On the third day of the trip, the 'Good Helpers' adventure team and the Nord adventurers stopped at a makeshift campsite to rest.

"Gary, why are there so many mutated creatures in this world?" William sat on the grass, holding a thumb-sized ant in his hand, looking curiously in front of him.

The bright silver ant had four pairs of legs like a spider, and the extra pair of forelimbs were very special, with a quartz-like texture, and when they rubbed against each other, they produced tiny sparks, no different from flint.

The strange ant writhed helplessly at William's fingertips, rubbing its forelimbs constantly, trying to terrorize the 'giant' who pinched it with the burst of sparks.

But such an act had no effect, except to make its captivators more curious.

"A common saying is that because of magic. Gary the goblin looked at the Nord adventurers and Sir Weimar who were not far away who were competing with thick branches, and replied casually, "My previous master, Master Moore, once told me that magic is a substance that greatly increases the possibility of mutated individuals in the process of reproduction. However, most mutations are not stable and cannot be carried over to future generations, so they do not create entirely new species. ”

"A new species?" William thought for a moment as he stared at the ant, "Actually, the situation of the mage is the same according to this view. He whispered, "Although they are not keen on that kind of pleasure, you know what I mean, so there are very few offspring." However, the descendants of the known mages who live in the Floating City and the city-state of Muya are basically ordinary people just like you and me. ”

"That's true. The goblin replied perfunctorily, but not entirely correctly. In fact, the probability that a mage's descendants can perceive magic power will be a little higher than that of ordinary people, but this little bit higher does not have any practical significance.

William put the ant back on the ground, "Little one, hopefully one day you will be the ancestor of a whole new species." If there ever was such a day, I think this brand new species would be called, well...... , 'William Strikes Flint Ants'!"

It wasn't a queen ant, and no matter how special it was, it couldn't reproduce an entire colony on its own, so it was destined to be lonely, Gary thought to himself. And the name you've come up with is terrible, even from a goblin perspective.

"Hey, Blake, you've been a hunter before, and you've seen a lot of mutated creatures, tell us about it. William asked again to the nearby companion who was arranging the bowstring.

Blake lifted his face and looked at the questioner with some confusion. After ten heartbeats, he slowly gave the answer, "...... Ferocious Bunny?" he said uncertainly.

The young man was usually silent, with a confused expression on his face. If you don't take the initiative to talk to him, he will always be immersed in his own world, as if everything that is happening around him has nothing to do with him.

But his arrows were accurate, very accurate, and more reliable than usual in battle, Gary said to himself.

"Hey, wasn't that what we just had for dinner, even though you shot it, and it's as big as a foal, but I have to say that all the ferocious animals aren't mutated creatures, are they, Gary. William said dissatisfiedly, "Because there are so many of them, take the Fierce Rabbit as an example, you can't even tell which one is more between a normal rabbit and a Violent Rabbit." ”

Blake shrugged his shoulders, unheeded William's rebuttal, and lowered his head again to continue arranging the bowstring.

Gary's eyes looked at the Nord not far away, and saw that the latter easily caught Weimar's multiple chops with the thick branches in his hand. Shoulders and thighs, right, left, then right, and then overhead, the Nord Civil Air Defense strolls. 'Lord Jazz' used a thrust that was too forceful, and the Nord man flicked his wrist and caused 'Lord Jazz' to stagger with his weapon. Immediately after the switch between attack and defense, the Nord man walked lightly and used a few beautiful swings to force 'Lord Jazz' to keep retreating.

Gary knew that his captain, who always liked to call himself 'Jazz', actually had quite a lot of strength. The guy had been training martial arts with his knightly father since he was a child, and every time the team got into a stalemate or crisis in an adventure, he almost always relied on Weimar to open up the situation.

Now, however, the 'Lord Sir' was in a state of disorganized and disorganized attack by the Nord, and the fifth defeat seemed to be a blink of an eye.

"It would be a terrible thing if the children of mages could eventually become mages!" William still struggled with the topic, "In that case, even if the mages weren't keen on that kind of pleasure — you know what I mean — they would end up doing that with the opposite sex of all races, like those dragons, you know, and thus expanding the whole group of mages." ”

"Maybe. "The goblins don't want to talk too much about that. Talking behind his back about his former master and his peers always made Gary feel uncomfortable.

