't want to judge people by their appearance, but he had a hard time associating the creature in front of him with words like kindness and honesty. The green-skinned dwarf had big demonic ears, a pointed nose, a large mouth that almost reached the base of his ears, and dark red eyes—in fact, because of his appearance, more than one person suspected that this race had demonic blood. He wasn't as low but well-coordinated as dwarves and gnomes, and the goblin's arms were disproportionately long. Diego believes that if he runs his arm vertically, his fingertips will surely reach the top of his foot.

But Diego didn't dare to underestimate his prowess - he could have traveled here by himself from the eastern shore of Lake Neferiti through half of the Northern Thorn Valley, without two brushes, and he would have been caught by beasts or trolls.

"Nesinwari, are the goods I want ready?" As soon as they entered the camp, the goblin shouted loudly.

"Of course, Mr. Coppercup!" Nesinvari replied politely, gesturing to the two mule carts in the center of the camp. The car was full of stuff and tightly wrapped in layers of tarpaulin. This is so that the smell of animal meat does not spread, and in the Valley of Thorns, which is full of carnivorous beasts, it is tantamount to a disaster.

"So what are we waiting for? Time is money, my friend! The copper cup shouted.

"Since we are the ones who deliver the goods, why does this goblin still have to come here, isn't it easier to receive the goods at the goblin camp?" Behind the truck, Diego asked, puzzled.

"Of course, there are some things that are not convenient to do over there." Elgadin said, his chin furrowed and nodded toward Nesinvari and the goblins.

Diego poked his head out and saw that the goblin was pulling out a small bulging money bag and handing it to Necinvari. The old dwarf opened the money bag and looked at it, then smiled and took out a handful of gold coins from it and stuffed it into the arms of the copper cup.

The goblin took the gold coin without changing his color, and his face was naturally as if it should have been like this.

"Shit, this kind of bullshit is actually in that plane!" Diego couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Hey, why do you have two more fresh faces on your team?" Collect the money. Only then did the goblin notice that there were two more people in the group, but he didn't seem to take it too seriously, and just asked casually.

"Oh, that human lad is Elgardine's nephew. That Night Elf was the child of an old friend of mine, and he came out to see the world. The old dwarf explained with the same nonchalant, and he didn't even look this way, as if it were just a trivial matter. But the goblins apparently took this very seriously, perhaps for the sake of the gold coins, and did not pursue it further.

The small team was soon on its way. Nesinwari was not at all worried about the theft of goods in his camp, because it was in the inaccessible tropical jungle. It has been discovered that the odds of this camp are infinitely approaching zero, and the beasts have turned away from the pungent smell of these preliminarily tanned leathers. Relatively speaking, the safety of the group should be more noteworthy than the goods.

However, although the forest is not suitable for night walking, a group of seven people is quite safe, because there are few wolves in Thorn Valley, most of them are solitary beasts such as tigers and cheetahs, and they generally do not attack their convoys when they come out to hunt - if there are really those who don't have long eyes and have to jump out and give it a try, a few people don't mind having a supper to replenish it~ body lì. As for the velociraptors, they mostly moved along the western coast and rarely came here. Necinvari: If they hadn't accidentally stepped on a few velociraptor eggs in the morning. It will not be chased and killed by a group of velociraptors across the coast of the savages.

They traveled south along a large road. The road is solid and smooth, not at all soft and rotten like other roads in the tropical jungle. From time to time, you can see the remains of the Cubarush era of the troll empire on both sides of the road, with many quaint stone monuments and statues. Most of the statues are mainly animals, with green jade tigers and some yellow rock cheetahs, but more often than not, statues of pythons and cobras, which may have something to do with the trolls' belief in Quetzalcoatl. On some dilapidated ruins, there are carved scenes of trolls hunting, sacrificing, and fighting 10,000 years ago, with simple lines and lifelike. Let's be honest. If it weren't for the presence of goblins in the team, I'm afraid the Night Elves would have already pounced on it.

It's a sunny day, which is a rarity in the rainy Thorn Valley region. The sky is dotted with stars, and the bright moon shines generously with moonlight. Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, dappled spots of light shine on the pavement. Even if you don't have a torch, you can see the road under your feet. The jungles of Thorn Valley are always full of life, not as lifeless as the Twilight Forest. All kinds of night insects chirp in the forest, and from time to time the sound of night owls flapping their wings and whistling sounds in the canopy. Farther afield, the occasional roar of wild beasts and the screams of predators can be heard, letting the Nightkin know that the jungle is never safe. But in fact, there is no need for these sound reminders. The group had already tensed their nerves, because from time to time in the jungle beside the road, there were dark green beast eyes coveting it. If it weren't for the overwhelming number of people, they would probably not have escaped the fate of the prey.

They walked south for most of the night, and at first, the group talked to each other a few words, but as the road got farther and farther, they gradually lost interest in talking, and just kept their heads down and hurried away. As the moon began to fall, they finally came to a suspension bridge. The surging dark water rushed under the bridge, occasionally lapping against the vertical cliff banks on both sides, making a surging sound. Above the waves, this suspension bridge woven of old vines is covered with thick wooden planks, and when people take steps on it, they will always tremble and tremble, which is terrifying.

After being tested by the Blackstone Mountain Chain Bridge, Diego and Masrae were somewhat immune to the sight, but the mules pulling the cart were not, and no matter how the dwarven stone pots were whipped, they would not move a single step. In the end, it was Masrae's pacifying spell that calmed the mules and pushed them across the bridge.

Here the road turns eastward, undulating, sometimes up the hillside, sometimes spiraling downward, zigzag through low hills and dense forests, and sometimes the person walking behind the carriage does not even see the back of the person walking in front of it.

Before you know it, the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun rises in the east, bringing warmth and vitality to the jungle, but the waning moon still hangs in the western sky, leaving a faint trace. For a time, the sun and the moon shined together, and it was a wonder.

After a long journey, the road turned over a towering cliff and disappeared downward. The group reached the top of the cliff and saw that the jungle was thinning at their feet, and the road followed the mountain all the way down into the distance.

There, the terrain opens up, and the plains of the surging dark river lose its rushing momentum, becoming gentle and gentle, and a huge lake with smoke and waves gathers, which is Lake Neferiti. But at the southwest corner of the lake, a rolling river still rushes out, passing under the same drawbridge from which they came, and flowing west toward the sea.

On the eastern shore of the lake is the camp of goblin ventures - the destination of their trip. At this moment, in the light of the morning light, a huge diamond-like . Well. Flat. The building of the terrace stands in the shallow water on the shore of the lake. The building rumbled at full capacity, billowing smoke coming out of the chimney at the top, hanging like a dark cloud over the camp. In the lower part of the platform, several thick drainage pipes poke into the lake, and from time to time there are colorful oil splashes rolling out from the bottom of the water~ and spreading in all directions, dyeing the lake black.

Next to the platform, closer to the lakeshore, are a cluster of wooden houses, the largest of which is a huge lumberyard that is occasionally brought here by rickety goblin loggers dragging the trunks of felled trees. Around the lumber yard, a large ~ piece of virgin jungle has been cleared, leaving only dense stumps, as if leaving an unsightly dysentery on the earth.

"Elune is on top!" Masrae looked at the catastrophic scene in disbelief and muttered to himself. (To be continued.) )