Far north.

Between the snow-capped mountains, on the wild land, a majestic city has risen from the ground.

This is Oldheim.

The midday sun crosses the ridgeline of the mountain peaks and illuminates most of the city.

After continuous construction, the new city has become quite large.

The city is surrounded by high stone walls.

The walls are several meters wide and allow two carriages to gallop side by side. Dark Knights in black armor patrol the castle day and night.

Several rudimentary and straight streets run through the city, which will divide the city into several different districts.

If you look down from the air, you will see that each area has the same layout, with a large house that looks like a warehouse in the center and a circle of small houses around it.

And the entire 1175th chapter of the Death Bath (asking for a monthly ticket) The city is centered on that eerie and terrifying temple, radiating out in all directions. It's like a huge and complicated magic array.

Most of the buildings were finished, and there were no barbarian laborers to be seen busy on them.

But on one side of the mountain wall, the barbarians were like ants on frosting, black and pressed on it, and kept digging caverns in the mountain wall.

Countless iron tools struck the rocks with a clanging noise.

Due to the extremely poor construction conditions, from time to time, someone would fall off the mountain wall, let out a long tail of screams, and fall like a stone, but then the scream stopped abruptly.

But nevertheless. Those who are immersed in their work have blank faces. I don't care about it at all, and I don't have the ability to care.

They could only continue to work as hard as machines under the whips and scolding of the overseers. Until one day, death came. This is the only way to attain liberation.

The city has swallowed up too much of the blood, sweat and corpses of the barbarians, but despite this, they still can't live in this city that they built with their own hands.

These barbarians still dwell in the 1175 Death Baths (ask for monthly tickets) on the edge of the river valley, in those shabby, cold shacks like concentration camps. There you can survive. Bitter suffering.

Every day, people die because of the poor living conditions and are then taken away by the corpse collectors. Every day, the cart was full of corpses, and stiff and cold human bodies were piled on top of it. It's like piles of strangely shaped wood.

A dark cloud of misery hangs over this hell on earth.

The sunshine in February has gradually brought a warm breath, lying in the sun and basking in the sun leisurely is undoubtedly the most comfortable enjoyment of the poor in this season.

Where the sun has been shining all along, the thick layers of snow and ice have begun to melt little by little.

But among the mountains. The accumulation of ice and snow ranged from a few feet to tens of feet to hundreds of feet deep, and it would take at least two months for the ice and snow to completely melt away, revealing a road that could be passed.

Unlike those barbarians whose fate was tragic, at this time, under the warm sunlight, the goblin silver light was enjoying this rare sunlight freely.

Wrapped in thick fur, he lay on a chair made of wooden planks, and his hands kept rummaging and groping in it. It was like searching for something.

"Aha~!" Yinguang suddenly shouted happily, and then the index finger and thumb of his right hand worked hard together, pinching a certain corner of his clothes, and then slowly took out his fingers.

He slowly raised his finger to the sun in the sky, squinting his eyes, and smugly looking at the black dot between his fingers.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a soybean-sized flea. Although pinched by the silver light, the tenacious little creature still struggled.

The goblin laughed. Then without hesitation, he shoved the flea into his mouth and bit it hard with his teeth. Then I heard a soft 'click' between the teeth.

The goblin was stunned, then bit harder, but this time there was no sound.

He was immediately a little disappointed: it took a long time to catch this big one. But it turned out that it still didn't make the same noise as I caught yesterday.

Silver Light sighed in disappointment and smacked his lips...... Belch. Smacked his mouth, then stretched his neck, swallowed hard, and said to himself, "Grandma, you dog." If you dare to eat me, I will eat you too~!"

As he spoke, he was vigorous and full of energy.

It's been a full month since I've been here, and the goblin silver's originally thin and withered cheeks have been eaten round and red.

The fur on the body is no longer the shriveled and bare rotten dog skin, but a thick bear skin, shining in the sun, shining and dazzling.

Each of the ten fingers wore a thick gold ring, and around his neck was an extremely thick gold chain like a dog's chain.

Even his fragile and thin slap had an equally thick and heavy gold ring that pulled his ears down.

It can be seen that in this month, the silver light has been really good.

But if he had to choose Silverlight, he would rather go back to Neyan.

He lived here more than a barbarian, heaven and earth. But such days are also different from those of heaven and earth.

Not to mention anything else, as far as personal hygiene is concerned, since joining the CIA, he has not had fleas on his body for two years. And now, these terrifying little creatures have reappeared on his body. He felt extremely unaccustomed.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the sky, and saw that it was not yet time for lunch, so he lowered his head again, intending to continue rummaging, to make sure that he broke the record, and found a flea that bit louder than yesterday.

At this moment, several people came out of the houses on the side of the street, wrapped in black robes, and even wore black hoods on their heads, completely obscuring their faces.

As they passed by the goblin Silver Light, the goblin felt a miserable aura emanate from them. I couldn't help but shudder. Hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to look at them.

These people didn't look at the goblins, and walked into the temple in the center of the city without saying a word, holding different bottles and jars in their hands.

