Byron also had no intention of venturing the Jackal Road, but like the villagers, he intended to sit on the sidelines. He finally got permission to enter www.biquge.info the temple and read the records of anomalous celestial phenomena.

On the yellowed pages, a short sentence was recorded in an unusually rough manner: the moon of the scroll, the meteor shower. Of course, the two priests in the town can't be blamed for this.

Since the year of sleeplessness, the astrologers in charge of observing the stars in the Star-Moon Tower of the Northland have been unable to deduce the trajectories of the stars from the disturbing tides.

The Northstar could not project its star power onto the main plane, and the astrologers had to leave the tower in the desert. Centuries later, they were never seen on the continent of Cyril again.

The task of observing the stars was thus entrusted to the local temples, and the low-ranking local priests, although they were in awe of the stars, did not know how to interpret the meaning of the stars. I can only use mechanical and shriveled words, and write down a few strokes.

Two months ago, a meteor shower streaked across Cyril's sky, and a meteor fell near the town of Vic.

It was a piece of metal.

The garrison found it in the red pine forest to the west of the town and handed it over to the town's temple in accordance with the starry oath made with the gods.

The inhabitants of the world of Cyril have a common perception that meteor showers symbolize a fallen god. This is certainly well-founded, in the years of sleeplessness, ruling the mysterious goddess, Elaine. And he became a star, and fell from the sky.

The two priests in the town checked the information and decided that the metal fragment did not belong to a god. Instead, it should be the remains of powerful constructed creatures that crossed the border from the [Machine Realm].

They gave the fragments to a caravan called Shattered Shield and sent them to the nearest city, Douglas. This hapless caravan was what Byron was looking for, and the piece of metal was exactly what he was looking for.

The fragments, of course, did not come from the mechanical realm, but belonged to him, who he was. Now Byron is just an adventurer trying to survive. The black hair and black eyes of the past have gradually changed under the mysterious power of the system......

He scurried into the dense forest, followed the direction of the trail, and walked towards Old Bone Mountain, and soon walked towards the Old Bone Mountain, a team, 6 goblins, hurried across the trail.

Byron crouched cautiously in the bushes, his eyes full of doubt.

The six-member team is a militia that has been established for thousands of years. It is rumored that these unorganized, undisciplined goblins have always been a swarm, noisy and noisy operation. However, the goblins who attacked him just now will also hide on both sides of the road and set tempting traps.

The most important thing is that these reckless goblins don't know how to hide their tracks, and the forest must be full of traces of them, how did they escape the search of the guards?

Could it be that someone in the town is in collusion with these robbers?

Byron looked at the team of goblins in the distance, gritted his teeth, lowered his body, and quietly followed.

After following the goblins for a few minutes, they suddenly stopped, pointing to the ground of the trail and arguing loudly.

Byron, on the other hand, took advantage of this opportunity to approach slowly from behind the tree. Knowing that the sound of the thoras was drowned out by the shrill hurrill insults of the goblins, he easily sneaked behind the bushes next to them.

There are two goblins that seem to be at a disagreement.

They argued, moved their hands, scuffled and rolled to the ground. The other goblins cheered excitedly. Byron pulled out the dagger at his waist and looked with bated breath at the two guys who had been beaten with blue noses and swollen faces, looking forward to the escalation of violence between them.

"Click. Byron was startled, how could there be a sound of branches breaking? With the thought still spinning in his mind, the two goblins crushed the branches hidden under the thin layer of earth, revealing the dark pit beneath them. They tumbled and fell into the pit, and the goblins standing at the edge of the hole clapped their hands and laughed.

At this time, the remaining four goblins were facing Byron with their backs uncovered.

Don't miss the opportunity, lose it again!

Byron swooped out from behind the bushes, a subtle sound that made a goblin turn in confusion. Then it screamed, and like a helpless girl seeing a lewd uncle rushing in her face, she waved her hands wildly and took a step back.

However, it seems to have forgotten that it is standing on the edge of a pit......

The young man watched in disbelief as the goblin took a step back and fell into the pit.

The other three goblins looked back in disbelief, and Byron had already rushed in front of them. He jumped to his feet, kicked the nearest goblin into the pit, and then ran two steps sideways with the force of the recoil, stabbing the glowing dagger into the throat of the other goblin, clutching its neck and gasping for air in vain.

