"Oh, poor boy, you have been bullied by that disgusting goblin. In a small tent, the minotaur patted the whispering elf with pity, and ran her carefully to the bed, intending to find some ointment or something to put on her.

"Sleep!"

A spell sounded in her ears, and then she didn't know anything.

The beautiful elf quietly stood up, she looked around, and suddenly showed a strange smile.

"It's so funny, I love it!"

Then she began to lower her body and began to pray.

Soon, the elf had completed all the rituals, and she opened her mouth and whispered:

"Come out, my children!"

A long, hairy spider leg poked out of her mouth, followed by a brightly colored spotted spider poking out of the elf's mouth. Then came the second, and then the third. Soon, the elf spat out more than twenty spotted spiders the size of a baby's palm.

Like a group of children, these terrifying spiders affectionately surround the elves and make "squeak" sounds.

"Okay, okay, I see, I love you too. Good boys, go to work!"

The swarm circled around the elf again, then vanished into the shadows.

The chieftain's tent of the Minotaurs.

The Great Chief patted the goblin Zode on the shoulder affectionately and said:

"All right, my friend. I said that if we can get out of this damn place, all our wealth will be given to you. ”

"No, we goblins never accept handouts, yes, that's handouts! I just need a fair deal, trade, that's our goblin tradition!" Zode screamed.

"Okay, okay, my friend. What do you need to trade with us?" the Great Chief was a little helpless about the goblin's stubbornness, so he had to follow him.

"Weapons, and food! I know you're fighting the demons of the abyss. Both of these things have always been urgently needed on the battlefield. I brought enough goods this time to ask only for a fair exchange for some wealth. Yes, fairness, this is our goblin motto!"

"Well, I don't think we're going to need these things when we're about to get out of here, but even if it's a friend's kindness, let's start trading. The Great Chief shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

......

Directing numerous minotaurs to transfer the large number of weapons dumped in the space device to their warehouse, Goblin Cobb stood tall on a stone and shouted:

"Hey, worry about it, these are some fine weapons, worth a lot more than that wooden stake you have. The big guy over there, this is a heavy weapon, don't carry it alone...... Alas, forget it, when I didn't say ......"

It wasn't until he saw Zod, who was holding a delicate box, accompanied by the Great Chief, smiling towards him, that Cobb stopped commanding.

"How's the business, boss?" asked Cobb, rubbing his hands.

"Yes, our old friend was very generous. Let's go, let them take care of the rest. Zode laughed triumphantly,

"By the way, what about my cheap dog? I bought it with all my money. Don't lose it. ”

"Your Excellency. Here it is. The minotaur maid carefully led the elf to the goblin, and gave him the rope with a frown.

"Alright, it's all done. Cobb, drive the machine over and leave!" Zode pulled the reins and slapped her on the hip despite the elf's shy cry of pain.

"You, I almost lost face today. See how I train you when I get back!"

"Wang, Wang," the elf called out as he wriggled in fear and looked at Zode pleadingly.

"Thank you, great and generous legend. Ignoring the elves' pleas, he turned back and bowed to the Great Chief,

"Please be ready, we will come back again in five days. Then you will be able to return to your homeland. ”

"May Mother Earth bless you, my friend. Thank you also for your help. We will be waiting for you at that time. The Great Chief bowed as well.

Zode threw a huge scroll over the clearing. Suddenly, the magic flashed, and a large astral gate was formed.

The giant mechanical golem opened the door of light and disappeared inside.

"Chief, what to do with this grain?" a shaman asked, holding two delicate space boxes, crying and laughing.

"Although it is included, it is too ...... to use such precious space props to hold food."

"Goblins have always been like this, and these greedy little creatures are not too bad. Alright, put them in my treasury. Maybe we'll use it later. ”

The "blood nest" plane of the Anroze Zerg. Zod piloted a giant mechanical golem in the heart of a desolate desert.

"What a waste! Those are two valuable eighth-order scrolls. It's a shame to throw it away for nothing. Boss, can't we just walk out of the forest?" shouted Goblin Cobb, thumping his feet and chest.

"Idiot, haven't you heard the saying, 'Do a full set of plays'! Don't be too greedy, two eighth-order scrolls are not precious. We've got a lot more than that. Zuode, who had already recovered the prototype, reprimanded.

"How's it going over there? Zode looked down and asked the elf who was working hard in his crotch.

"Ahem, everything, everything was as you expected. The elf coughed, muttered, and went about his work.

"Hey, you bitch, lighter!" Zode couldn't help but slap the elf's cocked buttocks.

"I'm sorry, my master. The elf exclaimed coquettishly.