"Hey, human, I know you, Razdenk of the Valley of Thorns has a thousand gold coins on your head!" The goblin's eyes lit up, and he seemed very interested in the bounty, but he quickly remembered his current situation, and his eyes darkened.

Diego was surprised that he was so famous among the venture capital firms, and it seemed that the vote in Thorn Valley had caused a terrible loss to the goblins.

A minotaur walked up and kicked the goblin angrily, herding him into a line of captives in the distance, but Diego stopped him.

"Hey man, can you give him to me? I'm interested in this little thing. Diego asked with a smile.

"Oh, of course, whatever you want." The minotaur replied respectfully, the power of the death gaze impressing everyone, whether goblins or minotaurs. No one wanted to offend this powerful human hunter, not to mention that there must be thirty or forty captives in total, and this one was not missing.

"Hey, man, you're such a good man," said the goblin who had survived, thanking him with joy, dancing in circles, "I swear, I'll repay you, in the name of the gold!" ”

"I'll give you a large sum of gold when I'm out of this damn place, but you guess you'll have to go with me to Stonetalon Mountain, because all my possessions are in that place," the goblin who had escaped death—this was what he thought he had, but in fact the mild-mannered Minotaur would rarely carry out executions, and would probably lock him up for a decade or twenty—chattered incoherently, and the excitement of getting out of trouble made it impossible for him to stop, but fortunately, his years as a merchant ensured that his mouth would not be dislocated by talking too much.

"Moreover, I will persuade the Grand Foreman to cancel your bounty order and open your trading privileges, what do you want? Goblin rocket boots or goblin pacemakers? Why don't you get a goblin lumberjack, we'll give you a hard break, how about a 20% discount? Or 7% off? Uh, no, do you want a 50% discount? Oh, my God. You're such a greedy guy! You must be a goblin in human skin, didn't your mother say you had a long-lost goblin father? ”

Diego watched amusementedly and annoyedly as the goblin leader clucked like a freshly laid hen, until he was about to suffocate and took a few breaths.

"Why are you digging this ......" Diego paused, and it suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know what that stone was called.

"Bloodrock shards. We call it Bloodrock Shard. The goblin interjected playfully.

"Oh, yes, Bloodrock Shard, what are you digging it for?"

"We can't be blamed for this, where there is demand, there will be supply. We're just satisfying the market. The goblin spread his hands and grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Oh, who would need such a dangerous thing?" Diego rubbed the stone in his hand and asked with interest, "You know, this stone is so brittle that it can't be used as a building material or for making a sculpture, and it doesn't contain metal, and even if it's used to make a whetstone, blacksmiths think it's too broken." There is not even a large grinding surface. ”

"It's a trade secret, and the big foreman forbids anyone from a venture capital firm to leak it. If Razdenk had known who had slipped his mouth, he would have skinned him. The goblin looked at him with some embarrassment and said.

"Really?" Diego shaved his nails with a sharp bayonet and smiled coldly in his eyes.

"Uh, this, well, for your sake......" The goblin glanced at the bayonet—no doubt that this sharp dagger that almost stabbed the eye at a glance was more than up to the job of a skinner—and shuddered, "It's the boar man of Razor Ridge." They believe that the stones were formed from the blood of their demigod ancestor Agamagan and contain magical powers. ”

"So, what about the consequences?" Diego asked, he knew. If someone holds this stone for a long time, it is impossible not to be affected by the evil energy contained in it.

"Kargal? Thorn Rib, the chief of the boar people, was not normal the last time we went to make a delivery. The goblin leader said with some embarrassment, and he raised his eyes and stole a glance at Diego's gloomy face. added, "Maybe she's crazy now." ”

"Oh." Diego sighed noncommittally. As descendants of the ancient demigod Agamagan, after the demigod's heroic death in battle with the Burning Legion, the Boar People abandoned their heroic and noble traditions in favor of barbarism and brutality. Now it seems that they are still working to restore their former glory, although the direction they are trying to go in a regrettable error. What's more, it is said that they are now involved in the undead natural disaster, and they are really self-defeating.

At that moment, Dezko and Genia hurriedly approached, the latter carrying a crystal bottle with some water in it.

"We just interrogated the goblin captives and got very bad news." Genia said with a grim face, she took out a small piece of blood rock the size of a soybean and threw it into the crystal bottle.

The stone jumped in the bottle a few times, bubbled up a few times, and then quickly dissolved like a piece of dye. After a few seconds, the stone was gone, but the water in the bottle turned the color of blood.

Genia turned her head and looked at the others. She didn't speak, but everyone understood what she was trying to say—this kind of stone can be dissolved in water!

Diego was keenly aware of what that meant, and he turned his head to look at the goblin leader, "Where does the wastewater from your mining go?" ”

The goblin subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly waved his hand to shirk and said, "It's none of my business, Fitzprok and them did it!" I'll just send the goods away! ”

Dezko, who had lost his patience, strode up, grabbed the goblin by the neck, and carried him to him.

"Sue me, water, drained, where!" He glared into the goblin's eyes and gritted his teeth and growled, the goblin's face splashed with saliva from his big mouth, but the latter didn't even dare to wipe it.

The goblin was frightened, and he pointed to the foot of the mountain in the distance in horror: "Over there, over there!" It's all in that little river! ”

Dezko turned his head and looked in the direction he was pointing. He saw a shiny river meandering through the valley and down the mountain.

"I remember that little river seemed to flow into Shiniu Lake." Genia thought with a frown.

"All of Bloodhoof's water comes from that lake!" Dezko suddenly shouted, he threw the goblin on the ground and strode up the hill, "We're in big trouble, it's worse than we thought!" ”

"Gennia, you're going to take a team of the captives to Bloodhoof Village and inform Bane about this? Bloodhoof, the others come with me!" He stood at the top of the hill and commanded loudly, and with his order, all the minotaurs were busy.

After giving the order, Dezko walked over to Diego: "Sorry for delaying your trip, but as you can see, we have some trouble, if you can help......"

"It's an honor to serve you." Diego interrupted him and whispered, "I think my friend thinks the same way. ”

He turned his head to look at Masrae, only to find that the Night Elves had transformed into a cheetah and joined the group of minotaur druids in full gear.

"Look......" Diego said with a smile. (To be continued.) )