Three days earlier, Dharanises' "Storm Raider" had been on the verge of a perfect end, but in the end it had to be frustrated by the timely arrival of the Northern Allies.

During the battle, the goblin side invested nearly 20 brigades and nearly 2,000 men in a continuous attack that lasted for ten days and nights. Not only did it suppress the human army in Stormwind City, but it even completely smashed through the enemy's walls at one point and truly broke through. It's a pity that Mrs. Hanquan's amazing shot is really unstoppable. After losing the entire Kamon in the blink of an eye, Dharanisis gave the order to retreat on all fronts with a rare heart.

There is no doubt that if you want to fight against a super-strong person like the Grand Arcanist or the Templar in this world, you must either find a guy of the same level to come out and fight against others, or you must be prepared to fill it with astronomical human lives. And whether it is a mage professional or a warrior professional, after breaking through the limit of the high level, they can obtain the right to fly freely. The difference is that the Grand Arcanist can rely purely on his own vast mana to stay in the air, while the Templar's embodied light armor is aided by light wings. Therefore, it is conceivable that for this kind of extreme path that can fight, resist, fly, and run, no matter how arrogant Dharanisis is, he must put away his arrogant head, obediently grab his asshole and run away.

After receiving the latest battle report from the goblin commander, the high-ranking people on the Yugoslav Alliance side did not blame Dharanisis too much, but only scolded a few words lightly and fined the commander of the garrison corps half a year's salary as punishment. After all, no one could have expected that the Allied reinforcements would come so quickly, and at the same time, there would be a big man at the level of a Grand Arcanist rushing to help. In such a situation. Changing to any goblin general, the on-site command can only make one choice: retreat. However, in private, Lucas, the lord of Khumbu, still scolded Dharanisis. After all, who let the goblin commander throw so much of his iron fist of war under Stormwind? It turned out that Lucas also wanted to use this manipulating magic puppet that had been developed for nearly twenty years before finally succeeding in the future Armageddon to make a stunning appearance and decide the battle. Unexpectedly, it was now completely exposed to the Allies, and Mrs. Cold Spring got a practical sample. It is conceivable that the cunning human beings will definitely make new combat preparations and deployments against the iron fist of war.

However, no amount of scolding can change the outcome of the Battle of Stormwind. At the moment, the goblin commanders are most concerned and worried. How to deal with the new arrival of the human allies and the Grand Arcanists. Especially like Lady Cold Spring and other human pole powerhouses, goblins are still quite afraid of what they say in their hearts. It's not that there aren't Grand Arcanists in the South-Alliance. Also part of Bracada, the goblins of the south are just as prosperous as a magical civilization. It's no worse than the humans of the North. It's just that in the magic circle of goblins, mage professionals are far more independent than human mages. In almost all goblin city-states, including Khumbu City, the number of mages that can be directly controlled by the official only accounts for less than one-third of the total number of mages. Most of the other mages are guest or hired to provide equivalent services to those in power. As for those of the most powerful Grand Arcanist-level masters. It is completely equal to the city lord, and it will never rely on the city lord's mansion economically and materially, and even some city lords' mansions will be semi-subordinate to or obey the will of the grand arcanist. And the origin of this strange tradition can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago, when the goblin race first worked hard to colonize-people in South Bracada, in fact, they were the first colonization-settlements established by a team with mages as the core in various parts of the south. In other words, all of the earliest rulers of the Goblin Regime were of the mage class. It was only in the subsequent gradual evolution that the power to manage internal affairs and the economy was handed over to the administrators, and the mages gradually retreated into the background. Of course, this kind of retreat is just that the mages have no intention or impatience to deal with firewood, rice, oil and salt all day long. And once the real thing happens, the mage's voice is always louder among the goblins. Even if it is as powerful as Lucas, the lord of Khumbu City. When you meet a goblin archa, you must be humble as if you were a grandson. However, Lucas is indeed the grandson and great-grandson of Master Talia, one of the two Grand Arcanists in Khumbu City.