Goblin Silver looked at their backs, watching them leave. He knew that these people were dark mages, and it seemed that they had been tinkering with a complicated thing, and that all the dark mages in the camp were busy with this.

Although Yinguang had wanted to inquire about the actions of the dark mages, the tone of those dark mages was very tight, and Yinguang was afraid of exposing himself, so he didn't dare to ask more. Just knowing that something must have happened in the city.

He had heard a terrible legend that spread far and wide among the barbarians. It is said that a large bathhouse was built at the rear, and every day hard laborers were driven there to take a bath.

However, they went in and never came out. No one will know where they have gone.

Only the empty shacks can prove that these people once existed. But these shacks will also soon be filled by the new barbarians.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult to count even the number of people who have gone missing because of this.

At this moment, a loud horn was suddenly heard.

Then, the gates of Oderheim, which had not been opened for a long time, suddenly opened slowly.

Led by several dark mages, a group of dark knights marched into the city of Oldheim with a bunch of barbarians.

Among them were men and women, old men and children, all of them in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and thin muscles. It looks like it's been a lot of hard work.

Silver Light sighed, and secretly said in his heart, another tribe has been served by the dark mages, but the business is coming.

The goblin poked his head out and walked at the front of the line, and sure enough, it was the obscene barbarian Huck.

He was still wearing the suit and overcoat he had brought back from the humans, and he was riding triumphantly on a horse. Because it had not been washed for too long, the suit was black, dirty, and hard, like a piece of armor. The original color has long been indistinguishable.

When Huck entered the city, he threw down his captive and trotted all the way in the direction of the goblin Silverlight.

After seeing the silver light, he waved his arms happily and shouted as he ran, "Hey, silver light." I am back. ”

It looks like seeing an old friend who hasn't been masked for a long time.

Goblin Silver Light lay on the chair and moved his buttocks, and said lazily, "Oh. It's back. ”

Although Huck is a barbarian, his brain is extremely bright, and he sees that the silver light is highly valued by the dark mages, and it is far above himself. Naturally, you know what to do.

Therefore, since the return of the Ruman Empire, Huck's attitude towards Uncle Silverlight has changed, and it is reversed from before.

In the past, Lord Huck was the master, and the goblin Silver Light was the servant. Now, like a servant, Huck was courteous in front of the silver light.

Huck sat beside Yinguang, took out a black handkerchief from his pocket, which could no longer see the original color, followed the appearance of a cultural person, elegantly wiped the hot sweat on his forehead, and said: "This trip is really too tormenting, do you know how far we have run?"

"How far?" replied the goblin silverlight, squinting his eyes and limply, as if he didn't care about the subject at all.

"Hell it, we've been running all the way to Thymikrion," Huck cried out, patting his thigh, "it's already a big east, and we're going to the ice sea again, and it's going back and forth for eighteen days, but I'm tired." ”

Silverlight nodded, because there were no more barbarian tribes within a few hundred miles of the vicinity, and they had to run farther in order to plunder the population. And at this moment there were almost 100,000 barbarians in the city.

Huck leaned into the goblin's ear and said proudly and excitedly, "I've got some good things again, next time I go to the humans, we can exchange some good goods."

Yinguang didn't seem to be in high spirits, and said absentmindedly: "Well, okay, wait for next time." ”

Huck didn't notice the perfunctory silver light, and said with great interest: "I will change the money again, I will bring more clothes, and their bread, can you imagine, their bread is actually made of white flour, it is really delicious for his grandmother......"

As he spoke, he involuntarily drooled again from the corners of his mouth.

Silver Light sneered and said, "Rare and strange." ”

Huck scratched his head and was about to speak when a dark figure stood in front of them.

Silver Light raised his head and saw Flint with a cold face that had not changed for ten thousand years, looking at them with eyes without a trace of emotion, and said in a hoarse voice, "The master wants to see you." Come with me. ”

The ground suddenly tightened. Since the last time I came back from the Ruman Empire. The lord of Oldheim, Heyrod the Lich, left the goblins on the ground and ignored them.

Although the treatment of goblins has risen several steps since then, just like the dark mages, but this state of idleness has made Silver Light secretly anxious in his heart, Silver Light clenched his fists, his nervous palms were full of sweat, and followed Flint into the temple in the center of the city.

It was still as dark and gloomy as ever, and I don't know where there was a ghostly howl, and the goblin silver light only felt his cold hairs stand on end.

Despite only being here twice. But this feeling is definitely something that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

Flint led them straight through the antechamber to the back half of the temple.

Silver Light lowered her head, and suddenly her ears moved, and she heard the sound of conversation floating from inside.

"The conversion rate is still not satisfactory. A hoarse, rag-like voice said.

"The equipment here is so rudimentary. ”

"We also need a new batch of experiments. ”

"Let the bathroom send another batch of people. ”

A cold feeling rose from the heart of the silver light. In an instant, it spread all over the body, and the silver light couldn't help but shiver at Lingling, looking at the door in front of him in horror.

Although he had known for a long time that the dark mages would not let go of the corpses of the barbarians, when he heard it with his own ears, the silver light realized that they were killing people in a planned and organized manner, using the corpses of the barbarians as a reality.

