"Eagle ...... Hawk...... Eagle ~ !!" The goblin's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Lorraine in surprise.

I was secretly surprised in my heart, and I said: Which one is this singing? What kind of eagle is this uncle going to play?

But the goblin silver light was very sure in his heart that Lord Lorraine was not untargeted. There must be something deep in this.

Next to Flint is also confused, very inexplicable, strange in his heart that human beings are not only bad and lowly, but now even hobbies are so weird, how can this eagle play?

Lorraine smiled with a sense of superiority, and then explained: "Brother Silverlight, you know, rich people are all very perverted, whatever they call money, they like to play.

Now what kind of cars, horses, female stars, Oiran or whatever, all of them are not popular.

Chapter 1184 The eagle is playing like this (asking for a monthly pass) They are tired of playing, and after hundreds of years in exchange, it is still this thing, and the nobles think the grade is too low.

Do you know what is popular for rich people now?"

The goblins and Flint looked at each other, and then shook their heads in unison, one was a turtle material, a goblin from the lowest level of society, and the other was a mage who studied hard and climbed up the hierarchical pyramid carefully, they didn't know how the rich people played.

Flint next to him was bold, guessed in Lorraine's tone, and then cautiously probed: "Eagle?"

Lorraine slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, play with the eagle~!"

He paused for a moment, then continued: "Now all the rich people are in vogue to play eagles. This is a high-end gameplay from the East.

Especially the rich and oily pouches in the desert, who occupy the gold mines, dominate the trade and collect money, from the king to the chief, have an eagle on their arms all day long, and show off everywhere.13

The strength of the bull 13. It's like driving a BMW, and carrying an internationally famous female star on your arm.

At the mention of eagles, the eyes of those people are green.

Now the 1184th chapter of a good eagle is played like this (ask for a monthly pass) and the price of ten purebred Andalusian horses is raised. It's still priceless, and those grandsons are looking for them all over the world. ”

Listening to Lorraine's boastful talk, the goblins and Flint couldn't help but look at each other again, hearing such a novel story for the first time.

The luxury of the nobility in the Far Eastern Desert has been praised by everyone for a long time.

Lorraine paused for a moment, seeing that Yinguang was still unenlightened, he couldn't help but show an expression of hatred on his face, and then said, "I said Brother Yinguang." I've been talking about it for a long time, don't you still understand the business opportunities here?"

Silver Light twitched the corners of her mouth. With a bitter face, he said: "I said brother, don't sell it, let's talk about it?"

Lorraine sighed, then said, "Okay, who made us have a good relationship." I can sue you first. It's a big deal~!"

He paused for a moment, and then continued, "Aren't you on the side of the barbarians? I heard that there are many eagles in that mountain."

The quality of the alpine eagles there is absolutely excellent. and the Elven Kingdom's Thunder Eagle are both top breeds.

In particular, the most famous one there can grab through the iron sheet with one claw and hunt the gray wolf Hapejin head mountain eagle.

Known as the Eagle Emperor, it has been speculated to sky-high prices in the market.

As long as you catch an eagle like that and sell it to those desert foolish and rich people, it will cost at least three or five hundred thousand gold coins, without a counteroffer. ”

Silverlight and Flint gasped in unison.

Although they listened to Lorraine for a long time, they were also mentally prepared for this. But an eagle can be sold for three and a half million gold coins.

Such a price still broke through their psychological tolerance limit in an instant.

The bottom line in Flint's heart is one or two thousand gold coins, and there are so many of them.

You must know that this time they used three hundred strong barbarians, each carrying hundreds of pounds of luggage, and worked hard for more than ten days to travel long distances from the mountains. The goods shipped in were only a few million gold coins.

This has swept away half of the most valuable things in the barbarian area. There won't be so much output in the next decade or so.

And a mountain carving of that or something was up to a quarter of their cargo.

The price is really outrageous.

Flint remembered the goshawk that hovered in the sky over the city of Oldheim every day. Then I automatically exchanged them all for gold coins in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a pain in my flesh.

Eagles can be found everywhere in the mountains, and Flint himself has seen hundreds of them.

If you get a few back, you can suffer less and save a lot of trouble~!

I also used hard work to select goods, find people, and recite them to trade.

Lorraine couldn't help but smile when she saw Flint's face change color and knew that he had begun to take the bait.

Wealth is touching, even for dark mages, more money means more materials, better equipment, and more mana.

Lorraine continued: "If you can get a few Hapekin Mountain Carvings next time...... Uh, no, as long as you get a mountain carving, one is enough. This kind of top-level luxury, too much, will smash the signboard.

As long as there is one, I will not only buy it for 300,000 gold coins, but also give you another 10% cheaper when I sell the goods.

Actually, I just mentioned this matter casually, and I didn't want it much, but a friend of mine in the Imperial City wanted to play with one. I'll do him a favor by the way.

