King of the Goblins. The unfamiliar word pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info surprised Teng Yunshen.

The king who rules over the elves is nothing new. From ancient times to the present day, they can be found everywhere, from primitive legends and elegant plays to popular games. Their images are strange and varied. However, in terms of just one title, the King of the Goblins doesn't mean much special.

It's just that the same words have different connotations in different populations.

At this moment, Maggie mentioned the King of Fairies to Teng Yunshen. They are the people behind the scenes. They are the unfathomable wizards of the legends, the warriors who challenge fate in the drama, and the invincible heroes of the game. They walked among the goblins.

Therefore, when Maggie talked about the King of Fairies, Teng Yunshen didn't think that the other party planned to discuss a fictional character with him.

In some respects - only in terms of killing, to be precise - he was better than most wizards, but in other respects he was almost as ignorant as a mortal, lacking the knowledge necessary to practice witchcraft.

"I don't understand. Teng Yunshen said hesitantly, "I thought the goblins were all ...... It's muddy. ”

A king, whether he is mediocre or virtuous, whether he is favored by his subjects or not, should not be a vegetative person as long as he is still giving orders.

Therefore, in his opinion, the so-called king of goblins is somewhat illusory. A few days ago, he had accepted the existence of elves in this world, but, the king of elves, that was very different.

Teng Yun deeply touched the inner spiritual world of the goblins. It was like a well-developed power grid, covering every inch of land he could touch, sparks flickering and creaking, transmitting a dense swarm of signals back and forth.

However, at the end of the day, relatively speaking, the structure of the power grid is not complicated, and it is easy to see at a glance.

The goblins, the goblins who enjoy themselves, the goblins who have no desires, their taking, their giving, are like breathing. Exhale and breathe, it's as simple as that. The elves have neither big ambitions nor short-term goals, they are just ...... Alive, pure alive.

Compared to people who are always thinking about how to toss themselves, goblins can be regarded as keeping to themselves.

Their growth is chaotic, and the difference between them is more pronounced than the difference between them and their tallness. If you were to use a human analogy, they might have a dozen arms but one less eye. Disorganized, it is the best annotation of the elves' lives.

However, the elves have a persistent fascination with where they put down roots, and over time they become deeply rooted, which makes them seem traceable. Order manifests its ubiquity in a hidden form.

Teng Yunshen tried to find the discordant murmur in the whispers of the goblins, but found nothing.

Maggie shook her head slightly, her movements reminiscent of a small thread: "Elves really can't rule over their own kind like a king. But outsiders can, it's different, it's able to exert a unique influence on the indigenous. Conversely, the natives exert influence on outsiders to become their kings. It's a two-way process. ”

The girl's expression was a mixture of confusion and seriousness. Teng Yunshen likes this expression. Girls are always beautiful and moving. It's just that, at a certain moment, she is particularly beautiful and moving.

But Teng Yunshen didn't forget to think because he was patronizing and enjoying the wonderful scenery: "Is the pack grass eligible?"

"Perhaps, we are looking for a king who is more special than a pack of grass. ”

Teng Yunshen honestly admitted his powerlessness: "No matter what the outsider is...... I couldn't feel any signs of it moving. ”

Maggie continued to shake her head: "Due to special attributes, the goblin became the king. It is not the level of mana that is decisive in this. The Elven King may be stronger than his subjects, or he may be weaker than his subjects. ”

Teng Yunshen suddenly realized, "By the way, I-" He hurriedly turned around.

He had noticed something amiss, and it was unknown if the strange feeling was inspired by the girl of the moment.

Maggie grabbed him by the arm and stopped him just in time. "Be careful. "Packweed is not the most special," she warns. You know what that means, doesn't it? It means that at least there's a packweed hiding around here. It is not a smart thing to walk recklessly and walk towards the muzzle. ”

Teng Yunshen humbly accepted the girl's teachings: "You are right. ”

"You're in a hurry to unravel the answer. Take your time, sweetheart, the long night is long, we have time. Maggie crumpled the fruit of the red-eyed grass again, smearing the slimy juice on Teng Yunshen's chest, "The magic of time changes a lot of things. Maggie said nonchalantly, concentrating on paintings whose meaning no one but herself understood, "Of course, I'm not lamenting the fact that time is like an arrow. She tilted her head playfully.

Teng Yunshen allowed the girl to change herself beyond recognition.

Maggie took a few steps back and examined Teng Yunshen from a more complete perspective. She nodded in satisfaction. "It's not bad. She commented with satisfaction.

Teng Yunshen reminded: "Time?"

"Where did I just go? Oh, yes, time. Unnatural tasks can quickly make the packard lose his patience. Lie down. ”

They lay on their stomachs, avoiding their imaginary gaze.

Immediately after, a cannonball flew over their heads, as punctual as lightning after thunder.

The packweed could not tolerate them running away.

"What the hell is going on?" Teng Yunshen asked in a low voice, "Where did its shells come from?"

Maggie pinched Teng Yunshen's face—she seemed going to do that—but the hardness of her steel body made her let go of her hand.

"Sweetheart, our world is so unreasonable. ”

Teng Yunshen insisted: "There must be some rules for us to discover. Otherwise, why doesn't it throw nukes at us or something like that?"

In fact, all they can do is wait. There is more than one pack grass lurking in the shadows. Artillery fire flies. They can't tell the difference between east and west.

Maggie approached Teng Yunshen. "Good question. You've got the point. Her breath gently stroked Teng Yun's deep iron hair, "Packweed brings back to our time what people have lost in the past. It doesn't necessarily bring shells, it could be something else. It's their habit. And the king wanted them to collect cannonballs. ”

The girl turned her head suddenly.

"No!"