The Dark Knights, who participated in the first battle of the Gosa, quickly became important figures in the Black Moon Knights of the Gosar Dynasty, and the Black Moon Knights were the last bulwark to maintain the rule of the Gosar Dynasty during the days when the mages fled the Gosarian dungeons.

On that day, the Holy Knights launched the fiercest offensive since the war. Goblin villages and little devil lairs around Gosa's Dungeon, as well as many ordinary graveyards where ghosts roam, have been wiped out. Through the smoke billowing all around, the head of the Holy Knights led the elite knights beside him, leaving behind the Black Moon Knights who were entangled with other holy knights, and galloped towards the palace in the dungeon of Gosa, in front of the palace, the dark knight Salas, who led a group of mercenaries, determined to defend the throne of the largest dungeon on the continent at any cost.

Whatever the cost, in fact, it is definitely not the mercenary's wish to confront the elite forces of the Holy Knights so quickly, except for the Dark Knights, of course, who charge the front line. Luckily, he happened to move in front of the palace, and luckily happened to encounter a surprise attack by the Holy Knights, and even more fortunately, the Dark Knight came face to face with the strongest person on the other side, the head of the Holy Knights at the time.

The leader of the Holy Knight could never have imagined that the Dark Knight in front of him, dressed in tattered black armor and masked with his face, would be his predecessor many years ago, but the Dark Knight's eyes were immediately drawn to the rose mark on the opponent's breastplate surrounded by a circle of four-leaf clover. Once upon a time, the armor with the same markings on Salas's body was not buried with its owner, which also meant that the Dark Knight had been wearing these tattered black armors bought from the Dungeon Armor Shop since he woke up.

However, now is not the time to remember the glorious history of his life. Knowing this, the Dark Knight drew his sword from his side as he used his shield to push his opponent's spear out of reach of his body.

The duel between the two generations of Holy Knights Captains, who have been separated by nearly three hundred years, has officially begun. The moment when the thunder flashed in the sky. The weapons of both sides have collided dozens of times. It's clear that the Dark Knight has the upper hand. After the spear in the current regimental commander's hand was knocked off, the sword was also broken by the sword that Salas had in his hand that accompanied him into the grave and followed him back to life; The armor on both sides was clearly different: the well-crafted steel armor on the current leader was not damaged in the slightest, while the black armor on Salas's body was so tattered that several ribs were indecently exposed on the dark knight's chest.

Like a mouse pulling a tortoise, the Dark Knight felt like he was almost helpless against the armor on his opponent's body, and the head of the Holy Knight on the other side, with the protection of the armor on his body, unhurriedly reached for the chain hammer hanging from the back of the saddle. Just as the Dark Knight Salas felt that the air was about to freeze, he suddenly noticed a crazy light flashing in the other party's eyes. It's not the first time I've seen this magic in my mind, and the Dark Knight has this term in his heart.

Sure enough, the current leader of the regiment who took out the chain hammer was like a blindfolded rabbit, and he couldn't find the direction of his opponent at all, and the result was naturally like a rabbit that had crashed into a tree stump. The chain hammer that smashed the shield on the hand of the Dark Knight who deliberately sent it to the door, and then slid towards his own door, announced that the Holy Knights would not be able to pose any threat to the Gosars again until a successor was chosen.

The Dark Knight, who had won such a laughable victory on the battlefield for the first time, stripped the current head of the Holy Knight on earth from the body of the current head of the Holy Knight on the ground, and raised his head to try to find the source of the charm that killed the current head of the clan from the crowd celebrating the victory.

All he saw was a lonely back with a huge scythe on his shoulder, black wings tightly wrapped around his body, and a pair of pointed ears that clearly belonged to a demon.

The long hiss of the skeleton Mataxis brought the Dark Knight's mind back to reality from five years ago.

A short, thin figure was cautiously trying to avoid the human skeletons scattered on the ground as it approached the Dark Knight.