That kind of thing, there is not much market in our north. You don't have to worry too much. It's just by the way, by the way. Haha, hahaha......"

After speaking, there was another burst of hearty laughter.

Flint saw through his mind in an instant: this damn profiteer, he is definitely selling dog meat on the head of a sheep. I'm afraid that I'm going to be too urgent, so I'm sitting on the ground here. That's why he said that~!

It can be seen that the price of the eagle is definitely not only three or five hundred thousand gold coins, but also millions.

When I get it back, when I do business again, Lao Tzu will definitely cut a knife on this profiteer's body~!

Flint had heard that the nobles in the desert never used gold to trade, and they used the whole basket of precious stones, and they were poor and only had money left, and it was not abnormal to spend millions for an eagle.

At this time, Lorraine also seemed to realize that she had lost a lot of words. Immediately laughed dryly twice, and hurriedly said, "Okay, let's talk next time." I took my leave. Haha, hahaha......"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and strode out.

Only Flint and the goblins were left in the room.

Flint looked at the goblins, then at the direction in which Lorraine's back had disappeared, and scolded angrily, "This damn profiteer...... Chirp~~"

A sharp cry resounded through the sky.

The penetrating power of the voice was extremely strong, and it instantly spread throughout the entire valley.

In the turquoise sky, a goshawk spreads its wide wings. Hovering incessantly high in the air.

It was the only creature in the entire sky, and no other animal dared to compete.

The goshawk is like a king on high. Look down at the rolling hills below.

Those sharp eyes can clearly capture every detail of the earth.

Steep mountains, dark green forests, babbling streams, rabbits jumping and foraging in the meadows......

What is especially conspicuous is the towering big city in the valley~!

And from the ground. The eagle's figure was just a vague dot. But its proud stature is enough to show its identity as the overlord of the air.

In this sky, it is the only ruler.

Under the sun. The goblin stood above the clearing, his hands on the pergola, squinting his eyes at the goshawk in the sky, his eyes firmly grasping its figure.

After a long while, he couldn't help but sigh softly, and then again.

Silverlight felt extremely depressed.

It's been two weeks since I returned to Oderheim from the Ruman Empire.

In the middle of a city where supplies are scarce. He couldn't even find a roll of toilet paper, and then he thought about the prosperity and bustle of the human world, and he couldn't help but feel extremely nostalgic in his heart.

Nostalgic for the wine, nostalgic for the food. I miss the soft and comfortable big bed and the large bathtub. I miss that human female secretary with a thin waist and a big ass...... I miss the soft paper in the toilet even more.

Then Yinguang scolded Sha Jin in his heart for another five minutes.

In this city where the barbarians had piled up their bones with blood, sweat and blood, the goblins had only been two weeks, but it seemed like two years had passed.

If it weren't for the hovering goshawk in the sky, he would even suspect that he had been forgotten in this remote corner of the human world.

Beside him were rows of wooden racks that looked like drying racks, on which hung dozens of rabbit carcasses that were about to dried.

These are all used to lure the goshawks in the air down to hunt.

On the other side, there are several nets and lassoes.

These tools were intended by the goblins to be used to hunt falcons.

The few eagle feathers on the ground dancing lightly in the wind were the best results of Yinguang these days.

They swayed in the wind as if they were mocking goblins.

Of course, if you compare the few blood marks on his face, anyone will know who wins and loses this PK between the field spirit and the eagle.

It's a good thing that those eagles didn't fight the goblins to the end, otherwise the sharp old face of Silver Light would have been out of shape a long time ago.

The others scoffed at Silverlight's indiscretionary behavior, when he was a ridiculous joke that the stupid goblin was dazzled by the gold coins.

However, Silverlight didn't care too much about this.

Because this eagle is actually a means used by the CIA to convey information. And the falconry is only used for disguise and camouflage.

The goblin looked at the eagle in the sky and wondered if the goshawk was a traffic officer sent by the CIA to deliver the food, or the slanderous ghost who ran past yesterday to steal food.

Yesterday, Yinguang had a big fight with it, and Yinguang only shot a few bird feathers at the cost of two more blood marks on his face, which made Yinguang hate in his heart.

But after watching it for a long time, my eyes were blurred by the tears of the sun, but I still didn't see a reason.

He reached out and touched his arms: Well, hard, it's still there.

It was the potion that the CIA handed him at the moment.

According to the confession, this colorless potion was applied to the animal's body, and although it was not visible on the surface, it was extremely obvious in the trained eagle's eye.

If there is a need to pass on information, it is stuffed into the dead rabbit's body and a potion is applied to it.

When the eagle in the sky sees the mark, it swoops down from the sky and snatches the marked rabbit away.

So. Even if the people in the city saw it, they would think that this was another unsuccessful capture operation by the goblins, which has been happening every day lately.

There is no suspicion at all about the ongoing espionage of the goblins.

