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For Naga's "little depression", Moriarty just laughed it off.

At the same time, there was a loud rumble in the dock. It turned out that when they saw the defeat of the goblin mage, the goblin crew in the dock ignored it and took off directly.

However, before the goblin airship could fully rise from the open dock in the center of the dock, a magic arrow quickly shot out of Moriarty's wand, shattering the airship's delicate airbag one by one. As a result, the airship, which quickly lost lift, had to land slowly and reluctantly return to the ground.

"Break all the airship airbags first, and then put the goblin captives together." Moriarty withdrew her wand and commanded Margaret.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Immediately, the werewolf led half of the wolf cavalry to destroy the other airships parked in the huge dock, and Clausewitz led the other wolf horsemen to another dock in the workshop. At the same time, the attentive staff officer did not forget to set up a striking warning sign around the perimeter of the magical minefield to prevent other fighters of Olympus from entering by mistake.

"Zhukov, you go and contact White and ask him to speed up and 'clean up' the outskirts of the town. In half an hour at most, we will have to 'light a fire' and evacuate. Glancing at the noisy dock, most of the goblins were honest and did not dare to resist under the wheath of the wolf's rider, and Moriarty immediately ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Naga nodded and turned to leave, while Tchaikov and Chekov, who remained behind, continued to guard Moriarty's side. Just in case.

"Your Excellency, that high-level mage should have a lot of 'good goods' on him, let's not miss it." Seeing that everything was fine for a while, Chekov, who had the most out-of-character personality, came up to him and snickered in his voice.

"Hehe, I know." Moriarty looked at Naga and smiled.

Successfully getting a goblin high-level mage, Morarty also paid a high price. Ten of the Red Crystal Gargoyles alone have been destroyed and cannot be repaired; The remaining magic golems were also hit hard by Robert's fireball, and they were almost half destroyed. So. Moriarty is also looking forward to getting something good from the goblin mage to balance his financial situation and the "wounded mind".

Three magic rings, two alchemical amulets, a torn mage robe, and a space pocket that has yet to be opened. These were all the goods that had been recovered from Robert's body. After "picking up the corpse", Moriarty directly burned it, and at the same time removed all traces of his own shots.

"Look what's in your pocket."

A High Mage's Dimensional Bag. That's a great trophy. Excited, Chekov wished he could open it immediately to see what was going on.

"Huh. There's no rush. If there are good things, they will not forget you. Let's talk about it later. Moriarty, however, was not as eager as the Naga, as he was still in danger and was not a good time to examine the loot.

"Your Excellency. Please come by, we found a dungeon in the southeast corner of the workshop, which is full of goblins. At this moment, Clausewitz suddenly returned to the dock with two wolf cavalry.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Moriarty was immediately stunned, and then followed the old werewolf outside.

Leaving the dock and exiting the magical minefield through the safe passage of Guò, Clausewitz led Moriarty to a nondescript mill-like two-story cabin. There, another wolf cavalry was on strict alert, and when he saw Moriarty and the others coming, the wolf cavalry immediately opened the door of the closed house.

"Right here, the cell is dug under the wooden hut." The old werewolf nodded, explained to Moriarty, and walked inside.

Moriarty followed.

Unlike the outside, the inside of the wooden house is filled with a strong smell and the air is very turbid. And because there is only a small window around to let in the light, the light in the house is also very dim.

On the ground, a heavy, movable stone slab has been removed, revealing a one-meter-square black hole below. Looking down the cave entrance, you can see a rough stone staircase descending vertically. At the bottom of the black hole, there was a faint red light, and it was thought that there were already wolf cavalry waiting below.

"It's really hidden." Moriarty withdrew his gaze, then glanced at the old werewolf.

"No matter how good a mechanism is, it can't escape Wolfgang's nose." Clausewitz smiled slightly disdainfully, and strode down the hole first.

The hole is quite deep, at least ten meters long. In addition, there are large and small moss growing on the stone steps, which makes it quite slippery and difficult to walk on.

Unhurriedly to the bottom of the cave, the air became more and more turbid. Through the light of the two torches, Moriarty could see that it was a rudimentary underground prison. Three or four meters in front of the stone steps, there is a huge cast-iron fence, and an iron gate on the fence is locked. Behind the iron fence, there is a confined space of about ten square meters, in which the black pressure is stuffed with ragged goblins with a "rushing" taste.