The last goblin was so frightened that he burrowed into the bushes of the forest as soon as he saw Byron, and he didn't even see the misery of his compatriots. By the time Byron caught up, the little man had already run away in a gust of wind. And don't forget to pout your ass and twist it at Byron, that's a way for them to humiliate people.

Byron watched speechlessly as it disappeared into the woods, and could only retreat, and there were still a few little ones waiting for him in the pit.

At the edge of the pit, the goblin, who climbed to the top with a human ladder, finally rested his green head on the ground, and he lay his head on the ground panting, his eyes closed, wanting to rest.

A shadow blocked the sunlight from its view, and the goblin, completely oblivious to the danger, looked up angrily. Byron angrily and amusefully lifted his footprint in its face, and the goblin screamed and tumbled into the pit again.

He stood in front of the pit and cautiously glanced behind him - he couldn't let the sudden appearance of the goblin kick him down, there was enough black history today. Byron tied one end of the rope to the trunk next to him and threw the other end into the hole. A few goblins were hesitating to climb up the rope when a dark shadow fell from the sky. One of the goblins caught off guard was immediately crushed under Byron......

"Quack!" Byron followed the rope back to the ground as the last miserable cry ended, and he glanced at the slaughter with a frown, realizing that he had to get out of here as quickly as possible - the blood was scorched by the summer heat, and the dull air was filled with the sticky smell of blood.

He re-entered the woods and continued in the direction of the trail.

The goblins had made so many traps on the trail that he didn't have time to go through them. Of course, he no longer let his guard down in the woods, and if a goblin had a whim, he also made a trap in the woods...... This is obviously possible.

Following the trail to the belly of the Old Bone Mountain, a huge cave appeared before Byron's eyes. The stream that trickles out of the mouth of the cave is lined with thick bushes. To the right of the creek there is a dry gravel path that leads to the interior of the cave.

Byron was in the woods to the right of the cave, and he bent over and took a few steps forward, his body froze slightly, and a goblin appeared at the end of his vision.

It was crouching by the bushes on the left side of the cavern, poking its short knife into the ground when a passing insect was spotted by a goblin and induced a desire to kill - usually seen in human children. This is why most people think that goblins have the intelligence of a child.

Byron frowned deeply, could it be that it was standing guard? Even if it had alerted them, it was unexpected that a goblin would "honestly" stand guard.

Byron took a few more steps against the shadow of the tree, and a thorn bush in front of him caught his eye. There, the tiny wattle leaves were shaking unnaturally. He patiently observed for a while, and sure enough, he spotted two green-skinned goblins hiding in the thorn bushes.

Underneath them is a thick, old plank of wood that is used to keep out the spikes of the thorn bushes and provide space for lurking and watching. The wooden shortbow in the goblin's hand lifted Byron's spirits.

There's no way to see their mental state through the winding branches, but if nothing else, they're like the goblin at the entrance of the cave that is in a daze. After all, they are active by nature, and it is natural for them to be bored when they stay in such a cramped place all the time.

Byron took out a handful of wool and sang it in a whisper that he could hear, then lightly scattered the wool, combined it with a handwriting, and immediately the squeaky of a swarm of rats could be heard in the bushes next to the cave.

The goblins standing guard were in good spirits, and the whole person "came alive" from the state of dull wood. It pooled its stray gaze into the bushes, and then sparkling saliva flowed from the corners of its mouth. For goblins, rats are a rare snack for weak animals. There's meat, there's chewy.

The two fellows hiding in the thorn bushes were also in a commotion, but at last they knew their duty, and only looked intently at the entrance of the cave, where their kind was excitedly burrowing into the bushes and letting out a shrill laugh.

It wasn't until Byron squeezed into the thorn bush and made a shaking sound that the two little ones came back to their senses. A goblin turned back, the ever-enlarging blade stabbing into its throat before it could resist.

The goblin next to him was about to shout, and Byron continued forward, the hilt of the dagger slamming into its mouth, turning its cry into a muffled grunt. The dagger in the young man's left hand slid down its throat, and the goblin world went dark.

Byron threw away his weapon, picked up the fallen shortbow, and set up the arrow.

The bowstring was drawn and aimed at the bushes at the entrance of the cave. The standing goblin stood up from inside and touched the bristles on his head in confusion, as if annoyed by the vanished mouse. The young man's expression moved, he frowned slightly, withdrew his short bow, and took it to his eyes to take a closer look.

The wooden bow is covered with pits.