Now, with the Extreme Dao powerhouse in the human camp, the high-level leaders of the Yugoslav Alliance are a little habitually not calm. There wasn't much hesitation. Inviting the Grand Arcanists of their own race to the platform of the Yongvel Valley became a matter of urgency.

"Master Asiria, on behalf of all of the garrison, I would like to welcome you to the Valley of Yongville." Amid the loud military music, Dharanisis trotted briskly to the goblin airship, which had just landed on the snow, before the gangway had been opened, the gangway had not been lowered, and the expensive little camel hair red carpet had not yet been rolled out. Respectfully, he bowed down in the snow and shouted loudly. Behind him, a whole group of mages bent their noble knees and bowed sincerely to the white cloud on the side of the airship.

"Hehe, little Dharanisis, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you have really grown up." With an old laugh, a figure slowly floated directly from the deck of the airship, and then fell in front of the goblin commander like a free cloud. At the same time, the closed lock mark on the airship's hatch also opened with a "bang", and the hatch immediately fell, and then one by one, old and young goblin mages hurried down the gangway, and stood respectfully behind the floating figure.

"No matter how Dharanisis grows up, in your eyes, I'm afraid that he will always be the thief boy who secretly drank magic potions and ended up making trouble for a month." Still crouching on the snow, his lowered gaze glancing at the pair of inky mage boots in front of him, which seemed to be forever separated from the ground and had no soil, the goblin commander said with a smile.

"yes. It's obviously your sister's thing, but you have to go and get it, who is to blame for pulling your stomach for a month? The owner of the boots also laughed, as if remembering something extraordinarily pleasant: "Okay, get up, after kneeling in the snow for a long time, Kacherova will blame me, the teacher, for not taking care of her own children." Ha ha! ”

With this laughter, an invisible wind lifted Dharanisis invisibly from the ground. Even the snow marks stained on the goblins' crisp officer uniforms were as if they had been carefully brushed with the gentlest of brushes. Straight back to a crisp and bright state.

"Welcome again, Grandpa Aceria!" Standing up and looking at the clumsy goblin old man in front of him, who was almost a head shorter than himself, Dharanisis seemed to suddenly turn back into a child, and hugged the great arcanist of Aceriya, who was as noble as the stars and the moon in the eyes of ordinary people.

Seeing such a scene, several young people among the followers behind the Grand Arcanist wanted to rush forward to stop or scold, but they were immediately stopped by the oldest qualified high-level mage of Guqi with their eyes.

And at the same time. The officers on the other side, who were lining up to welcome the Grand Arcanist, heard and witnessed this qiē, and only then did they deeply realize that the background and backstage of the Legion Commander were so unimaginably deep and solid. It turned out that Dharanis's ascension was not only supported by the pillow wind of his city lord's wife's sister, but also by Master Asiria, one of the twin towers of Khumbu City. It can well be imagined. Such qualifications and connections are also counted as the number one in the Yugoslav Alliance. It's no wonder that the big sin of putting three knives and six holes on others becomes a foolish account for the father-in-law who turns big things into small things, small things into birds, and finally the is gone.

"Alright, you thief boy, let go. Hold it again. I'm going to rip your beard around. After allowing the goblin commander to lean in for half a minute, the Grand Arcanist smiled, patted Dharanises on the shoulder, and hurriedly straightened out his cherished anomaly beard.

"Hehe, it's good that my sister isn't here. Otherwise, seeing you like this, you will definitely have to tie a bow on your white beard again. The goblin commander took a step back, then turned to give a respectful salute to Guchi and the other mages who had arrived with him.

"Yes." Gu Qi said that he was also an old acquaintance who watched the two sisters and brothers grow up, so he smiled and nodded, saying hello. And some other "newcomers" who are not so familiar with Dharanisis see the style of their own boss and second boss, and they quickly understand that the young goblin legion leader in front of him is a "red man" who needs to take good care of the relationship. Immediately, they all put aside their former arrogant mages and gently returned the favor to Dharanisis.

