After searching for half an hour, everyone still found nothing.

"Ding-dong-ding-ding!"

At this moment, there was a bell in the distance, accompanied by the creaking of a wooden cart.

"The gods are above, it's not my delusion."

A goblin with its lower body tied to a wooden cart, green-skinned, and pointy-eared ugly crawled along.

"Venerable Princess Nuara, what wind has brought you here?"

"Goblin Master Vero, you're still alive?" Princess Nuara couldn't help but exclaim as she looked at this dirty goblin.

"Thanks to you."

"Do you know the entrance to the Betsmola Passage?"

"Looks like you and Prince Nuada have the same goals." Goblin Vero sighed, "Are you ready to start the Golden Legion?" ”

"Come with me."

Vero staggered into the distance, strangely slow as he looked, but not slow, and soon led the group to a boulder.

He took out a chic whistle and blew it gently.

There was no sound coming from the whistle, but then the mountain shook, and the middle of the boulder collapsed downward, accompanied by the sound of gears turning, forming a downward passage.

"Vero was once a famous mechanical master in the goblin race, and the original Golden Legion was born in his hands, but unfortunately he was accidentally burned by the flames while creating the Golden Legion and lost his legs forever."

Nuara explained softly to Mawson.

Scratching his dirty scalp, Vero looked at Mawson with pride, "Human, although your technology does have merits, there are still some gaps compared to top-level goblin technology. ”

"I want to ...... back then"

It seems that he hasn't met someone who can talk for too long, and Vero can't stop talking with one mouth, and Balabala can't stop talking.

"Alright, alright." Mawson hurriedly stopped him, "It's not too late to brag about when you can build a weapon like Thor's hammer." ”

Vero's eyes widened, "You're a human, and you actually know about Mjolnir?!" ”

Mo Sen waved his hand nonchalantly, "I know a lot of things, as far as I know, only dwarves are true experts in casting, I don't know how far you are from a real master?" ”

Vero's swollen face turned green, "Dwarves are good at forging, and we goblins love gears and manufacturing, and we are not comparable to reckless men like them!" ”

"Let's talk about this again when we have time, help me lead the way!"

Seeing that Mawson really seemed to know something, Vero didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and walked into the passage first.

When he got here, Mawson didn't let Princess Nuara continue to follow, he ordered No. 1, No. 3 and No. 7 to stay outside to protect Nuala, and made a corresponding retreat plan, and then led the others along the passage to go in.

He already knew from the goblin Vero that after passing through the passage of Betsmola, he would reach the underground city, and the place where the Golden Legion slept was in the deepest part of the city.

After walking through a long passage, the group came to an open city gate, and looked down to see a magnificent city.

I don't know how many years have passed, and the whole city has become dilapidated, but only the remaining remnants of the walls can show some of the glory of the past.

"What's going on here?"

"Have you heard of the Eternal Flame?" Vero sighed and asked Mawson.

"You mean the Odin Treasure kept in Asgard?"

"Human, you even know this?" Vero was really shocked, and he looked Mawson up and down before continuing.

"The power source for the Golden Legion is something very similar to the Eternal Flame, but it's obviously more ...... Evil. ”

"The power source in the Golden Legion will continue to draw energy from the surrounding space, the earth will lose nutrients and will no longer be suitable for plants to grow, and even the air will become barren."

"Over time, it became a dead land."

"It turns out that this is the secret of the Golden Army's immortality and never stop fighting." Thinking of this, Mawson's heart moved, and an idea suddenly popped up in his heart.

If the idea is feasible, it will not only solve this curse-like situation, but even improve the combat effectiveness of the Golden Legion.

As he spoke, Vero had already led the group through a large hall, and then continued down.

"Have you been here alone for so many years?"

Vero nodded, "I built these killing machines, and I have to make sure they don't go undetected by anyone." ”

This is the legendary guy who has mastered goblin technology, even if he can't reach the master level, it is estimated that the difference will not be too far, and the two of them talked about it, and Mo Sen couldn't help but move some thoughts.

What kind of sparks will the goblin black technology collide with Dr. Zola?

The group walked down for a while, and came to the bottom of the city, and then a shocking picture appeared before Mawson's eyes.

In the depths of the dark dungeon, countless oval-shaped metal giant eggs with a height of two meters were densely arranged at the bottom.

The surface of the metal dome was carved with intricate patterns, and they were cold and lifeless, but just standing there, they gave people a cold killing intent.

Stimulated, Barnes was short of breath and subconsciously put on a metal visor.

"I can only send you here, and the middle altar is the center." He looked at Mawson, "I hope that this awakening of the Golden Army will not bring slaughter to this world." ”

Taking out the fragment of the crown that he was carrying, Mawson asked softly, "Is it true that the legend that the Golden Legion can only be controlled by the royal family who wears the crown?" ”

In the face of Mawson's aggressive gaze, Vero was quickly defeated.

"That's just a rhetoric from the Elven King to maintain his rule, and the crown is made up of a few scarce magical metals."

"Whoever wears the crown can control them!"

Mawson nodded, Vero's answer was important, related to his next plan of action.

Descending the stairs, the group soon came to the central round platform, where, in addition to Prince Nuada, there were many young elves who supported him, and they followed Alanya in full armor.

Howard, who was originally suave, was pinched in his hands by Wenk like a chicken, and he didn't look like a big deal except for some gray faces.

"Mawson!"

"Nuada!"

As soon as they met, the two went toe-to-toe.

Faintly, I can feel heavy pressure from each other.

"Click!"

Numerous agents pulled the bolts of their guns and aimed at the elves in front of them.

"Uh......"

Wenke retracted his palm, and Howard's face turned red and his forehead was bruised.

"Put the gun down, or I'll pinch him to death!"

Prince Nuada said coldly.

Mawson's face sank, and he hesitated, but waved his hand to let everyone put down their guns.