The name is registered in handwriting on the ticket, and whoever can match the name can get on the caravan's "car". However, there is no one in the world to check tickets, as long as there is no overcrowding and there is no dispute, the driver of the car does not care how many people come up. Siegel continued to learn the accents of the goblins around him, and realized that there were no mistakes, so he used two pinches of Maotaka to place the weapon in an obvious place as a deterrent, and then left the redfoot town with a selective gaze.

The feet of the people here are red, as red as blood. Siegel only figured out the origin of the town's name when he left. What kind of ground you step on will create what kind of character. Those who trample on the farmland endure the wind and rain and persevere, those who tread in the water know that they will sink if they stop paddling, so they move forward, the people who step on the grassland are broad-minded, and the people who trample on the marble floor of the palace are hard-hearted. What can they know about the people who have stepped on the blood-soaked ground, who have absorbed the breath of blood from their pores?

Siegel still uses the name Taka and concocts a story for him: he was a hunter from the mountains who stumbled upon a gem and made a small fortune and left the place. He is going to the warm Purple City in the south to find a new opportunity in life.

"Why Purple City, Taka?" asked Siegel's only traveling companion, an overweight goblin with a heavy appetite and curiosity. Even though it was icy outside, he was bare-chested and bare-chested, like a tawny sea lion. According to him, half of the vehicles in their convoy were the fat goblin's, especially the other two vehicles with gun-wielding bodyguards in the back were his direct subordinates.

Siegel glanced up at him, his hand touching the handle of the gun. Clearly stated what he meant.

"Listen. Ta Ka ...... "The fat goblin sticks out his tongue and licks the flesh between his teeth. Then he sucked on his shiny fingers, and then said, "The taka I know is a cautious hunter, and he has recently lost his tongue and has been scratched three slanting and deep wounds on his face. You're also called Taka, and that's fine, but you're taking the ticket for the Taka, who has no tongue and a wound on his face. What you don't know is that Taka is the one who works for me, so you are now my person. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say. Fatty?" Siegel didn't find this paragraph in Taka's memory at all, but it was not good to directly deny the fat man's claim. So he snorted coldly, thinking that he was a vicious pirate, maybe he would be able to "die" a few fewer times.

The fat goblin didn't care at all about the fat man's title, he blinked, and then said, "Do you know what a version update is, hillbilly? That is, there is a more agile, more vicious, more intelligent, and the key is that the luckier Taka replaces the previous one, which is the upgrade update." You can sit in the same compartment as me, it has nothing to do with your ticket, your gun. It's just that I want to know the features of the new version. So either you satisfy my curiosity or get into the car behind you. And then the chrysanthemum was blown up by twelve strong goblins!"

"Your life is in my hands, fatty. Siegel slapped the musket and said viciously, "You haven't forgotten that, have you?"

"Ah, I almost forgot. The fat man struggled to twist his body, took out a pure white soft "plastic" box from the back of the creaking chair, and carefully opened it. Six large snails were lying on their tender green leaves, their tentacles shaking and shrinking into their shells by the cold outside.

"You see, Taka, the snail thinks that when he has a shell, he has protection, and when he has leaves, he has happiness. They are so short-sighted that they don't know who is in control of everything. The fat goblin picked up a snail between his two fingers, put it to his mouth, sucked it hard, and chewed it. "The gun in your hand is nothing more than a snail's shell, useless in the face of real power. You see, the shell is still there, but the snail is gone. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Siegel took out his musket and aimed it at the fat goblin's head, then threatened, "This gun only has six bullets in it, it won't guarantee the elimination of all your bodyguards, but it's enough to break your head." ”

"Hey, listen, you impulsive idiot. This was supposed to be done by Taka, but who told you to get on this train? It's your luck, don't squander it. The fat goblin said, "Killing an adult bear will only make you nine thousand dollars, but a kind of prey is worth sixty times that of a bear." ”

"Half a million?" Siegel deliberately looked greedy.

"Yes. The fat goblin laughed, "Do you know a stocky creature called Zof? bearded and dressed in steel armor, just like our uncivilized ancestors. ”

This description only matched the dwarf, and Siegel immediately pricked up his ears. However, he thought about it, he was just a goblin in the deep mountains and old forests, and his knowledge was limited, so he put on a curious expression: "I haven't heard of it, what's the use of Zhuofu?"

"To make a potion of youth, of course. The fat goblin said: "One Zhuofu can top three hundred units of materials, which is naturally worth that price." I happen to know the approximate location of a few of Dolf's hiding, just around the corner. I'm smart but not good at snow tracking. Would you like to join in and go on a hunt?"

