"Summon a monster!" the terrified red-robed mage immediately unleashed the last of the spell slots that had been memorized in advance. As soon as the short spell ended, a powerful force poured out from the end of the staff's inlaid with dark blue gems, causing a tiny crack in front of the mage as if a door had been opened. Then an emaciated figure rolled out of it and fell in front of the mage's feet.

"Who's it? it's that bastard playing with the great Alebfisn. Before he could rise from the ground, the summoned creature began to roar in his high-pitched, hoarse voice. "Ah, damn it, how can it be so cold? Did I sleep until winter?"

The three-foot-tall creature was very ugly, with a large head and thin limbs. The skin was a disgusting dark green like poisonous swamp water, with bumps on it. The top of his head was a mess of grass with a few tufts of dirty hair that could not be seen in his original color, and most of them were stuck together by a stinking slime. The creature throbbed violently on the ground, his scarred ribs swaying from the shabby sleeveless kaftan that covered most of his body.

The mage stared at the creature he had summoned almost blankly, not even noticing that his delicate fawnskin boots were being caressed by the black hands. Although there is a high probability that a first-level summoned monster will make a mistake and summon a useless helper, summoning such a weak creature with a high level of intelligence still makes the mage stunned. What's more, this summon is a goblin known for its cunning, selfishness, and weakness.

"Despicable and filthy creatures, kneeling at my feet. The staff in his hand waved, and the cold words that came from the mage's purple lips immediately froze the goblin. The fear from his heart made his face quickly stiffen with his irritable face, which had not yet dissipated, and his body trembled like a bird in a blizzard.

"Oh, noble lord. Let Alebufis do the work for you. The goblin let out a deliberate exclamation, a flattering smile squeezing out of his dry and ugly green face. He fell to the ground desperately, holding the mage's boots in both hands, and kissing him like a money-hungry Terran merchant with a steel coin.

But the mage soon stopped his movements. "Electric claws. After a few spells, tiny wires emerged from the top of the staff, causing the goblin to tremble and fall to the ground, its limbs twitching and foaming at the mouth.

"Get up, lazy goblins. Without giving him time to rest, the mage, who found the goblin lying motionless on the ground, pretending to be dead, roared in a low voice again. His eyes hidden in his hood stared at the snow covered in burning trees and black charcoal ash outside the hollow, and he brought the staff closer to the goblin's body. "And don't touch me, or I'll chop you up in a pile of coke. ”

"Dear Master Mage, I will make sure that my hands are as honest as the pine trunks. The goblin immediately jumped up from the ground as if it had a nail under its buttocks, and its ugly face made a pitiful look. The huge bulging eyes squeezed and squeezed, but not a single tear came out.

"Listen!" stretched forward with his staff of lightning, and the mage roared like an angry lion, "Get out of here, into the glade of flames and ashes, or I'll kill you." ”

"Your ......, my esteemed master," the goblin almost cried as he looked back at the ruined forest, which seemed to have been plowed by a demon with a weapon.

"Go, or die!" the mage jerked forward, kicking the goblin down as the staff pressed against his throat. White-blue pulsing electricity burst out of the staff at the same time, causing the goblin to shrink in fear.

"As you wish. My lord. The goblin looked at the staff in fear and slowly retreated with a cry in his mouth. It wasn't until he was more than a yard away from his staff that he quickly got up and ran down into the forest. The howling cold wind through the mountains and forests quickly robbed him of his warmth, but the goblin did not dare to look back, because he knew that the mage would indeed swing his staff and kill him with that powerful magic.

"Oh, poor Alebfeis. The goblin walked forward dejectedly, holding his sleeveless robe tightly with both hands, allowing himself to retain a little more warmth. "You're lucky enough to be summoned to this barren place by a mage. ”

The scorched ground and black charcoal seemed nothing to fear in Alebfes, and the goblin now wanted nothing to find a place to keep the wind out and be warm, and then think about how to get rid of the mage in the cave.

"Snow, snow, snow. The goblin muttered something on the ground, kicking it with his feet in a pair of worn-out leather boots. But he soon found a worthy 'weapon'. "Hah, half a stick. He cocked his buttocks, his body tilted back, and his hands struggled to pull the half-burned stick out of the snow.

"I am the great goblin swordsman Alebfhis. The nervous goblin tried to make a serious appearance, and struck a stump of a tree in front of him that had been blackened by flames. "In the name of the god of wealth, die, lowly little Terran mage. ”

But the goblin's attempt to 'destroy' the little mage was unsuccessful, as a scarred, majestic arm reached out and easily grasped the twig.