"Master, please go into the tent. I heard you were coming, so I prepared a dozen of fine wines. Some of them were top-notch goods that had been seized from the human baggage depot not long ago, and could not be bought by real money outside. The goblin commander chuckled softly. On one side, lead the Grand Arcanist and the mages on both sides to the well-dressed camp. As for the other goblin officers, except for the highest-ranking ones who were able to attend the welcome banquet for a while, most of the others didn't even have the opportunity to accompany them.

"Haha, you'll be generous to others. I've heard that you've wiped out all the mages in Crimson City, and it seems that those bottles of wine must be the Crimson City Lord's precious cellar. "Aceria is one of the few drinkers among the Grand Arcanists, though the amount of alcohol is terrifyingly ordinary. But the taste is quite good. Therefore, every year, Khumbu City will set a special large budget for this big pillar to collect fine wine from all over the mainland, which can be regarded as the filial piety of the city lord's mansion.

"Crimson City is nothing. If you can drink the fine wine of aquamarine, then it is truly enjoyable. With a chuckle, Dharanisis winked his eyes at the Grand Arcanist.

"Blue Crystal City? Haha, that's not easy. With Madame Coldspring and Master Figaro here, their wine was not so good. Asilia could naturally hear the meaning of the words, and secretly sighed that the thief kid in front of him had the guts of the dog, and he actually wanted to pinch himself and break his wrist with two poles of the same level. In fact, the circle between the truly strong is extremely small, and who the Azure Crystal City Lord and Dean Hockenheim are, Aceria understands it very clearly. Even if the Goblin Grand Arcanist can slightly outperform either of the two juniors in terms of experience and level, it doesn't mean that he can be arrogant enough to go one against the other. And the old man can also see that Dharanisis probably can't hold back the big loss he just suffered, and wants to change his method to get some fields back from Blue Crystal City. In this regard, the old goblin planned to ignore him and drink in peace.

"There are too many people in the wine field, so naturally it is not so enjoyable to drink. But if you come one by one—" Unafraid of the Grand Arcanist's glare, the goblin commander continued with a hippie smile.

"What, you thief boy really want to touch Stormwind again?" At last he sat down on the throne in the big tent, and looked at the other people who were quite far away, and the old goblin man said to Dharanisis in a deep voice with some anger and amusement: "I can sue you, even if I contain Lady Hanquan. But there are already other human allies in Stormwind, and you won't be able to get any good out of it. ”

"I understand this, old man." The goblin commander waved away his attendants, picked up a bottle of liquor that had a brilliant amber color through the transparent crystal wall, and slowly unscrewed the cap of the gold-wire seal. Immediately, a deep aroma of wine condensed by years slowly emanated from the mouth of the bottle, making people drunk before they had drunk it. Mind relaxed.

'Oh?' Erathia Salute'? The old goblin man is obviously the master of the goods, and when he smells it, he knows the samadhi: "This is really rare." In other words, it is in the human kingdom itself. There are probably very few 'salutes' that still exist today. Time is really fast, if it weren't for the 'Rebellion of the Dawn' decades ago, the 'Erathia Salute' would not have become a swan song. ”

"Rebellion at the Dawn?" Dharanisis poured wine into the cup in front of the Grand Arcanist. He asked.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's just the internal turmoil of the Kingdom of Erathia, but it has smashed a lot of good things. The Fiat winery, which used to make the 'Eracia Salute', is one of them. As he spoke, the old goblin man sighed again, took a sip of his glass, and then closed his eyes and savored it for a long time, until the wine was swallowed and sucked down along with the wine, and then he sighed with great satisfaction.

"Erathia has also been in turmoil. Like us now? Unlike the Grand Arcanist's indulgence, Dharanisis took a sip and then asked.

"It's the same, it's not the same." Seeing that the other party was so gluttonous, Aceria snatched the bottle from the goblin commander's hand. Cherished with a gold cap resealed, and then immediately received their own space pocket.