When he saw Moriarty and the others coming down, the goblins' faces were full of surprise.

However, the first thing that caught Moriarty's attention was not the nearly 100 "goblin prisoners", but a black iron cage hanging above the heads of these "sardines". Inside the iron cage, a middle-aged goblin was tightly chained with hands and feet, and several parts of his body were also inserted with special silver needles. And seeing Moriarty's gaze, the goblin in the iron cage also looked back calmly and abnormally. Neither struggling nor excited, but his eyes were full of deep questions and puzzlement.

"Why are you being locked up here?" Moriarty withdrew his gaze and muttered into the dungeon.

"Human lord, we, we are all fugitives. Because he couldn't bear the war and forced labor, he fled out, but he was still arrested. Hearing the question, the goblins in the prison looked at each other for a while, and finally selected the oldest old goblin to answer.

"Fugitives? I see. Moriarty nodded.

Obviously, this unprecedented war between the North and the South not only dealt a heavy blow to the North's trading system, but also put a huge burden on the South's already modest economic situation. The goblins in front of them should be those "goblin rebels" who ran away because they couldn't afford the high "armor tax" and "hammer tax", or couldn't endure the heavy hard labor. According to the wartime laws of the Goblin Alliance, all traitors were punished very severely, and even hanged without trial.

"Toraf, you open the cell door and bring these goblins first." Moriarty glanced at the old werewolf and ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The mid-tier Beamon warrior drew his scimitar and slashed it down with a "swoop". Immediately, the sharp tip of the knife cut off a ring of chains on the iron door.

"All of you come out! Come with me! Toraf pulled open the rusty cell door and yelled at the goblins inside.

"It's... Be... Master! ”

As if frightened by the power of Beamon's crisp sword, the hundred and ten goblins did not dare to make any noise at all, and honestly bowed their heads and walked out of the dungeon, and then lined up one by one to step up the stone steps to the ground. And above, there are already other wolves riding in response.

After about ten minutes, all the goblins in the prison had left, and only himself and Clausewitz were left in the cave, and Moriarty raised his head again and smiled at the goblins who were still locked in the iron cage in mid-air.

"Hello, honorable goblin mage. Can I know your name and job level? ”

"Henry; Henry. Todd; Level 5 mage. The goblin also pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, but even such a small movement seemed to involve the "magic needle" inserted in his body, and it looked stiff and abnormal.

"Hello, Lord Todd. I am a human third-level mage from the north, Moriarty. Hats off. In keeping with the tradition of the wizarding world, Moriarty bowed to the goblin mage before asking, "Can you tell me why you are imprisoned in such a filthy dungeon?" As far as I know, goblin mages don't have to pay onerous war taxes and perform hard labor, do they? What's more, you're also a mid-level magic professional. I don't think the wizarding world of the South has prospered to the point where you can kill a mid-level mage at will. ”

"'Treasures will make the innocent guilty.'" Henry did not answer Moriarty's question directly, but only vaguely borrowed a goblin proverb to give a vague answer, and then directly asked, "Then, young human mage, why are you here?" Come to think of it, it's unlikely that the Civil War would end overnight, right? ”

"Hehe, of course not." Moriarty shook his head: "It is precisely because of the fierce fighting between the north and the south that I was sent here to complete some disgraceful sabotage activities. After all, your airships are a real nuisance, so the Allied High Command wants to do their best to get rid of some of them. ”

"Wrecking the airship!? Could it be that you have already taken over the entire town of Duoyun? Hearing this, the goblin mage couldn't help but be stunned: "It shouldn't be! That bastard Robert hadn't returned to the front line yet, and it was impossible for a few mid- and low-level warriors and mages to withstand the counterattack of the high-level mages alone. ”

"In fact, our combat power is still quite impressive." Seeing that the other party finally began to have some excited expressions, Moriarty smiled keenly and said, "As for that high-level mage, hehe..."

"You killed Robert!?" Looking at the human mage with a flat smile on his face, Henry's face changed sharply again, and it took a long time before he finally said, "Mage Moriarty, I want to make a deal with you. ”

"Oh? What kind of deal? ”

"I trade a secret for my freedom." As if having made up his mind, the goblin mage said in a deep voice. (To be continued......)