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Now this guy is actually sitting on the head of the hurricane lizard, and the hurricane lizard is also very cooperative with his head raised,

Let Tintin watch from a higher vantage point.

But the hammer on the back of the hurricane lizard was not happy, and Tintin's ass blocked his view.

As a result, under Mo He's adjustment, the hurricane lizard was turned sideways to face the square, which made the two guys stop.

But the matter is not over yet, the Brute Hammer, who was originally going to watch with peace of mind, was driven crazy by the female goblins who came to seduce Ding Ding from time to time.

The voices of those female goblins are really unattainable, especially when several female companions come to sing harmony together.

Imagine the harmony of a few mice chirping in your ears, and you will know how the hammer feels.

Fortunately, such a thing didn't end until the Egg Patriarch announced the start of the dissection conference.

At the same time, all the goblins, both male and female, jumped for joy.

Dancing and dancing, I don't know what incantation they're chanting,

All went crazy.

"Ahh......h

The crazy goblins, of course, also included Tintin, who stood on the head of the hurricane lizard and danced as he spoke.

Fortunately, the brute hammer was numb, and he kept staring at the middle without squinting.

When the incantation was finished, a beast skull with a head on its head walked into the square, dressed in a black animal skin.

An old goblin holding a wooden staff with a knife at the top.

All the goblins in the square knelt down on the ground and worshiped the old goblin.

The old goblin noticed the three Mo He who did not kneel, and after he glanced at Ding Ding standing on the head of the hurricane lizard,

Without saying anything more, proceed to the dissection assembly.

"Tall Mo He, he's a goblin sorcerer!

Mo He came to this world for the first time to hear about the profession of goblin warlock, but he knew about the profession of the god stick in the tribe of shamans.

But I don't know what this warlock profession does.

Ding Ding didn't continue to explain, so Mo He continued to watch, and after a while, he should know what this profession is for.

"Bring it up!" said the goblin sorcerer's hoarse voice, and a few goblins carried a few things up.

Under the bright bonfires all around, Mo He clearly saw that they were several animals.

There are frogs, rats, snakes, and birds.

It looks like it's just an ordinary anatomical animal, but since these goblins like to look at it so much, there must be something different.

At this time, Mo He was a little interested, after all, such a simple thing should not be able to attract this group of goblins.

But when the autopsy officially began, Mo He found that he had guessed wrong.

Faced with the dissection of several small animals, the goblins showed inexplicable interest, staring intently at the old warlock's knife wandering.

When they saw the little animals dying and struggling, they actually emitted sharp horns of excitement.

These goblins are really low-level and interesting, and they are fascinated by dissecting small animals.

The bored Mo He shook his head, and wanted to return to the tent, but was attracted by a cage outside the square.

It was a cage with a few blue-skinned goblins, which he had seen during the day.

He noticed that the goblins didn't show any excited expressions, but instead showed great fear.

Don't even dare to watch the anatomical performance.

This doesn't make sense, since they are all goblins, how can they have a completely different reaction.

Although the skin color is different, it is not because of this that the personality is very different.

Mo He decided to stay and take a look.

Because his intuition told him that the next dissection meeting had something to do with these blue-skinned goblins.

Sure enough, when all the critters were dissected, the old warlock asked the goblins to carry the blue-skinned goblins up.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the goblins reached a new climax, and one by one they shouted more frantically and excitedly than before,

It's like a hoarse child shouting.

Are you really so happy to see a person of your own kind being dissected?

can recall the cannibalism scene that I once encountered with Shaanna, what is the dissection of the same kind?

Suddenly, Mo He felt the fluctuations of the magic, and the fluctuations came from the old warlock's wooden staff, which had a knife at its head.

Mo He didn't know what spell the other party had used, but his eyesight was good now, and he could clearly see any subtleties in the square.

Now the carcasses of the small animals that have just been dissected are drying up at a very fast rate.

It was as if it had been violently exposed to the scorching sun for many days.