And the eagle will fly over the mountains with the rabbit in its mouth, passing it to another place.

There's a hidden informant there, who is specifically responsible for receiving.

He would dissect the rabbit's carcass, get the information hidden inside, and then relay the information to the CIA's northern branch station by station by guò, and finally to the telegraph network that had spread throughout the major cities of mankind, to Lorraine.

This plan is both simple and practical.

When the goblins knew. couldn't help but sigh very much: I really don't know how the lord has such a long brain, and he can actually think of such a whimsical method.

It was extremely difficult. The transmission of extremely dangerous information has become so simple.

During the whole process of information transmission, the goblins didn't have to do anything, just sit there and bask in the sun. The eagle took care of everything else.

And best of all, the whole plan. The Lord had said it in front of Flint's proud dark mage.

Not only did the idiot not realize it in the slightest, but as soon as he returned. He vigorously encouraged himself and urged himself to carry out this falconry plan.

Completely toying with those dark mages in the palm of their hands. Sell them, and let them help count the money.

Watching the goshawk fly away with his information in his mouth, Flint regretted not catching it this time.

The goblins almost couldn't help but wake up laughing from their dreams every time they thought about it...... While the goblins looked at the goshawk in the sky, in the main hall of the city of Oldheim, the lich Heyrod stood in front of the door. Look at the goshawk in the sky.

His black robe was broad and slightly tattered, his whole face was hidden deep in his hood, and his pale and withered right hand held a staff tightly.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the robes on his body fluttered, looking from afar. Like death.

Behind him, stood two rows of dark mages, also dressed in black robes. They stood respectfully with their hands in solemnity. Quietly awaiting Helrod's orders.

"Chirp~!"

Another sharp eagle roar came from the sky. Echoes formed between the mountains, and then slowly disappeared like distant waves.

Hylord pursed the corners of his cold mouth, then pointed forward and said softly: "Let's start~!"

The dark mages all let out a low roar, and then turned into clouds of black smoke and screamed from the ground. In all directions of the city, they scattered in all directions.

They flew into the sky above all corners of the city, then waved their staffs, the tips of which began to glow a miserable green.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and after reaching a certain point, they let out a roar of rage in unison, and then pointed the staff in their hands to the sky.

Dozens of rays of light crossed the beautiful arc, converged in the sky, and then exploded.

Countless glowing green dots of light slowly fell from the sky, like a misty drizzle.

The barbarians who were working in the city couldn't help but stop, raised their heads to look, and stared at the scene in amazement with wide eyes.

Unconsciously, someone reached out curiously, reached out and took a few points of light, and then put them in front of his eyes, wanting to see clearly.

But then I noticed that the light was slightly scattered, and then it disappeared, as if it had melted into the skin.

They couldn't help but look at each other, but then looked down and checked their bodies, but they didn't find anything unusual.

At this point, the overseers also reacted.

They were also exposed to this green light and rain, and their hearts were also a little uneasy. I was afraid that it would be a deadly spell, but after seeing that my body was not abnormal, I was relieved.

Then the nature of being a lackey and a traitor also woke up again, scolded loudly, waved the leather whip in his hand, and unceremoniously whipped at the barbarians around him, and whipped those barbarians screaming miserably.

Under the pressure of their powerful bullets, in just a few breaths, the barbarian slaves were once again immersed in their toil.

Then night fell, and the barbarian slaves, after a day of intense labor, returned to the camp as indifferently as the walking dead, and then fell asleep.

And when the sun rises the next morning. The barbarians woke up from their nightmares.

Many people were surprised to find that their bodies, faces, and hands were all inexplicably red dots.

And, many people began to cough in bouts.

At this time, the overseers' whips sounded again.

The barbarians, urged to get out of their humble tents, were somewhat relieved that many of the overseers had a little red on them.

The barbarians coughed and lined up slowly towards the construction site amid the angry shouts of the overseers.

Along the way, more and more people began to cough. And from time to time, someone coughs and falls down, and then can't get up.

The corpse collection team, which had been waiting for a long time, indifferently walked up and carried their bodies onto the carriage. Many of the corpse collectors were coughing incessantly, and many of them collapsed, and finally their companions carried their bodies onto the carriage.

That strange disease spread rapidly through the city at a flying speed.

Only the goblin Silverlight and the barbarian Huck, about less than three hundred, were not infected due to the early warning from the dark mages and the potions they provided.

When the goblins woke up to find that all of Odenheim was dying, they couldn't help but be terrified.

At the same time, he realized that something was wrong, and immediately wrote a report of the incident, stuffed it into a rabbit, smeared it with a potion, and threw it outside the house.

A short time later, a goshawk swooped down like lightning, struck the rabbit, and then flew into the air like an arrow.

In just over ten seconds, it had already disappeared into the sky...... Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a collection, ask for a recommendation, ask for a subscription, if you have one, vote for it, thank you. (To be continued)RQ!!