"Maybe there's a mage right now, hiding in his own half-plane and secretly studying. William had a wicked smile on his face, "Some eerie mage tower, surrounded by strange and jagged trees. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the sky, crows cried at the top of the tower, and lightning flashed from time to time to reflect the terrifying shape of the mage's tower. ”

"But from the inside of the mage tower, there are bursts of blushing and palpitating moans, it turns out that the laboratory in the tower is holding many beautiful women of different races, and a mage in a black robe is standing in the center of these beauties at this time, and then, hehehehe......" After he finished speaking, he kept laughing.

Laboratory, the word made Gary fall into a trance of memory.

Ah!!! screams of excruciating pain echoed in his mind again, the involuntary sound of him and his kind as they were tested, and the !!!contented and greedy roar of the roar echoed in his ears as the monster behind the closed door devoured his dead kind.

There are no beauties of different races in the laboratory, there are just endless pain and death that may come at any time.

Death is not terrible, but the process of waiting for death is the most uncomfortable. If there is anything worse than that, it is to wait for death with a clear consciousness.

A large number of goblin species die in each experiment, but enough new ones are sent. The simple minds of their race do not understand their situation very well, and on the first day they tremble, on the third day they fight with each other as if nothing happened, and on the fifth day they even rejoice and feel satisfied with plenty of food.

Then on the seventh day, the experiment will come again, and the surviving goblins will repeat the feeling again. Gary used to even faintly envy this, because their people didn't seem to despair like him.

It wasn't until the first few experiments that I really became aware of myself? Gary couldn't remember, or rather, he didn't want to remember these things......

At that moment, a scream from 'Lord Jazz' woke the goblin from his past memories. He couldn't help but shiver naturally, took another deep breath to stabilize his mind, and turned his head to look in the direction of the scream.

The adventurer named Barrett knocked Weimar to the ground and pointed the weapon he had tried, a thick twig, at Weimar's throat, "If you were a cat, you would only have four lives left." When the Nord had finished speaking, he reached out and pulled Weimar up.

"Alas, I have been knocked down by you five times in a row, but I can't even touch your leather armor. The loser clutched his ribs and grinned in pain, "I didn't expect a big guy like you to have such agile steps!" Darren, one of my former companions, was about the same size as you, very strong, and he even wrestled with a grizzly bear. But that guy was very clumsy, and it took me enough time to turn around and go to the 'Beautiful Experience' before I came out. He smiled heavily, and his obscene appearance was no different from that of his countrymen.

Are you saying that Darren is slow to turn around, or are you saying that you are fast on your part?, Gary shook his head inwardly, ranting at this brainless self-defeating behavior.

"That's why you always want to beat me by constantly moving?" the Nord waved a few times, "this tactic can't be wrong, most of the big guys are slow. However, in the midst of your adventure, you'd better not rely solely on this experience to deal with slow, large-sized monsters.

"Because even if those monsters are slow, they can still deal with those who are agile and fast through their own unique methods, which is the foundation of their survival." ”

Weimar nodded solemnly, and then shouted to William, who was sitting on the grass doing nothing, "Hey, it's your turn! I have to leave four lives behind to take risks." ”

William got up excitedly, took the thick twig thrown by the 'Sir Lord', and said to the Nords very confidently, "I have to warn you in advance, my skills are not comparable to that guy." He pointed to his fellow countryman who was rubbing his ribs, "So, I suggest that you should use all your strength." ”

"Are you sure?" said the Nord's expression was a little strange.

"Of course!"

After five heartbeats, the screams were heard again, mixed with some schadenfreude laughter, "It's normal for many people to like to talk big, but it's rare for people to be stupid enough to dig holes for themselves." Weimar laughed and said with disdain, "I now officially make you my 'fool's squire' in the name of the knights, with the rights brought by the Knight's Code and the laws of the kingdom!"

"Ah, damn it, you're hitting too hard!" William staggered up from the ground and complained to the Nords, "Come on, I'm going to show you how good I am!"

Hehe, a good show! Gary was looking forward to it.

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