Goblins, if it weren't for the goblins who fled frantically because they broke the cup that the demon Amtils loved, the Dark Knight after the defeat of the Second Gosar Defense War would still be wandering blindly on the continent until he once again found a battlefield against the human knights!

Although there are no ghosts to be seen. But being harassed by naughty ghosts, no living creature or dead thing on the continent would treat it as a pleasure, and goblins were no exception.

Hurriedly, but slowly, approaching the Goblinsette beside the Dark Knight Salas. In a tone of clarity rarely seen in his life, the Demon Amtils' request for an emergency meeting was announced to the Dark Knight. Sarath was more interested in the embarrassed look on the goblin's face than in a meeting.

"There is no doubt that the Dungeon Master has made another request to this poor goblin that is beyond the goblin's capabilities. With this in mind, the Dark Knight overheard the goblin's encounter with the demon asking him to "buy" a little lamp oil back into the dungeon out of nothing.

So in the shortest possible time. The goblin leaves the Cavern with a few silver coins that the Dark Knight has "generously" lent and begins to make his way into the city, and the Dark Knight Salas, who easily dismisses Seth who ran to the grave to complain, decides to sleep again.

"Anyway, there's no way the archmage can come back so quickly. Did you say yes, Taxis?"

There was no answer in the darkness, and the cave fell silent again.

Although the afterglow of the sun has not yet dissipated, the streets of Thor's city have long been dyed a warm orange by the lights of each house. At the end of the street, the town's namesake mountain range a little outside the city, the inn called "The Last Home" is also the center of the city's popularity, and the atmosphere there does not subside until at least one o'clock in the morning, and on festivals or celebrations, the hustle and bustle lasts until two or three o'clock or even all night.

The Goblinsette quietly opened the door of the inn just as the attention of the people was drawn to the dinner on the table and the busty hostesses.

On the continent of Vesta. The days when the dark forces were raging have long since faded into oblivion by the forgetful humanity. Although occasionally there are gray-haired old men who, after dinner, boredly repeat in front of their children and grandchildren the stories about the Skeleton Knights that have been handed down from their ancestors and do not know how many times. Or the story of a necromancer, but the younger generations who are busy pursuing their lives never take it seriously. Stories are just stories. That's all, not to mention the protection of the powerful Holy Knights nearby, their encirclement and suppression of those evil creatures a few years ago, although at the cost of the life of the leader at the time, finally returned triumphantly, didn't it?

After all, the war of a few years ago had not affected the human or other good races, but the people of the city believed that they had every right to make up for the losses they had suffered from the trade with the stupid races that were already in the evil camp. This is why several races, including goblins or dark dwarves, remain unpopular with elves or centaurs. The reason why they are able to come and go freely in human towns.

In fact, as one might think, goblins do have enough capital to be considered a stupid race, as evidenced by their sluggish movements and slow reactions, and Seth, who fully demonstrates the racial characteristics of goblins in both his movements and reactions, is the first-class specimen material. Normal humans, or most other races, could have done it in two days, and the journey from dungeon to city was a three-day run through the mountains before he barely made it to Thor City at sunset, only to miss the opening hours of the grocery store that sold lamp oil.

Realizing that he had to stay in the city for an extra night in order to procure the lamp oil requested by the Dungeon Master and Demon Amtils, the Goblin decided to go on another mission into the city first: to find Archmage Aqiman, who had taken off the demon's magic earrings and arrived in the city.

Angry, and at the same time thinking about the magic earring that no longer belonged to him, the demon Amtils. When giving orders to the goblins, it was indeed assumed that the archmage should be in the middle of the magic shop in Thor, selling his earrings. Although it was true that the archmage was busy haggling with the owner of the magic shop pù at the time, the demon completely ignored the fact that the goblins could not have the magic of long-distance movement like him or Aqiman, nor could they have the skeleton Mataxis like the Dark Knight, so it was absolutely impossible for the goblins to find the archmage in the city's magic shop pù when they arrived in Thor after a three-day long journey.

