"Shall we go in?" asked Gülen, glaring at the cavern where wisps of smoke were constantly emerging, perhaps because the flames had violently scorched everything that could be ignited, and the disgusting stench seemed to have dissipated quite a bit, and the little spider of the black-haired spellcaster crawled out of the cave and triumphantly tapped its chelicera, making a sound that humans could not hear, and Cremar listened for a moment, telling them, "There is nothing in the passage." ”

"We've got to find out where the sheep have gone—more than a hundred sheep, and even if the goblins had a giant appetite, they wouldn't have eaten them all in a few days," said Baldwin. ”

"Is it possible for them to sell sheep to traders?" asked Leona, her eyes shining, and though the stench made her feel uncomfortable, she was trying to take part in the stories that she had only heard from bards.

"If such a stupid trader tries to get close to the goblins, he will only be attacked, and his goods and money will be robbed, and he will be stripped naked and roasted on the fire. Gülen said, and habitually made a downward gesture, grinning and bowing exaggeratedly as he glared at him.

"Glenn, Cremar and I go into the cave," said Kerryburn, "and the two ladies stay outside. ”

"Let the mage stay outside. Berdwin said.

"That's not going to work," Carey said mildly, "look at that passage, I, Kremar and Gülen only have to bend down to get forward, and you might have to get on your knees to get through, Berdwin, and I'm afraid you're going to get stuck somewhere." ”

Leona laughed, and Baldwin shook his head and accepted the Ranger's offer.

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The thieves had indeed hoped that their adventure would begin with a goblin, but he could never have imagined what a nasty and dirty beginning it would be.

After being scorched by the flames, the narrow, low passages were no longer muddy and damp, replaced by thin, hot air and hot floors and walls. It wasn't until the caster gestured and the wind passed through his fingers, bringing fresh air from the outside world, that the thief felt slightly better, but soon, he smelled a fresher stench—the air that had begun to circulate again brought with it a smell elsewhere.

"Sure enough, there are other caves. The Elven Ranger said as the caster's fire elemental servants clicked ahead of them, illuminating and warming the eerie passageway, and Kerry carefully observed his surroundings, the dirt licked by the flames taking on a charred black color. But he could still see that they were originally like leavened bread with large and small, innumerable oval gaps, his slender fingers stretched out one of them and dug into it, and some reddish-brown fragments fell out of it, the elf pinched them in his hand and rubbed them, the skin was rubbed off to reveal a translucent gray-white inside, and the soul of the other world turned around curiously to look at it, and felt that it looked like a solidified piece of silicone.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Termite saliva. The ranger said, "This used to be a colony of yellow-breasted termites. Goblins do this a lot, and they are used to plundering rather than creating. ”

"Oh. The mage said.

"I really don't want to know how big these termites are. Glenn glared at the passage that seemed to never reach the end and said, "The endless abyss is below, and my whole body is itching. ”

"It's the length of an adult man's arm," Mr. Carey said, "rest assured." Now that the goblins have become the masters of this cave, they will not let go of these nutritious, fatty and juicy foods, especially the queen ant, once the queen ant is killed. Remaining termites also die in a very short period of time. ”

"Goblins eat them?" the otherworldly soul said curiously, "how?"

"Just put it in your mouth and bite it," said Kerryben, "but I've heard of dwarves or gnomes roasting them over a fire, if they can." It can also be fried in whale oil, and they say it tastes like peanuts and chicken, and it tastes great with light wine. ”

"Ah......" said a soul from another plane meaningfully, "have you tasted it?"

"Unfortunately," said the elf, "no." ”

The thief who walked ahead of them grimaced, and all he could think of now was feces: "Even the little goblins in Sharp Jaw Harbor smell better than here." He complained, knowing that the little goblins fed on all kinds of corpses, and were covered in swollen and rotting pus.

"Goblins love smells. "I have read in the books of Master Alva that goblins sprinkle dung on their bodies like human noblewomen pour spices on their bodies, and they even dry their dung in the sun and then coat it, and so on several times, but only their leader is allowed to mix blood in the dung, and when a male goblin wants to ask for the favor of a female goblin, he digs a mud pit in which all kinds of meat and entrails are stored, and waits for them to stink before taking them for his courtesy. ”

"Evil. Gülen said.

The fire elemental servant in front of him suddenly stopped, and slapped his chelicera twice.

"We seem to have finished this journey. Gülen said.

"But no," said the black-haired spellcaster, pulling a fluff out of the dimensional pouch and letting go of it, the fluff deflected at an angle instead of falling vertically to the ground.

"The nest of the yellow-breasted giant termite will not be that small. The elf held up his brooch and let the fluorite illuminate the walls, "Normally, their nests have dozens of floors, and we've only passed three. ”

"Is it there?" asked Cremar, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he raised his hands and gestured, and an invisible sledgehammer struck the end of the passage, peeling off layer by layer of dirt, and after a few more blows, a new, more foul-smelling cavern appeared before them.

&&&

"Shall we go in?" asked Gülen, glaring at the cavern where wisps of smoke were constantly emerging, perhaps because the flames had violently scorched everything that could be ignited, and the disgusting stench seemed to have dissipated quite a bit, and the little spider of the black-haired spellcaster crawled out of the cave and triumphantly tapped its chelicera, making a sound that humans could not hear, and Cremar listened for a moment, telling them, "There is nothing in the passage." ”

"We've got to find out where the sheep have gone—more than a hundred sheep, and even if the goblins had a giant appetite, they wouldn't have eaten them all in a few days," said Baldwin. ”

"Is it possible for them to sell their sheep to traders?" asked Leona. Her eyes were shining, and though the stench was uncomfortable for her, she was trying to take part in the stories she had only heard from bards.

