Annan stripped away some of his vanity and was left with a genuine title.

But the two goblins still couldn't understand, and they exchanged ears.

"What did he say?"

"He said his name was long."

"How long?"

"We're stacked together for so long."

"I'm going to be on it."

"No, I'm here."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Annan changed to a way they could understand: "I am the messenger of the southern nations. ”

Goblin chirping: "Prove!" ”

It was proved that the princess was in the carriage.

But Annan didn't want to reveal the identity of the princess, he pointed to himself: "I am the proof." ”

……

Klein walked in front, Annan dragged the puppet lady and the princess on his shoulders in the middle, and at the back was the lemon.

Annan stared at Klein's footprints. Every time the steel boots that were embedded with the leg armor landed, they left footprints several centimeters deep in the wet soil, and then they were submerged in the muddy water that seeped out.

A fog enveloped all around, and if the footprints were gone, they would soon lose their way in the swamp.

And that's not the worst of all, the damp mist carries an abundance of moisture. Without a spellcaster, you can't even make a fire here. In contrast, the lingering rancid smell is easy to accept.

On the way, they encountered several waves of goblins, and after repeating their intentions, the team following Annan grew stronger and stronger.

Eventually, a group of goblins in well-fitting leather armor appeared, and they were supposed to be regular goblin soldiers - the people who made the giant golems could not be a group of goblins who couldn't even afford to wear clothes.

"I am ......"

"I know you, Jack."

The goblin soldiers, the leader of the goblin soldiers, even spoke much more calmly.

Annan looked surprised. Passing towns don't know about him, but the goblins of the rancid swamp actually know?

"I've heard that the goblins of the southern moorland are looking for an alliance, so I'm here."

The goblin soldiers led Annan through a dense thorn that had been trimmed to their village.

The goblins of the moor are scattered in the form of villages in this dark area. The dilapidated huts made of tree branches, black mud, and unknown brown material make up this lost village.

In addition to the smell of dampness and decay, there was a trace of other stench that could not be distinguished.

Annan struggled to connect the village in front of him with the group that had created giant goblin golems tens of meters high......

Could it be that the golem had emptied the pockets of the goblins, so they had fallen so far?

The goblin leader and Dolai showed very different expressions - the former kissed the mud under his feet with tears as if he were returning home, and the goblins poured out made him affectionate, familiar, and missed.

And the urbanized Dorai looked calmly at everything here, at the small goblins in the village, with dark green skin, deep-set eyes, and a cunning and ferocious gaze.

The leader of the goblin soldiers initially tried to receive Annan, but when Annan had to go in with his head down in their largest room, he gave up and handed over the guests to the arriving village chief of Mak.

It was an old goblin with wrinkled skin and missing an ear.

The ranger whispered to Annan that the hunt count a few decades ago was goblin ears, and when alchemy came out of a large number of these things, they were replaced with goblin skins.

Annan didn't know whether to lament the misery of the goblins, or lament that the people here had relied on the goblins to gather wool for decades.

In any case, goblins have a lifespan similar to that of humans...... This means that he is an old man who must be respected by Annan.

Although Princess Scarlet is already more than four hundred and ninety years old.

"Welcome, human. It's been a long time since a friendly human has come to my village! Village Chief Mark said excitedly.

"Hello, I'm Annan Reeves, Lord of Liberty City. It's a ...... of Dorai."

At the time of Annan's introduction, goblins from other villages in the rancid swamp came one after another, more and more.

The "big men" of these goblins are still not much bigger, and they all wear old robes or leather coats, and at most they wear glittering rough decorations......

In the end, Chief Mark said that eighteen of the thirty-four chiefs of the rancid moor had arrived.

Looking at the messy noise of a group of goblins that had not yet reached his chest, Annan did not have much respect left when he saw the giant goblin golem that night......

Annan had to interrupt them and say, "I know what you want to form an alliance......

"Do you want to make an alliance with us!?" It was interrupted by the goblins again.

"I love Persona!"

"I like it too!"

"I choose Locksey!"

Before the goblins finished dividing the southern kingdoms, Annan was huge: "I do not represent the southern kingdoms this time, but my own city, the Free City. ”

"Liberty City?"

"What is Liberty City?"

"What is freedom?"

"What is a city?"

"I know, it's a beautiful coastal city!"

Annan, who was so troubled by the noise, couldn't have imagined that they actually knew "When Freedom Knocks on the Door...... The flower capital has not yet had time to show this magical image.

Realizing that they would really quarrel for a long time, Annan went straight to his claim: he had taken a fancy to the things that the goblins had invented.

These goblins are poor and noisy, but the giant goblin golem can't fool people.

They acceded to Annan's request and led him to their treasure trove deep in the swamp, a hill rising from the ground.

First of all, bones, clubs, and thorns near the door...... This is the weapon of the goblins outside the village.

Then Annan saw finely crafted weapons: daggers made of quenched thorns, clubs inlaid with arrows, and sharpened bones......

As they entered the depths of the treasury, the goblins shut their mouths out of awe, and Annan finally saw something that interested him a little.

It was a row of dusty weapons. People outside will be confused when they see it, thinking that it is some "special thorns, clubs, and bones", but the people of Liberty City are no strangers here, and if it is a musketeer, they will pick it up and play with it-

It's a musket-like weapon, similar to the scavenger's Crystal Firebolt.

"But why is there so much dust?"

The goblin village chiefs who can still talk very well outside are divided, and Annan guesses that there should still be hidden secrets, so he continues to move forward.

A silent behemoth emerged from the edge of the magic lamp.

Annan finally saw the goblin golem up close—not the giant goblin golem that night, it was much smaller, but still half a rai taller than the lemon.

Raising the magic lamp, the shifting light and shadow highlighted the golem's sharp fangs, thick limbs, and heavy metal armor. It has the characteristic characteristics of goblins, but lacks the dwarf and emaciation of goblins.

It's a complete killing machine.

"What do you think of it?" Village Chief Make, who was observing Annan's expression, asked.

"The boy out there dreamed of having a wooden sword, but from this moment on, it was no longer ......"

(End of chapter)