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In the Palazzo Garr, the night is like a rest, or a truce flag.

Dinosaurs are cold-blooded animals, and they get clumsy at night, so all dinosaurs choose to sleep.

The little Tyrannosaurus rex class was no exception, it fell asleep, curled up in Albert's arms like a child, and a soft snoring came from its nostrils.

Along the way, Albert harvested a lot of harvests, not only harvesting the rhizome of a blood-clotted grass, but also finding a river about 100 meters wide and fast-flowing, where it leads. This is exciting news, everyone knows that water only flows from above. Albert believed that he could find his way up the river by following the river all the way upstream, which is why he gave up the opportunity to meditate at night and continued on his way.

Suddenly, Albert looked into the dense forest in the distance, and he heard some noise.

"Damn, don't back off!"

"Work hard, it's dying, brothers, rush!"

Following the sound quietly, Albert finally heard the content as he continued deeper into the dense forest.

The voices were vague and high-pitched, a language Albert had never heard before, but the dragon heritage had given him the language of all races.

Albert recalled, trying to find out what language it was. Of course, what puzzled him even more was that he had never heard of a sapient race living in the Gal wetlands. Albert couldn't help but quicken his pace, as long as he found the owner of these voices, all his doubts could be solved.

After a moment, Albert stopped, leaned down, and picked up the grass in front of him.

He saw nearly fifty humanoids, dressed in grass skirts woven with leaves and armed with stone weapons, besieging a dinosaur.

These creatures are ugly in appearance and emaciated, only about a meter tall, a cut shorter than dwarves, and they have large heads that are very incongruous with their bodies, and green skin.

Albert frowned, he had never seen such a creature.

After rummaging in the depths of his memory for a long time, Albert finally found the answer.

The races of the underground world are diverse, and they are not inferior to the surface world in terms of strength and variety, but the vast majority of the races are war criminal races banished to the underground by the sun god, and there are not many real natives of the underground world. Goblins are one of the troglodier races, and they have dark vision, better than the night vision of dragons and elves, and darkness is like day to them.

Once upon a time, goblins were the overlords of the Underground, until the outcasts appeared.

Of course, no one has ever been to the underworld, including dragons, and all the stories about goblins are imaginary.

People just rely on imagination to put those ugly races into the category of evil races, making goblins another generation of evil names.

Albert frowned, he didn't care if the goblins were as evil as the books say, but wondered why the goblins were in the Gal wetlands. Is there a portal to the underworld? A huge question mark popped up in Albert's head.

He withdrew his thoughts and looked at the battlefield.

At this point, the battle between the Goblin and the Toothless Dragon was nearing its end.

Despite the fact that the goblins are weak, both in strength and size, they have the upper hand.

The six-meter-long Wounded Tooth Dragon was already covered in bruises, and with the tacit cooperation of fifty goblins, defeat was almost a foregone conclusion.

Albert didn't move, he looked at Ban, who was still asleep, and turned his gaze to the battlefield again. He didn't have any interest in this unsuspenseful battle, what really interested him was where these goblins came from. Could it be related to vampires, they are also an underground race, maybe the goblins are the surface world that followed the vampires. Of course, it's also possible that vampires follow goblins.

The battle didn't last long.

The dinosaur let out an unwilling roar and collapsed in a pool of blood.

The goblin said a lot of nonsense, dismembered the dinosaur into a dozen pieces, and carried it away.

Albert quietly followed, not intending to ask directly, that would startle the snake, in case the goblins and vampires were allies.

After nearly an hour of walking, the goblin walked into a dense, very secret tree hole obscured by vegetation, and only about ten minutes after the goblin entered the tree hole did Albert cautiously follow.

The tree hole is connected to the underground, and the entrance to the cave is not guarded, so it seems that there is no fear of someone breaking in.

The space of the tree hole was very dim, and when you looked down, it seemed to lead to the depths of the earth, and from time to time there was a terrifying roar of beasts.

The further you go into the cave, the more spacious it becomes, and the walls of the cave get wetter and wetter, and even water droplets fall.

After some time, Albert came to a simple hall that had been excavated.

In order to support the weight of the roof of the cave, the hall is filled with stout stone pillars, but apart from these stone pillars, the main hall is not decorated. Albert hid behind a stone pillar and took in his surroundings.

Nearly five hundred goblins knelt on the ground, dinosaur meat in front of them.

They seemed to be worshipping something, looking reverently at the dark caverns carved out of the depths of the main hall.

Suddenly, a loud roar rang out, echoing through the hall, and Albert was stunned, the roar was somewhat similar to the dragon's groan.

Could it be that there are dragons here?" Albert thought, an irrepressible gleam in his eyes. He had never been so excited, and if there were dragons in this, he might be able to know the whereabouts of other dragons. Thinking of this, Albert looked at the cavern carved out in the depths of the hall again, and his eyes could not be taken away.

And with a deafening roar, a huge figure appeared in front of Albert's eyes.

It has dark gray scales all over its body, a huge body that is ten meters long, a long tail like a snake, a head like a lizard, and a pair of wide fleshy wings that resemble a bat. Albert shook his head, and he was a little disappointed to find that the other party was not a real dragon, but the big guy in front of him did look like a dragon, except for the skin color of the big guy, the front claws connected to the flesh wings, and the curved and sharp horn on the top of the head, this monster was almost exactly the same as a dragon.

It was a bipedal poison dragon, and he had information about the creature in his memory.

The bipedal venom is not the most powerful of the wurms, but it is the only one capable of flying.

The natural power they wield is venom, and the high-intensity, concentrated acid breath can corrode metal and turn people into a pile of bones.

Ignoring the goblins' pious worship, the bipedal dragon approached the dismembered carcass of the Toothless Dragon, bowed its head, and enjoyed its meal alone. Of course, when it chews, it raises its head and lets out a roar that makes the goblins tremble.