Flint opened the door and walked in, stooping down and respectfully entering, the goblin following closely behind him.

Inside, there are only a few green spots on the walls, like ghost fires. The backs of several people were illuminated, and they surrounded the city, with a few bottles on the table in the middle.

A pungent foul smell emanated from the bottle.

Heylord, who was sitting in the midst of the crowd, seemed pleased and said, "Ah, here you are." Friends, allow me to introduce, Mr. Flint and Mr. Silverlight. ”

"A goblin?" said the dark shadow beside Helord, dissatisfied, "Yes, Heylord, you actually believe in a lowly and stupid person." Filthy goblins. ”

Hylord pressed down on his hand and said, "I have to say, my friend, your racial prejudice is too strict. A rat has its uses, let alone a goblin.

Mr. Silverlight has proven his loyalty with his actions. ”

"How to prove. Roll the dice?" the voice said teasingly.

Helord said lightly: "This goblin has successfully penetrated the interior of the Ruman Empire. The prime minister of the Ruman Empire even personally appointed him as the head of intelligence for the barbarians. ”

"Uh......" The crowd at the table let out a surprised voice, and for a moment they all fell silent.

Helord smirked and said, "He has obtained a crucial piece of information that our enemy, the Ruman Empire, will launch an unprecedented large-scale attack on the barbarians in the depths of the snowy mountains in three months' time.

This, gentlemen, will be the key to our victory. ”

"Is it accurate?" someone asked cautiously.

"Of course," said Herod firmly, "quite accurately, Mr. Silverlight has obtained a copy of the war plan drawn up by the Prime Minister of the Ruman Empire, which details the enemy's preparations. ”

"Great~!" a few black shadows said excitedly: "Herod, I didn't expect you to hide such a hand." It's so much better than that arrogant Edwood. ”

Hearing the name Edwood, Hylord couldn't help but snort coldly, and said disdainfully, "What did that arrogant idiot do?"

"When I came, Edwood brought something he had stolen from an enemy alchemy research institute and asked the high priest for credit, and he said it was a great discovery, hehe......"

Several people let out a chuckle and said, "Edwood is really burned, human alchemy, that's just a child's thing." ”

Hylord frowned, but her heart was not so relaxed.

Although they don't deal with Edwood, the two have always been in a competitive relationship, competing for the position of the first person under the seat of the High Priest of the Dead.

But Herode knew that Edwood was not a, on the contrary, that the family, despite their hubris, was quite smart.

"That means I have to succeed. Haylord secretly told himself in his mind that a glorious victory over the Ruman Empire would be enough to secure his place among the lichs, which Edwood could not have contributed to any valuable information.

Helord looked at the goblin silver light and said, "I want you to go back, to Ruman, to get their detailed war plan."

You have to know how many troops they are going to use, when they are going to do it, where they are going, and where they are going. ”

Goblin Silver Light secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and thought to himself: I can finally leave this ghost place.

Then he replied respectfully, "Yes, master, I will do my best." ”

"It's not the best effort," said Herod, "but it's absolutely successful, and if you do, the Count and the Baron won't be a problem after victory, I can guarantee that."

But if you fail, I'll let you know what happens to you.

Flint, show him that we're dealing with the runaways. ”

"Yes," Flint replied respectfully.

Helord said, "I'm going to give you more men and everything you need, provided you have to succeed."

Give you a day, and you'll set off tomorrow. ”

Then Herod waved his hand, and Flint led the goblin out of the room, then glanced at the goblin and said, "Follow me." ”

He led the goblin straight to the area behind the temple, and into a completely enclosed house with a large pit dug down into the room, and in the pit there was a pool of black-brown sewage, which was emitting a steaming mist, but it didn't look like heat.

A pungent and spicy smell came to his face, and Silver Light couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, but Flint enjoyed the taste and took a deep breath with a happy expression.

An iron door opened at the bottom of the wall, and the Dark Knight walked in with a band of barbarians, most of them covered in bruises, some of them still being carried by the two.

The Dark Knight shoved them and drove them to the pool in the house, and even the barbarians were so frightened that they screamed and struggled even if they didn't know what the black water was.

The Dark Knight eventually became impatient and kicked them down, causing several barbarians to scream and fall into the black water.

They let out a heart-rending scream, piercing the bottom of the silver light, and the barbarian burst out of the black and gray smoke as if it had been ignited, desperately struggling in the water, trying to rush out of the black water, but was kicked back by the dark knight next to him mercilessly.

The flesh and skin of these people quickly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had encountered hot blood, and the goblin silver light felt a spasm in his stomach, and he couldn't help but vomit out in disgust.

Flint grabbed him by the silver collar and lifted him up to the barbarian's screaming pool, "This is our first process of making elite skeletons, and we call it drying."

If you don't give me a good job, this is what will happen to you.

Of course, I'll also reduce the concentration of the dissolved solution by four-fifths, so that you don't die after three days of soaking in it, just think about the feeling of watching yourself melt a little bit. ”

Goblin Silver Light could only shake his head desperately.

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