Riga breathed in with the sound of a dragon's breath in his mouth, and stretched out his body in pain. Shaking his dizzy head, he pulled the goblin's diminutive body over, and his large, frothy hands covered in wood ash and dark red bubbles grabbed the green-skinned creature by the throat. "Who are you, where is the Terran mage?"

The goblin was terrified because it was such a terrifying monster that appeared in front of him. Most of the Quaid's long golden hair had been destroyed by the fireball, and both arms were covered in froths. Her soft beard and eyebrows were curled up in the roast, and Rigga's face was covered in black charcoal ash and the flush of the sea. When he glared at the goblin and asked the goblin in a vicious voice, the poor creature was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.

"In the cave, Lord Demon. The goblins, whose legs shook violently, squeezed the words out between their teeth, and then hung limply in the Quaid's hands.

Riga immediately put down the goblin in his hand and rushed towards the snow bear's burrow like a sturdy cheetah. The wounded Quaid was now filled with swelling rage, and now he wanted nothing more than to tear apart the mage who had hurt him.

The red-robed mage who had been keeping his eyes on the goblins' movements had certainly seen Riga a long time ago. He was shocked by the skin's powerful magical resistance, but the movements in his hands did not slow down at all. He flipped his hand over and grabbed a dead spider from the pocket of his cloak, and then uttered a long, complex incantation in his mouth.

As the Quaids were about to rush in, the red-robed mage unleashed the chanting magic.

"Cobweb!"

A large white mass ejected from the mage's hand and slammed into the hay at the cave entrance. The magic exploded violently upon contact with the obstacle, wrapping around it with something like white spider silk, sealing the entire hole.

Running fast, Riga couldn't stop at all, and her whole body crashed straight into the cobweb, hanging at the mouth of the hole. The Quaid still tried to struggle in the cobwebs, but the white threads wound him tighter.

"Despicable Terrans. Rega roared with anger from his mouth, and his body, which had swelled from the madness, swelled up again at this moment, making his struggle a little bigger.

"Stupid Quaid. The red-robed mage looked at Riga who couldn't break free no matter what, and laughed proudly. "You guys who only know brute force, wisdom is the real power!"

After a few laughs, the mage greedily picked up the irregular ice dragon inner skin from the ground, then stared at the leather armor on the outside of Rega several times, and tried to walk over and peel it off, but the Quaid's violent reaction made him quickly abandon the idea.

"When my servant comes, you will end this stupid and miserable life. The mage shouted to Riga in the bear cave.

However, at this time, the goblin, who was left in the snow by Riga, approached the bear cave. The small, selfish creature feared Riga even more, but he hated the mage he had summoned him even more. The goblin then took the flame from the pine tree that was still burning outside and threw it on the dense cobweb.

The dry white cobwebs were immediately ignited, and when several fixed support points were burned off, Riga immediately fell from the suspended webs. He immediately struggled to split the silk with his battle axe, then let the flames spread rapidly, and then destroy the spell.

"Die. Looking at the red-robed mage who was panicking and constantly retreating, Ruiga, who had been freed, roared and rushed forward. The tomahawk in his hand slashed, striking with a blur of the staff. With a crisp thud, three pale cyan rattans snapped from the top of the staff, and the gem with a dark blue glow shattered into several pieces and fell, causing the mage to cry out in agony. But before he could raise his staff again, the Quid man's retracted tomahawk immediately turned into a horizontal slash, and before the mage could react, he slashed off his head.

Seeing the mage's body fall before his eyes, Riga immediately rushed forward, using his fingers to dip a trace of sweet blood from the ground and wipe it on the right side of his face. "This is just the beginning of revenge. Riga silently picked up the mage's head from the ground, picked up the broken gem, and then pulled the staff out of the corpse's hand and stuck it behind his back.

When the mage died, a gap immediately appeared next to the goblin, swallowing him and bringing him back to the goblin's territory. Riga initially tried to find his traces, but after an hourglass search without any clues, the Quaid had to leave with the baby Snow Bear who had woken up.

When the Quaid figure disappeared from most of the hourglass in the forest, a group of Terran warriors in leather armor finally arrived from the other side. They all held sharp, tough steel weapons in their hands, and looked as proud as lions patrolling their territory, but when these people saw the mage's headless corpse, dullness and dead silence immediately began to spread among the warriors.