If the goblins only cut wood because they stole some axes, what they saw next was a real surprise. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The place where Riene walked was probably the craft workshop area of the goblin camp, and while the little green-skinned monsters looked funny, he and the more knowledgeable Jones didn't just see the funny side.

"They make clay pots?!"

"Not only that, you see over there, it's a pottery kiln. ”

Some goblins are constantly bending sticks of wood, as if they are learning to make wooden barrels.

Other goblins dismantled a cart and kept looking around the wheel.

A goblin threw a few sheepskins into a pit and threw gravel into it, and the pungent smell of urine came from the pit.

According to Jones, it was probably some kind of local method of making leather.

There is also a platoon of goblins under a specially dressed goblin leader who learns how to cut wooden strips into good short spears, and if they don't learn well, they will be whipped a stick.

What he saw along the way was common in human territory, but in Lane's eyes, it was the embodiment of the war potential of an alien race.

Many years ago, mankind was the same, clumsily studying from the ruins of a foreign country, and finally established its own glorious civilization.

The more admirable it was, the more Lane had murderous intent.

It would be nice if the other party was a little more peace-loving like the vanished elves, even if the orcs in the Moon Tide Beast Tide, the leader of them would take bribes......

But the goblins have no intention of communicating, and take robbery and even cannibalism for granted, with no possibility of coexistence at all.

The more potential goblins have, the greater the danger to humanity when they grow.

"Let's look for the source of the gunpowder. Dawn muttered to himself.

The goblins weren't smart enough to do too much to prevent fire, and maybe they would just leave their gunpowder in the open, so that Lane could let them all go to the sky and there wouldn't be a single one left.

As for spending magic to create gunpowder with the pocket watch of everything, a small amount is enough, and it is not cost-effective to create a large amount, so it is better not to use it when necessary.

After turning around, Lane did not find a place to make gunpowder, but found a workshop for making leather armor.

Originally, this was not such an amazing thing, but a flicker of cold light attracted his attention.

"Huh, the knives they use?" Jones was also a little surprised.

In the leather armor workshop, twelve goblins are cutting leather, and what is particularly interesting is the knife they use.

The knives were not the same shape, and seemed to have a little rust, but they still reflected the cold light, and it took little effort to cut through the leather.

It doesn't look like it's something that can be grabbed from a passing caravan, and it's obviously been around for some years......

"Look closely, it should be a scalpel. ”

Jones said in a tone of uncertainty that "I remember a scholar who used a special set of scalpels when he dissected dragons.

That kid obviously can't even hold an ordinary iron sword, but he can easily cut through the dragon scales with that scalpel......"

"It must be expensive, right?" Rien was shocked by the dissecting of the dragon, "if that material is used in a weapon......

"It's a pity, you can't use it, and the price of any scalpel in that set won't be much worse than your wolfbite sword.

And it's brittle, and it will shatter after a few more touches with other weapons. ”

Speaking of the price, Jones seemed to recall something, and thought in pieces: "That kid used up more than half of his budget with a set of scalpels......

That's right!"

Without buying anything, Jones immediately said: "This kind of scalpel is not even something that can be bought with money alone."

Even in the era of the White King, you can only find a dwarf master to order the blank, and then find an alchemy master to deal with it for a second time. ”

"Aristocrats... No, it's hard for a duke to have connections to do this. ”

Li En narrowed his eyes: "Then, it's probably an antiquity." Could it be that you guessed that there is a ruin around here?"

...... It didn't take long for this conjecture to be confirmed.

Suddenly a trumpet sounded, and the goblins put down their work and ran towards the center of the valley.

Lai initially thought someone had been exposed, but it wasn't.

He crept closer, hiding in the shadow of a tent to watch secretly.

It turned out to be an empty flat area, like a square, with a huge and strangely shaped statue standing in the middle.

There are also some scattered decorations scattered around the side, which looks like an altar.

The goblins all looked respectfully in one direction, and even the noise almost disappeared.

Looking in the direction of the goblin's line of sight, there was a crack in the hillside on the other side, perhaps a mark from a recent earthquake.

Out of that crack came out of the goblins, not one or two, but about thirty or so came out of front and back.

Strangely, not only are they disgraced, but most of the goblins are wounded, and some are so badly injured that they can only walk around when they are supported by other goblins.

In addition, several of the goblins were clutching several large leather sacs, which seemed to contain quite a few things.

It's definitely not just a naturally formed crack, I'm afraid, there are caves in it, there are really ruins or dungeons or something like that.

While most of the goblins were injured, it seemed that both themselves and the goblins who greeted them outside were happy.

The goblins that emerged from the cracks seemed to be led by a goblin, which was not only stronger than its peers, but also dressed in gorgeous costumes.

He had a feather on his head, oil paint on his face, a red sheet embroidered with gold thread as a cloak, and a long, oddly shaped cane in his hand.

Apparently, this is the high priest of the goblins.

Now that magic is revived, magic will gradually return, and many priests and shamans of different races are said to have strange magical powers, and Lane moved his body slightly to reduce the possibility of being discovered.

"There are no mana fluctuations yet, but that cane ......"

Jones's voice was a little nervous, and Lane was also infected by him, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"What's that cane?"

Jones said with some trepidation: "The Philosophical Scepter...... It can't be that bad.

Ryne, you must not be discovered.

Hopefully I'm just wrong... If I guessed correctly, it was the Scepter of Philosophy, and it might not be safe for me to hide in the pocket watch of everything......"

"Listen to you, that philosophical scepter is an artifact. ”

Lane suddenly stopped being nervous at this time, and he still wanted to laugh a little: "That thing seems to be broken." ”

"Huh?" Jones paused for a moment.

Over there, the goblin high priest walked slowly with the "Philosophical Scepter", deliberately tapping the ground with every step...... As a result, when I hit the stone, I actually made a clicking sound.

Although it has not been completely broken, there is no doubt that a crack has appeared in the wooden staff.

"This, this, this is an imitation?!"

Jones gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you scare me, Lane, you must peel off this bastard's skin for me!" (To be continued.) )