"How much?" Siegel asked, putting the gun away.

"Ten thousand. ”

The final result of the negotiations was 25,000. Because if Zov wants to be valuable, he must be alive, and the more alive he is, the better. Siegel says he's good at tracking in the snow and ice, and he can take the lead. "If you want to shoot me in the back, just try. Siegel threatened, "I promise you won't get out of this snowy field." ”

Siegel didn't know how to track them at all, but it wasn't that difficult to find a dwarf with the help of locating. A group of seven people - the fat goblin and his four remaining bodyguards - left the car - left the forest road and headed deep into the mountains.

Through knocking on the ground along the way, Siegel finally figured out what happened. When the dwarves entered this world, they did not immediately go to war, but built fortresses in an attempt to trade with goblins. Goblins dealing with dwarves are the weakest of all goblin kingdoms, and are not eligible to add stripes or stars to their banners. They also maintain a primitive cult that fire-breathing dragons once ruled the world.

Later, "a big star" discovered the group of dwarves and began to investigate. They found that these "doffs" had an extremely long lifespan, making them ideal for refining elixirs of youth. So they tried to capture the creatures with anesthetic fumes. The dwarves were very resistant to toxins and diseases, and most of the anesthetics did not work, and war broke out.

Most of the dwarves were killed, many were captured, and some escaped. They hid in burrows in the ground and used the tunnels they had dug up to run into the mountains. The goblins didn't bother to find them at first, after all, they initially thought that if they could pass through the amethyst, they would be able to access a world full of "dolf". But the goblins tried their best but couldn't find the key to open the door.

"Scientists" believe that the only way to unlock the door is to use the enormous energy to stimulate until a spatial oscillation is generated. So the goblins attack with nuclear bombs while looking for the Zove who is hiding.

The goblins generously told Siegel about these things, without any reservations, as if they did not want to leave a living mouth after the deed. Siegel listened with a smile as he experimented with himself. The body structure of these goblins is no different from that of the goblins of their own world, and even more emaciated. Except for the guns in their hands, they are not difficult to deal with.

Toxins, illnesses, and fatigue can work as usual, and these people don't have the slightest sense of magic. Fire, ice, acid, and lightning, the goblins have no resistance. They will also be afraid, they will tremble, they will be petrified, they will be taken away from their souls. One day after the dwarves, except for Siegel, the other six goblins continued to change their tricks and die, until the last two goblins endured a severe cold and turned their guns on Siegel.

"You're all doing it, aren't you?" The goblin's teeth and fingers trembled, and his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, trying to cover the light outside. But it was carefully clear that if you closed your eyes, you would really die.

"Taka" sat in front of the two of them with a big grin, and said calmly, "I did it, I poisoned your food. If you two beg for mercy now, and listen to me at a later time, then you will be able to live and be paid well. ”

"Give us the antidote, or we'll die!" roared the goblin.

"You pointed a gun at me, and then I prepared the medicine for you, do you dare to take it?" Siegel snorted, "The only way you can survive is to make a promise to me and carry it out." Only then will your lives be of value to me, and I will have the need to save you. ”

"you! you!" the two goblins shot at the same time.

Siegel fell to the ground, black blood spreading across the white snow. The two goblins with a high fever knew that their lives were short, so they stepped forward together and smashed Taka's head with the butts of their guns until they were done venting their anger and the dead goblins were reduced to pieces.

What was shattered was nothing more than a realistic illusion, which was still one of Siegel's experiments. Goblins' senses are very easily deceiving, and their senses of sight, hearing, smell, and touch are all highly susceptible to superficial information, which is still an area that can be exploited.

Another illusion of Taka was created by a spell, and Siegel said calmly, "Two, can you tell me why you don't want to exchange a pledge for life? ”

The two goblins rubbed their eyes vigorously, as if in disbelief. One of the goblins said, "Sure, what kind of bullshit is that? You're just trying to play tricks on us, and the promises you say are deception." Die, die!"

The two goblins fired again, emptying their magazines and replacing them again. Of course, it was impossible for a bullet to hurt the illusion in the slightest, so the illusion looked at them with a cold gaze. Even so, the goblins did not stop attacking, they did not seem to fear death, and did not value the lives of others or their own. As long as there is a conflict, it seems that there is only one way to die.

Kill them all! Kill the grass and eradicate the roots! Die to death! The two goblins were full of angry thinking signals in their heads. The noise of firing, the smoke of gunpowder, and the smell of blood were like stimulants, causing the goblins to burst into an astonishing vitality.

Siegel snapped their necks from behind. If this kind of anger is prevalent among the goblins, then peace will always be in the past. (To be continued.) )