When the New Year's celebration passes, the coldest winter has passed, and before you know it, spring has arrived.

As if overnight, green shoots of tender grass have emerged on the land of the maple leaf danlin, and those trendy girls have thrown away their thick robes and can't wait to change into beautiful spring clothes.

Although another squadron of mages had already joined the flight training, the topic of Elena, the Empress of Ice and Fire, had not cooled down, but was getting hotter and hotter.

Every time the war fortress passed overhead, the idle boys howled even harder at the sky.

In short, this is the time when the people of Maple Leaf Danlin are enjoying a peaceful and prosperous life.

But if we take our eyes off here, we will cross the fertile land in the middle of the 1137 Chapter 1137 Goblin 007 (Ask for a Monthly Pass) on the mainland, sweep past the countless bustling cities, fly over the vast black forest, and finally project into the snow-capped mountains thousands of miles away. You will find that this place and the maple leaf danlin are two completely different worlds.

At this time, in this rolling northern mountain range, the coldest days of the year have not yet passed, the north wind howls and the wind and snow are raging. Ice cubes are frozen as hard as iron.

The whole land was still silent. There is no sign of recovery.

But it was when the bears hibernate that the city of barbarians, hidden deep in the mountains, was bustling with activity.

Tens of thousands of barbarian laborers toiled under the whip of the overseers to expand this fledgling city.

There were black heads everywhere, and the crowd covered the icy ground like ants.

They braved the cold, wind and snow, shouted trumpets, and worked desperately. From time to time, there was a crisp whip mixed with screams from the wind.

Although the temperature here is still below freezing, the barbarians are all tired and sweating. In the distance, a stinking, white mist could be seen rising from them.

Under the ruthless supervision of the overseers of Chapter 1137 Goblin 007 (Asking for a Monthly Pass), the barbarians were squeezed out of every ounce of potential in their bodies, but they could only endure bitterly. He looked numb and buried himself in his work. Ignoring the corpses on both sides of the road that had not yet had time to be disposed of.

They know very well that only death can free them from this boundless suffering.

On the edge of a humble shack at a crossroads in the middle of the city, the goblin silverlight tightened his shabby animal fur and looked up sadly at a forty-five degree angle at the lead-gray sky. My heart is extremely nostalgic for my home in Ruman.

It's not big, there's only a yard to enter, but it's not too hot in the summer and not too cold in the winter. I can eat three full meals there every day.

"It's been so long, that old boy from Shajin should have sent someone to look for me, right?" Yinguang secretly calculated the days in his heart, and muttered softly, "But who knows?"

Goblins know that their most terrible enemies are not humans who discriminate against them. It's their own kind, especially their fellow countrymen, who are the ones they don't rely on.

'When the fellow sees the fellow, put a shot in the back. This is the most famous proverb of the goblins.

"Woo~!" A cold wind blew, mixed with sand and snow particles and smashed on the silver face, and there was a burst of pain.

Silverlight sneezed heavily, then wrung a handful of snot vigorously.

He raised his hand and glanced at it with a sense of accomplishment. muttered: "Uncle Yinguang is really a genius, he can even twist a handful of snot so much." ”

Then he shook it hard and threw it away. Finally, he wiped his hand on his body.

At this moment, he heard the sound of wheels in front of him, and the goblin couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly looked up.

In the misty mist, a group of barbarians pushed several carts and passed by the path in front of the goblins.

The dry axle squeaks and makes a squeaky sound, and it feels like a toothache when you hear it.

The few savages pushing the cart looked lifeless, their faces frostbitten by the cold wind had no expression, and they worked without saying a word with their heads bowed like a machine.

Everywhere these board cars go. The surrounding barbarians dodged in fear, as far away from the vehicle as possible, and even the overseer spat on the ground, scolding: "Bad luck ......"

The car was full of corpses, some frozen to death, and some from exhaustion. There are those who die of illness.

The stiff corpses were stacked like dry wood.

Due to the harsh conditions and the intensity of labor, dozens or hundreds of people die in Odenheim every day.

Although they were born in battle, the barbarians who died in battle were accustomed to seeing corpses, and even regarded death as glory. You can cross the World Tree and return to the arms of Lord Rohan, and then eat barbecue, dance, and drink mead by the fire every day......

But what frightened them was that the bodies were not sent for burial, but in the temple of the city, and it was not known what they were used for, and no one had ever seen them come out anyway. It's like a boundless black hole that swallows them all.

There is a legend among the barbarian laborers that these dead have all been refined into ghosts and ghosts by the terrifying man in black inside.