"If such a stupid trader tries to get close to the goblins, he will only be attacked, and his goods and money will be robbed, and he will be stripped naked and roasted on the fire. Gülen said, and habitually made a downward gesture, grinning and bowing exaggeratedly as he glared at him.

"Glenn, Cremar and I went into the cave. "Birdwin and the two ladies stayed outside. ”

"Let the mage stay outside. Berdwin said.

"That's not going to work," Carey said mildly, "look at that passage, I, Kremar and Gülen only have to bend down to get forward, and you might have to get on your knees to get through, Berdwin, and I'm afraid you're going to get stuck somewhere." ”

Leona laughed, and Baldwin shook his head and accepted the Ranger's offer.

&&&

The thieves did wish their adventures would start with goblins. But he could not have imagined what a nasty and dirty beginning it would be.

After being scorched by the flames, the narrow, low passage reverts to its original mud and dampness, and is replaced by thin, hot air and hot floors and walls, until the caster gestures. The wind passed through his fingers, bringing fresh air from the outside world, and the thief felt slightly better, but the problem was very quickly. He smelled a fresher stench—the smell of another place from the air currents that had begun to circulate again.

"Sure enough, there are other caves. The Elven Ranger said, and the caster's fire elemental servants clicked ahead of them, illuminating and warming the eerie passageway. Kerry had carefully observed the surroundings, the dirt that had been licked by the flames was charred black, but he could still see that they were originally like leavened bread with large and small, innumerable oval gaps, his slender fingers stretched out one of them and dug into it, and some reddish-brown fragments fell out of it, the elf pinched them in his hand and rubbed them, the skin was rubbed off to reveal a translucent gray-white inside, and the soul of the other world turned around curiously to look at it, feeling that it was very much like a piece of solidified silicone。

"What is this?" he asked.

"Termite saliva. "This used to belong to a colony of yellow-breasted termites, as the goblins used to do, and they were accustomed to plundering rather than creating," said the Ranger. ”

"Oh. The mage said.

"I really don't want to know how big these termites are. Glenn glared at the passage that seemed to never reach the end and said, "The endless abyss is below, and my whole body is itching. ”

"It's the length of an adult male's arm," said Kerryben, "rest assured, now that the goblins have become the masters of this cave, they won't let go of these nutritious, fat and juicy foods, especially the queen ant, once the queen ant is killed, the remaining termites will die in a very short time." ”

"Goblins eat them?" the otherworldly soul said curiously, "how?"

"I've heard of dwarves or gnomes roasting them over a fire, or frying them in whale oil if they can, and they say they taste like peanuts and chicken, and they taste great with light wine." ”

"Ah......" said a soul from another plane meaningfully, "have you tasted it?"

"Unfortunately," said the elf, "no." ”

The thief who walked ahead of them grimaced, and all he could think of now was feces: "Even the little goblins in Sharp Jaw Harbor smell better than here." He complained, knowing that the little goblins fed on all kinds of corpses, and were covered in swollen and rotting pus.

"Goblins love smells. "I have read in the books of Master Alva that goblins sprinkle dung on their bodies like human noblewomen pour spices on their bodies, and they even dry their dung in the sun and then coat it, and so on several times, but only their leader is allowed to mix blood in the dung, and when a male goblin wants to ask for the favor of a female goblin, he digs a mud pit in which all kinds of meat and entrails are stored, and waits for them to stink before taking them for his courtesy. ”

"Evil. Gülen said.

The fire elemental servant in front of him suddenly stopped, and slapped his chelicera twice.

"We seem to have finished this journey. Gülen said.

"But no," said the black-haired spellcaster, pulling a fluff out of the dimensional pouch and letting go of it, the fluff deflected at an angle instead of falling vertically to the ground.

"The nest of the yellow-breasted giant termite will not be that small. The elf held up his brooch and let the fluorite illuminate the walls, "Normally, their nests have dozens of floors, and we've only passed three. ”

"Is it there?" asked Cremar, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he raised his hands and gestured, and an invisible sledgehammer struck the end of the passage, peeling off layer by layer of dirt, and after a few more blows, a new, more foul-smelling cavern appeared before them.

&&&

"Goblins eat them?" the otherworldly soul said curiously, "how?"

"I've heard of dwarves or gnomes roasting them over a fire, or frying them in whale oil if they can, and they say they taste like peanuts and chicken, and they taste great with light wine." ”

"Ah......" said a soul from another plane meaningfully, "have you tasted it?"

"Unfortunately," said the elf, "no." ”

The thief who walked ahead of them grimaced, and all he could think of now was feces: "Even the little goblins in Sharp Jaw Harbor smell better than here." He complained, knowing that the little goblins fed on all kinds of corpses, and were covered in swollen and rotting pus.

"Goblins love smells. "I have read in the books of Master Alva that goblins sprinkle dung on their bodies like human noblewomen pour spices on their bodies, and they even dry their dung in the sun and then coat it, and so on several times, but only their leader is allowed to mix blood in the dung, and when a male goblin wants to ask for the favor of a female goblin, he digs a mud pit in which all kinds of meat and entrails are stored, and waits for them to stink before taking them for his courtesy. ”

"Evil. Gülen said.

The fire elemental servant in front of him suddenly stopped, and slapped his chelicera twice.

"We seem to have finished this journey. Gülen said.

"But no," said the black-haired spellcaster, pulling a fluff out of the dimensional pouch and letting go of it, the fluff deflected at an angle instead of falling vertically to the ground.

"The nest of the yellow-breasted giant termite will not be that small. The elf held up his brooch and let the fluorite illuminate the walls, "Normally, their nests have dozens of floors, and we've only passed three. (To be continued......)

PS: Modify the second half and wait an hour.