Luckily for you. The magic shop, Pù, which had been open for a long time to accommodate the preferences of the various mages, had not finished the day's business when the goblins stumbled through the door, and the kind shopkeeper even provided the goblins with the whereabouts of Archmage Aqiman:

"The black-robed mage who killed a thousand swords, this time only needs to be until the final return to the hotel. You can definitely find his evil figure. May Foyth drive away all his gambling fortune and crush him to death with the gold he swindled from me with that bastard's illusion!"

Unable to grasp the meaning of the name of the innkeeper's name of the god of magic, Syth drove his tired feet to the door of the inn, where he was trying his best to interpret the meaning of the word. And the moment he opened the curtain, he saw Archmage Aqiman.

The crumpled black robe was curled up and tossed on the oil-soaked tabletop, and the Trist Staff lay quietly on the black robe with its soft glow, while the owner of the black robe and staff stared intently at the two playing cards in their hands.

Except for the group that was fighting at the table. Almost all the people in the hotel noticed the goblins outside the door, and they reacted almost the same: ignore them.

Unlike the Goblin Race, who bring beautiful flowers and tough wooden utensils every time they enter the city, the goods they carry are not as valuable as the elaborate jewelry or stone carvings brought by the Dark Dwarves, and even most of the goblins' brains are still stuck in the barter era. Merchants who can't make a good profit from the goblins are naturally reluctant to pay attention to these stupid little creatures, except for the innkeeper. The owner of the final inn insisted on the attitude that no matter what race or position, the guest was the guest, and greeted almost every guest with the sound of coins clattering in his pocket, and the goblins who could be served with a few inferior drinks and food and would pay the standard price marked on the menu were no exception.

Tonight, however, the innkeeper paid no heed to the dusty goblin who had just walked through the door, for the archmage who had spent the last three days on the wine table of the inn, and who had generously thrown out a handful of copper coins every day for the consumption of the hostesses, was a guest who needed more hospitality. So when Seth walked towards Akiman, who was addicted to Blackjack's game, and quietly tugged at the mage's clothes, the innkeeper couldn't help but feel a little strange: he had no idea that the ragged goblin would be a mage's friend or something like that.

The mage, who had just thrown the playing cards in his hand onto the table and swept a pile of silver coins into his pocket, was not at all surprised, as if he had expected Seth to come here to look for him. Ignoring the goblin's cries as he tried to break through the cacophony of the hotel, Akiman continued his game until the goblin's hoarse throat was almost completely unable to make a sound, and then in a slightly apprehensive voice, he ordered the waitress beside him to prepare a meal and bring it to his room upstairs. Then the archmage walked to the staircase on his own, leaving Seth, who was already a little languished, to tidy up the mage's black robe and Trist staff in the eyes of everyone, and then slowly followed the mage's footsteps to the upstairs room.

Goblins who serve as handymen are not uncommon, but goblins who dare to touch a mage's staff are enough to become the center of attention for ordinary people, after all, no one knows if any of them have magic such as transfiguration or teleportation attached to them. And the guests who eventually returned to the inn would not know that the staff that the goblin now held in his hand looked like a twisted wooden stick was the Trist staff, and it was impossible for this staff to have these low-level magic attached to it, and there was no need to attach any magic to it, and not too many mages dared to reach for it.

Trist's staff is not one of those orthodox, systematically documented staffs on the Archmage's Tower, nor is it an object that those staff can compare. In the eyes of many mages, the Staff of Trist is as seductive and charming as the staff of a legendary Pharises, but also extremely dangerous and evil. The Staff of Trist is the legendary Staff that can control the soul of almost any living being.

The appearance of the Trist staff resembles a twisted wooden stick, and the tip of the stick seems to have been cut down to form the shape of a skeleton, and the two eyes of this skeleton are inlaid with red and blue gems. When he first found the staff from beneath the ruins of the legendary Gosa's dungeon, Aqiman did cast all sorts of touch-proof spells on it, but it wasn't long before he discovered that doing so was nothing more than a superfluous waste of his own mana: almost no normal mage would dare to approach the rumored staff capable of draining the souls of living beings. (To be continued......)