With the blessing of clairvoyance, Punk saw that there were about six or seven little green-skinned monsters hidden in the bushes that were a man tall, which was a novice monster that was very common in both the plane of Faeron and the online games of Earth, goblins.

Goblins are related to goblins, although history and genes have proved this, but no goblins will admit it, after all, although the goblin civilization has declined, but the Imaskaki Empire has a prominent reputation in many planes! And goblins have remained uncivilized since ancient times, no wonder goblins look down on these "poor relatives".

Goblins are only as tall as children, with a large eagle hooked nose, a large head disproportionate to the body, wearing a tattered animal fur, looking more like a group of hungry people than some robbers, in fact, they do bully the soft and afraid of the hard, but this does not mean that they are not dangerous, they have no less than the strength of adults and the same agility as apes, generally speaking, it takes two ordinary militia to deal with a goblin, and the combat power of these goblins is equivalent to a militia squad!

Judging from the location of the goblin ambush, their original target should have been a herd of reindeer who were about to come to the river to drink in the distance, after all, their small short legs were not up to the speed of "hunting"!

But now the little monsters with their low IQ have apparently changed their target, and their small fists clenched on stone axes indicate that they are eyeing the closer, weaker-looking punk, but punk is not a weak prey.

The punk stood still and took out a small piece of rabbit grease from the pocket of his robe, and the average person with an IQ of 50 or more should choose to avoid it immediately when they see the mage take out the spell casting materials, but this group of ignorant goblins still think that they have not been discovered, and they are still looking forward to the "prey" to enter some more and launch a surprise attack in one fell swoop!

With the triple support of casting materials, gestures, and spells, Punk easily unleashed this apprentice-level summoning spell - Greasy Spell in less than two seconds.

A large cloud of astral oil was created by the soul, and then summoned into reality by the power of magic, the small piece of rabbit grease had disappeared, replaced by a basketball-sized ball of astral oil that shimmered with white points of light, and with the completion of the last syllable of the spell, this ball of astral oil was projected towards the large bush where the goblins were hiding under the action of the small catapult circle that came with the spell structure, the speed was not fast, it was comparable to the speed of a slingshot to shoot stones, and the speed of a sniper rifle like a secondary ejection technique, but even this was not something that this group of goblins who still didn't know why could react。

The little monsters were startled and jumped up to get out of the bushes, but the slippery Astral Oil quickly caused them to fall to the ground, and they struggled wildly, but they didn't have a chance to get up again!

As early as after the release of the greasy spell, Punk began to prepare the next spell, this time the spell he released was the simplest spell in the plastic energy system - the mini fireball spell, this spell has very low lethality, its main role is actually to make fire, but at this time, it is used with the greasy spell This field control spell has a huge power.

Because the mini fireball technique is so simple, the punk only took about a second to complete, the orange-red ping-pong ball-sized fireball flew out immediately after the greasy spell, almost at the same time as the goblins were slipped, the mini fireball smashed into the bushes stained with astral oil, the astral oil that flashed white dots of light was more flammable than the punk thought, and the entire bush soon turned into a big fireball, billowing black smoke spread on the top of the bush, and the astral oil burned to produce a high temperature of nearly 1,000 degrees, even in the early morning when the temperature was still low, the fireball bush produced a circle of sunfire within a meter diameter, as for the poor goblins inside...... With the exception of a few "little fire men" with thick leather armor, who also broke out of the bushes and rolled twice on the grass next to them, most of the others only had time to let out a creepy scream before they turned into a mass of char.

The fire ignited by the astral oil burned quickly, and after about a minute, all the flames were extinguished, after all, there was still a lot of water contained in the plants in the tender season.

As the few wisps of ash smoke dissipated in the wind, the bleak scene on the ground was unabashedly revealed, the bushes had been wiped out long before the burning began, and now only a few barely recognizable charcoal bodies remained on the ground.

Seeing this, Punk whistled lightly and strode towards the charred corpses, who kicked away a few pieces of "charcoal" with the soles of his shoes, but there was nothing but a few pieces of roasted black stone. "Sure enough, this is a real world, and it's better not to be delusional about dropping items or something." Punk rubbed the soles of his shoes on a rock by the river, pouted a little dissatisfied, and continued on his way.

Walking downstream along the river, Punk recalls the group of goblin corpses that were wiped out by himself, and surprisingly does not feel disgusting, and even has a faint excitement from the bottom of his heart. "Maybe it's because it's not human-shaped!" Punk genuinely thinks this is a good thing, and it proves that his mind has adapted to this world of the jungle.

Walking along the river, the river taps on the bank, because of the blue light on the small fish horns in the river, the whole river is scattered with blue light points, and the two suns in the sky, one large, one small, one red and one orange, slowly move to the center.

Just after noon, a village comes into the spotlight of punks.

The village is characterized by poverty, the most characteristic of a medieval village, surrounded by a ring of hedges made of branches of various lengths, the tattered walls of which are not so much a defense against wild beasts as a boundary for the village, and large irregular, scattered farmland separated by winding paths that rise far beyond the "heap" The shack together is the house of the villagers, and most of the villagers who are now working in the fields are yellow and thin, if it is night, they may not be believed to say that they are undead skeletons, now these villagers are using wooden farm tools to weed the fields, and next to him another tall man with a hideous face is patrolling the field with a leather whip, and when he encounters a little slower work, he will whip it hard. Most of the peasants here are landlords, and the farming in the Feron plane is a landlord system.

As the punk walked in, some peasants secretly looked at the well-dressed, handsome and dashing punk, but when they saw the staff in the punk's hand and the robe on his body, the two standard objects of the mage, they all quickly lowered their heads and pretended not to see it and continued to weed, only a few children looked back curiously from time to time even if they were dragged by adults.

Punk didn't have time to pay attention to the villagers' reactions, and he was a little disappointed when he found out that it was just a dilapidated village, but even the poorest villages would communicate with the outside world, and Punk wanted to get information about the town.

But of course he wouldn't ask the villagers who couldn't read a single word, so he beckoned to the tall man who looked like a dog's leg, "You, come here, tell me which nobleman's village is mined." Punk was expressionless, but said, not loud or small enough for the tall man to hear.

The tall man who was still fierce to those peasants just now heard the mage from nowhere beckoning him, and he was frightened and trotted over trembling slightly.