It looks a lot like - jerky!

I ate jerky at noon, but Mo He didn't feel any uncomfortable reactions.

It wasn't terrifying or disgusting to him.

As the carcass dried up, the tip of the old warlock's knife began to turn red.

The cage where the blueskinned goblin was held was opened, and two greenskinned warriors captured one of the blueskinned goblins.

The shouts and screams of all the goblins ceased, and the square became unusually quiet,

I only heard the blue-skinned goblin trembling and pleading:

"Don't kill me...... Don't kill me...... Don't kill me...... I know how to catch oysters, I know how to make bows and arrows

...... I know how to weave rope...... I know how to mine...... I know...... I know...... Please, don't kill me......"

The blueskinned goblin's plea gradually turned into a wail, for there was no greenskinned goblin to save him.

The eyes of all the green-skinned goblins were burning with desire, and they longed to see the blue-skinned goblin disemboweled.

When the old warlock's hot tip pierced the blueskin's body, the blueskinned goblin trembled violently,

His eyes rolled, and his muscles were wilting at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Soon he lay on the slate of dissecting the stone as if his soul and life essence had been sucked away by the tip of a knife, and his limbs were shriveled and shriveled.

Standing motionless with a bulging belly.

Then the old warlock's knife slashed harder, and with a squeak, yellow things popped out of the blue-skinned belly.

"I want his intestines!

"Get out of here! It's mine! I'll get two black jade mines!"

"A silver dagger! Give me intestines, give me a silver dagger!"

......

The whole square frantically began to bid, although Mo He couldn't bear to see these blue-skinned goblins being slaughtered and killed,

But he also knew he couldn't do anything now.

After all, this is a foreign matter, and perhaps it is still their custom,

If you rush to the rescue, I am afraid that it will cause unnecessary conflicts.

When the time comes, it will not be appropriate to save people, but to cause more harm.

Mo He turned his head to see the reaction of the two companions, and saw that the brute hammer frowned and pursed his lips, while Ding Ding looked fanatical and wanted to participate in the auction.

Fortunately, Ding Ding still remembered the identities of the three of them, and did not use Mo He's weapons as bargaining chips to participate in the auction.

Otherwise, even if Mo He didn't want to use the brute hammer, he would definitely fight with the goblins.

The first auction for the blue skin's organs was finally over, and the winners ran back to their quarters to get their belongings in exchange.

Then he took what he had received back to his place like a god.

They didn't want those organs to eat?

This Mo He is a little confused, is this really a custom of the goblins.

The strange magic fluctuations attracted Mo He's attention again, it was the goblin old warlock playing with the wooden staff in his hand.

He was collecting strange liquids from a wooden staff's knife in a vial of unknown material.

Mo He guessed that those might be the blood essence of the blue-skinned goblin, but he didn't know what this old goblin was collecting for.

Looking at his attentive and serious demeanor, Mo He believed that the liquid must be extremely useful to him.

When the goblin old warlock had collected the strange liquid, he had the green-skinned goblin warrior grab a blue-skinned goblin from the cage.

The same scene was about to be staged, and Mo He felt that he was no longer interested in the methods of this old warlock,

Although it was unclear what the warlock profession was, he already had the impression that it was a profession that had nothing to do with magic.

Thinking that he had time to ask Tintin and the Hammer Warlock some specific things, Mo He didn't plan to look at the rest of the dissections,

Turning alone, he walked towards the tent where they were resting.

The brute hammer, who noticed his movements, also quietly climbed down from the hurricane lizard, and took a few steps to keep up with Mo He's pace.

Ding Ding, who had already noticed that the two were leaving, anxiously looked at Mo He and Brute Hammer, and then at the old warlock.

The two long pointed ears on his head kept turning left and right, and finally reached out and gently patted the hurricane lizard's head.

The hurricane lizard understood what Tintin meant, turned around and led him back to the tent with Mo He and Brute Hammer.