When Sun Licheng was investigating at the Goblin Flying Air Base, thousands of kilometers away from him, dark clouds were thick, and lightning struck the sky from time to time, when a man in a hood knocked on the door of a wooden house.

The man knocked more than a dozen times, but there was no movement in it.

If it was an ordinary person, he would have left at this time, but this man did not give up and continued to knock.

After another two minutes of knocking, there was a curse coming from inside, and then the door slammed open.

A head that looked like a big winter melon poked out of it, he stared at the visitor, and said coldly: "I don't welcome guests here, you can go." ”

After speaking, he was about to close the door, but at this moment, the hooded man made a fierce move, he held the door tightly, and the winter melon's head was pulled a few times, but it was not pulled.

Annoyed and angry, the winter melon man did not pull the door, but stared at the hooded man viciously.

With two sounds, the hooded man pulled down his hood with his other hand, smiled and said to the head of the winter melon: "I am Solomon Solomon, the sacrificial priest of His Majesty, the god of troubadours and thieves, and I am here to meet His Excellency, the High Priest, the god of calamity and plague. Thank you for your approval. ”

"Okay, follow me in. ”

The winter melon shook his head helplessly, led Solomon into the house, and went up the escalator to the second floor.

They came to a dark door, and the melon's head knocked carefully a few times.

"Please come in!"

A man's voice came from inside the room, hoarse as if it were a demon from hell.

The head of the winter melon led Solomon in, bowed deeply to an old man who was struggling to write on the desk, and said respectfully: "High priest, Solomon has come to visit you as the priest of the troubadour and the god of thieves. With that, he exited the room and carefully closed the door.

"What are you doing with me, the sacrifice of the troubadours and the god of thieves?"

The old man raised his head and asked, and it was then that Solomon saw that the old man was like a zombie, with almost a face left and all his muscles gone. What's even more terrifying is that from this old man, you can smell a strong ** breath, which is disgusting.

"Yes, High Priest, I am Solomon, the sacrificial priest of the troubadour and the god of thieves. I came here to ask for your help in one thing. ”

Solomon said.

"What's the matter?"

The High Priest asked with a blank face.

"Thousands of kilometers to the north, there is a place called the Moon Alliance, where famine is raging. I think this is an opportunity to unleash the power of His Majesty, the god of calamity and plague. ”

At this, a smile appeared on Solomon's lips.

After hearing this, the old man's eyes that were like ghost fire suddenly lit up.

"Your Excellency, please speak, I am very interested in your proposal. ”

The old man finally smiled, but with his face that was more mummified than a mummy, it looked even more terrifying.

Seeing that the old man was interested, Solomon's smile became even brighter, and he said, "This is how it ......

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Sun Licheng didn't get the information of the mole in the Goblin Empire, and when Commander Dunlop was about to say who the mole was, there was a violent explosion in the picture, followed by the sound of fighting and the guards making the commander retreat.

"Soldier, those traitors have already been killed, I don't have time to go into details, you must remember, beware of those goblins of faith. ”

These were the last words of Commander Dunlop, and then, his image disappeared in the violent shaking of the light curtain.

"It's a pity! I can almost know why the Goblin Empire fought with the gods back then, and why it fell. ”

Sun Licheng looked at the empty light curtain and said helplessly.

Although Sun Licheng was a little regretful about not knowing this shocking secret, he was not disappointed, after all, the Goblin Empire was too far away from him. His most important thing right now is to find enough food to save the victims of the Moon Alliance.

Letting go of the crystal ball, Sun Licheng and Mr. Skillful Hands investigated the space here.

In order to solve the problem of lack of manpower, they summoned Vina, Harriet, and other mechanical golems as well, and even made the Sphinx turn back into a lion cub to participate in the search.

After several days of hard work, Sun Licheng and the others still found nothing, except for a batch of strategic materials, most of them were already unusable, including the flying carrier parked on the dock.

In the final battle, this flying carrier did not know who destroyed an important transmission rod, and it was no longer able to transmit power, which was equivalent to scrapping. If you want to use it again, unless the transmission rod is repaired, the manufacturing process of the transmission rod is very complicated, at least Sun Licheng does not have this technology.

"Alas, Bai Huan is happy. ”

Sun Licheng sighed, found a place, and sat directly on the floor against the wall, while in front of him, Mr. Skillful and the others were sorting out the mechanical puppets they had found.

Although they searched for a batch of supplies, they had nothing to eat, and they couldn't solve the urgent needs of the Moon Alliance. Once the goblins die on a large scale, it will definitely deal a serious blow to the prestige that Sun Licheng has built up so hard, and it will be difficult to preach again.

Just when Sun Li wanted to break his head about becoming a food, Mr. Skillful flew over quickly.

"Boss, there's a discovery!"

Before he could fly to Sun Licheng's side, Mr. Skillful shouted, looking very excited.

When Sun Licheng heard this, he hurriedly got up from the ground.

After Mr. Qiaoshou's explanation, Sun Licheng knew what was going on. It turns out that Mr. Skilly has discovered an important piece of information in the goblin computer CPU of a mechanical puppet. The message reads: Commander Dunlop, after discovering the traitor, ordered his most loyal men to send a convoy of escapees, and the convoy contained improvised food processors, in order to save the lives of more elites.

"Food processors, what the hell is this?"

Sun Licheng was puzzled, although he could understand it, but he couldn't understand the function in it.

"This is the field cooker of the Goblin Empire's special forces, which can convert non-toxic plants into edible ingredients, and with the food detection device, it can provide rations anytime, anywhere. ”

Mr. Skille said, and a 3D model of a food handler was printed on the wall.

"And such good things, wouldn't famine not be a problem?"

The commander clapped his hands and shouted excitedly.

"Yes, in principle it can handle all ingredients, but of course, I don't know how. Because there are many restrictions on the use of this kind of thing, the number of production is very small, and the equipment is even less, but I didn't expect this flying air base to have such a set. ”

Mr. Skillful nodded.

"Can you find out where this convoy is?"

Sun Licheng asked Mr. Qiaoshou.

Mr. Skillful converted the scene into a 3D topographical map of the Forsaken Lands, then simulated the route of the convoy back then, marked it with a red line on the map, and finally they came to a place and stopped.

Looking at the location of the map, Sun Licheng's face kept changing, and finally asked, "Silver Moon Tribe?"