"Tell me about it, old man, what is the story of the 'Dawn Rebellion'?" Laughing at the Grand Arcanist's disfigured behavior, Dharanisis took another bottle of "Griffin VIII" from the table next to him, but this time it was already taken away by the old man before he could open the bottle.

"You thief boy, this is 'Griffin VIII.'" It's been a good wine for more than 100 years, but you're so prescribed? As if examining the most delicate magic prop, Aceria looked at the crown griffin emblem on the wine bottle, which had been a little muddy by time, and said lightly: "The Rebellion of the Dawn is what we outsiders call it, and the nobles of Erathia call that turmoil the rebellion of the false gods. To put it simply, a group of followers of the God of Light who suddenly appeared out of nowhere demanded the restoration of the orthodoxy of the gods, and also instigated many commoners to demand the division of power and wealth in the hands of the nobles. Naturally, the nobles of Erathia are not good at stubble. After so on, the two sides fought. In the end, although the aristocratic lord of the human race won a complete victory, he also suffered a lot of internal friction and hurt a lot of vitality. ”

"I see." Dharanisis nodded, and at the same time took out a third bottle. It was a bottle of Lester, but unlike a normal Leist, the clear bottle in the Goblin Commander's hand was not an ordinary wine color, but a chocolate that was close to burnt color with a hint of red sauce.

"Is this 'Battlefield Song'?" Seeing the third bottle of wine in Dharanisis' hand, Aceria was shocked again, and quite completely.

Legend has it that the Battlefield Song was played in Griffin. In the Hart era, the elven tribe who submitted to the hegemony of humans in the New World instructed the dual masters of brewing and magic to use the ancient methods of the elven empire, with cherished raw materials and special magic craftsmanship to refine the magic wine, and to pay tribute to the king of mankind. According to legend, this kind of "magic wine" called the Song of the Battlefield and has a unique ancient sauce-colored liquor, not only has an incomparable aroma and taste, but also has a certain effect of recovering blood and returning demons and resisting bad states after drinking. Hart's love. However, with the establishment of Dejia and the spanning of Vilia and Erathia, the elves have not paid tribute to the human kingdom for hundreds of years. As a result, most people believe that this magic wine, like many other magical civilizations, has completely disappeared into the dust of history. But the goblin Grand Arcanist never imagined that he would see this wine in action today.

"This was also captured from Crimson City?" The old man looked at the sauce-colored wine, then at Dharanisis, and raised his long white eyebrows.

"It's not." The goblin commander shook his head honestly: "I bought this one myself to honor my grandfather." ”

"Hehe, you! What a thief boy! Looking into the eyes of the goblin commander, the Grand Arcanist shook his head helplessly, took the battle song, and tapped it carefully. Sure enough, from within the ancient sauce-colored drink, there were mellow but refreshing magical fluctuations that continued to emanate. It's unbelievable that hundreds of years have passed, and the magic alcohol condensed in the Battlefield Song has not only not dissipated, but has become more and more mellow with the waves of time. Without even opening the bottle to taste, holding it in her hand, Aceria was already very satisfied.

"Tell me, what the hell do you little guy want me to do? Could it be that you really want to touch Stormwind once? Placing the bottle back on the table, the Grand Arcanist looked squarely at each other.

"Of course not." The goblin commander shook his head directly: "I just hope that old man, old man, you can ride the goblin airship with me to go around outside." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Northside."

"What?"

"I've heard that the Lady of Figaro from Azurite City went out with a regiment of mages and a squadron of guards, wanting to join in the fun here in Yongville. That's why I want to go up and take it first. Dharanisis leaned into the old man's ear and whispered.

"You thief boy, you have such a big appetite?" Hearing this, the Goblin Grand Arcanist was also shocked.

"With you, Uncle Guci, and a group of mages here, I'll take two more brigades and three Naga friends. You see, such a configuration is enough to welcome customers, right? ”

“… Hmph, count you kid ruthless! The old man glanced at the goblin commander, and then carefully pocketed the Battlefield Song. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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