"Heal! Heal! A true warrior shouldn't let down his sword because of a wound, as long as you have some companions, you can enjoy top-notch totem healing!"

Simpson heard two high-pitched, thin voices, and he didn't have to think about it to know that they were from the two goblins who had somehow mixed up with ogres.

"Master Igoo, that's the totem made by the Soul Breaker. ”

Behind Simpson was a young man in a gray robe, his face was cold, and his eyes looked emotionless. Several human soldiers stood next to him, only to feel their whole bodies twist, and the atmosphere was unusually silent.

Hearing Simpson's words, Igoo nodded his head slightly, a small amplitude, but just enough to make people perceive what he meant. Then he followed the crowd and peeked inside—the market area of Ratchet City, where passing merchants were often willing to pay some gold coins to rent a stall and sell their wares. The road to the market is still an ordinary dirt road, muddy on rainy days, dusty on sunny days, far less comfortable than the stone road of the main road, at this time the crowd is crowded, and some of the shorter races have been disgraced. In contrast, the ogre standing in the middle of the stall holding a corn and nibbling it together with a pole was really leisurely, and he had no consciousness of being watched at all. Remarkably, on his back, on a wooden shelf, stood a goblin, stepping on the ogre's shoulder, holding an equally wooden horn in his hand and shouting at the surroundings.

Igoo's gaze lingered for two seconds on the strange pair, Plath's notoriously desolate stone ogre, which he had tried to dissect when he was an apprentice, and was not to be surprised by him. However, this calmness was quickly shattered.

"It's ......"

There was a soft groan from Igoo's mouth, and he saw a Harpie standing on a rock with feathers as prominent as flames swaying in the wind, grooming his feathers. Not only that, but next to her, a group of burly white bear people were standing next to each other, muttering something in their ears. Compared to them, the boar and kobold warriors who were on guard with weapons in their arms were mediocre to the point of insignificance.

"That's His Excellency the Soul Breaker's men. A member of the Meat Mallet Warband. ”

Simpson affirmed Igoo's thoughts, but just then, he suddenly noticed that the harpy, who had been grooming his feathers down, had somehow raised his terrifying face, and his long, narrow eyes were staring coldly. The moment made him feel like a cold knife was sliding down from his front to his lower abdomen. Cold sweat instantly wet the clothes.

He stiffened his neck and glanced at the human wizard behind him, the only spellcaster under General Avalon's command, and subconsciously sought some solace, but all he saw was the same stiff face.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

A human soldier asked in a low and uneasy voice. Simpson shook his head slightly, and didn't say anything until the harpy looked away from her, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"A top-level healing totem, as long as a few copper plates, is enough to heal all your wounds!"

Gallolo's voice was hoarse, they had been setting up the stall all morning, and no one was willing to pay for a trial, which made him anxious. As a goblin, he sees hope for his own rise in Goron. Always eager to prove yourself. But now that he looks, it seems that the opportunity is about to fly away from him again.

These hateful bunches!

Gagarin cursed with hatred in his heart, his voice was almost hoarse, and the disdainful gaze of the thorn standing behind him almost drove him mad, and it was unimaginable that a goblin should be despised by a filthy boar man. Of course, what he hates most is those behind the ill intentions. As one of the large cities of goblins, Ratchet City naturally has no shortage of spellcasters, so he doesn't believe that all these people can't detect the wonder of this healing totem. The reason for this cold situation is just that they are waiting for someone to come forward.

"Damn it. You guy, don't eat it!"

Zagu threw the whole corn into his mouth, and his hard teeth bit the whole corn in two or three blows under the huge brute force. Then he swallowed it. This action caused the people around him to let out a long exclamation, while he hiccuped leisurely.

A nameless fire erupted in Gallolo's heart, and he raised his foot and kicked the back of Zagu's head, but unfortunately he was too strong, and he fell into the wooden frame with his head on his back.

Zagu sensed the movement and turned his head. Strangely sniffled twice.

A burst of laughter came from the crowd, and many people were directly amused, but unfortunately, no one was willing to step forward and try the ogre's totem with a considerable copper plate and their own life. Like a lion, people prefer to see them through their cages.

"Get out of the way! Master Gazruwe is here!"

The bear goblin's foul voice parted the crowd, and Simpson and Igoo and the others also flashed to the side with the crowd without complaint, as the goblins who dominated the city, no one in the Gates family wanted to offend in vain, let alone Gazruvi, who was the lord of the city.

Unlike ordinary goblins, Ghazruvi did not choose a palanquin that would allow him to look at others at eye level, but walked over by himself. At this moment, the goblin's short stature made it a little funny to walk in the middle of the crowd.

"Oh, Lord Gazruvi, are you here to take care of our business?"

Gagarin's arrival put a lot of pressure on Gagarin, as a goblin in debt, the Gates' helmsman was undoubtedly something he looked up to, just as the Soul Breaker did to the ogres of the Bloodhammer Clan - this was before the altar was smashed by the Bloodhammer, of course. As a thin, two-headed ogre priest, the group of Ronald warriors like a mountain of flesh could only stand on the ground with their heads held high, let alone be considered a giant admiral among ogres.

"Of course, Lord Soul Breaker is my honored guest, and we value our friendship with the Osimite giants. ”

Gazruvi's somewhat gloomy eyes looked at the huge healing totem stuck in the dirt like a stone mallet, and there was an unexpected amazement in his eyes, the power of Goron's magic that he had seen with his own eyes. But magic never stops at being powerful, and he marvels at Goron's ability to make totems. (To be continued.) )