He finally knew why the goblins couldn't shoot him, they didn't know how to take care of their weapons, and he couldn't think of any other outcome than to scare the snake with such a tattered short bow.

Gently lowering the shortbow, he crouched on the plank, the frozen ray too far to reach the goblin at the entrance of the cave.

As time passed, the goblin's eyes began to dazed again, and it was obvious that it was bored again. Byron opened the stats panel and glanced at the mana, there were 5 points left.

After waiting for a while, the goblin began to sit down on the ground bored, and the dagger was placed beside him, Byron moved forward, and cursed the thorns around him, and when he squeezed in just now, the spikes on the thorns left several wounds on his body, and now they began to hurt fiercely.

Goblins' body odor mixed with the smell of blood doesn't smell good in the summer heat, especially in a thorn bush like this. Byron felt the air around him feel a little dreary, and beads of sweat from the tips of his brown hair continued to slide down and splash onto the shiny wooden board.

And the abominable goblin hides in the shadows of the cavern, looking laid-back.

Outrageous!

He didn't hesitate any longer, reached forward, and carefully aimed at the goblin's head between the thorn leaves, and the ice power wrapped around his fingertips flew out, covering its entire face under the ice.

Goblins with their mouths stuck in ice can only whine, and the sound of a gurgling stream drowns out the subtle sound.

Byron no longer hidden, and squeezed out of the thorn bushes with great speed, his spikes piercing into the flesh and pulling the linen with a stabbing and tearing sound. The goblin rolled, his sharp nails just snapping the ice off, and it was black in front of him.

The entrance to the cave was completely "silent".

Byron listened intently, and there was a dull sound of a dark stream flowing through the cave, and a few wolf howls.

These goblins even raise jackals?

A short walk down the path to the right of the stream, the gravel and gravel ground began to show some heaves of pointed stones, and the sloping vaults were covered with jagged stalactites.

Polished stone steps appeared in front of Byron, leading to small, damp gaps between the massive stone walls. The two wolves were chained to iron rods in the lower part of the stalagmites at the entrance to the gap, and as Byron approached, they became frenzied, let out a low roar, and jerked at the chains.

Byron was startled, fortunately the length of the chain around the jackal's neck did not allow them to bite the man standing on the stone steps. He took out some of his dry food from his backpack and threw it in front of them, and the two wolves were frightened at first, but when they smelled the food, they swirled around the dry food, and he walked over easily.

Through the cracks in the stone walls, it was completely dark.

Goblins have a natural vision of darkness and can see things in the dark, and fighting goblins in caves where they can't see their fingers is undoubtedly looking for death.

Fortunately, he was prepared. He pulled out a torch-shaped light rod from his backpack, a secondary magic item worth a full two gold coins that emitted a bright fire that could illuminate a radius of 7 meters for up to 4 hours before burning out.

Byron held the staff of light in distress, and held the short sword in his right hand, ready to deal with the sudden attack.

There was an upward stone staircase behind the room, and the young man climbed the stairs, and the sound of the rushing water became louder and louder, and when he reached the top, the roar of the water against the stones was deafening.

Byron realizes that there is a waterfall in the cave.

But in the midst of this loud noise, there were a few shrill goblin roars - their fussy nature made them often babble over small things. Pouting his lips unconcernedly, Byron continued on his way.

At the top of the stairs was a stony flat with a knee-deep river flowing in the middle. The water is very clear, and you can see the round gravel and bones at the bottom. To the right of the river is a stone wall, where there is a narrow road for one person to pass.

Byron had walked a short distance against the stone wall, and the road had come to an end. He stretched out his lighting staff, and a wooden bridge that was still shaking connected to the stone wall opposite.

There's a goblin here! There's a breeze in the cave, but it's not enough for a wooden bridge to shake for no reason.

The young man immediately thought of this, and the other party must have fled to report the news. Gotta get out of here as soon as possible!, he turned around and quickly backed away against the stone wall.

A loud bang suddenly echoed in the cave, and Byron's eyelids jumped, and he had a faint sense of foreboding. Then, the roar of the raging torrent crashing against the stone wall got closer and closer.

How is this possible!

The corners of Byron's mouth twitched.

A tumbling torrent surged from behind the wooden bridge, and in an instant it overflowed it, rushing towards Byron. He only had time to raise his arms to block his head before he was knocked over by a tremendous force and swept into the boiling water.