For savages, this is something more terrible than death. Because, if the soul cannot return to Valhalla after death, then there will be no peace for eternity.

Unlike the barbarians, the goblin silverlight saw the vehicle transporting the corpse, and his yellow eyes like beans suddenly lit up, and his face showed a "goblin smile", that is, only a slit of his eyes was narrowed, and a smirk on his face was immovable. Rubbing his hands together under the filthy leather robe.

"There's business coming to the door again~!" said to Yinguang happily to herself. But then he leaned very leisurely towards the wooden shed behind him, pretending not to care.

The barbarian who walked at the back of the caravan first glanced at the goblin, then looked around vigilantly, and quietly fell behind while the people were unprepared, and finally slipped into the wooden shed beside the goblin like a gray mouse.

Then the barbarian pressed his hands tightly against the corner, as if there was some treasure hidden there, and looked out anxiously.

Soon, the goblin's silver body appeared in front of him like a ball.

The barbarian jumped over in one step, squatted on the ground and pressed the goblin's shoulder, shook it back and forth vigorously, and said anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry, I don't have much time." ”

"Baturu, you. What's the hurry?" Yinguang felt that he was about to be shaken apart by the barbarians, and cursed in his heart: "Vulgar barbarians. ”

He slapped the savage's hands away, tilted his neck, and made the usual carved face of pawnshop owners. "What are the goods today?" Let me see them first?" The barbarian grinned innocently, and then said, "Yes, yes." It's all good. ”

Then he pulled off a few layers of fur, took out a package from his close place, revealed his mutilated big yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there was a dead ghost hiding something good today." ”

The goblin snatched the package and opened it impatiently, only to see a few small pieces of pitiful gold in the middle. Lying quietly was a finger-sized demonic crystal.

Silver Light glanced at the barbarian with disdain, then gently picked up the crystal with two fingers, and shone it into the empty space, and then grinned, smiled with satisfaction, and muttered, "I really don't know how this dead ghost hid things until now." ”

It turned out that these things were all stripped from the dead people, and every dead person in the corpse collection team had to be carefully examined aside, and there were often unexpected gains.

The barbarian knelt on the ground. The ugly big face showed a pitiful expression, like a migrant worker who asked the contractor for wages during the New Year, accompanied by caution. He whispered, "You've seen it too, Yinguang, you give me a word." ”

The goblin rewrapped the package, stuffed it into his arms, and under the eyes of the barbarian, took out two pieces of dried meat the size of a palm from his clothes, threw them to the barbarian, and said contemptuously like a flower child: "Take it." ”

The barbarian stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the jerky. Without saying a word, he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, and the hard, stone-like dry meat made a rattling sound in his mouth.

The barbarian had an intoxicated expression on his face, and said vaguely, "Only two pieces, today is less than yesterday." ”

Silver Light glanced at him with disgust, and said, "Are you not satisfied? Do you want me to talk to you with someone else?"

The barbarian was immediately frightened. Huck, that's the biggest man in the black robe. And everything that has anything to do with the black-robed people is extremely terrifying for these barbarians.

He shook his head in alarm. said: "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

"It's good to know. Silver Light brushed the dirt from his nails, and said indifferently: "The latest news from NASDAQ, gold has depreciated, and today it is still for the sake of you to have a magic crystal." ”

"Yes, yes," the barbarian licked the corners of his mouth, resignedly.

He also knew that in the hell of Odenheim, the so-called gold and silver, including crystal herbs, were not as important as a piece of meat.

When you are dying of starvation, only food can save your life.

The barbarian wrapped the remaining small piece of cured meat in the innermost layer of the fur, pulled the rotten fur hat on his head, and said respectfully: "So, this time tomorrow as usual?"

Goblin Silverlight nodded haughtily like a banker, then waved impatiently for him to walk away.

The barbarian bent down and sprang out, taking advantage of the cover of the wind and snow, catching up with his own group and nodding to his long-awaited companions.

Goblin Silver smiled and flipped the package in his hand, looked at their small movements, and said to himself proudly: "This is the survival philosophy of goblins. ”

Where there are goblins, there is a black market, and where there is a black market, there are also goblins, which is the innate instinct of goblins.

Otherwise, with the virtue of the goblins, who are thin and small, who do not lift their hands and shoulders, and who cannot do any work, they would have been extinct 10 million years earlier.

Despite the harsh conditions, the goblin Silverlight relied on his nature to run and completely monopolize the black market in Oldheim - after all, with the brains of the barbarians, they had no idea what the black market was.

Goblin Silverlight's keen mind soon developed this untapped market.

Those who can get their hands on small things by virtue of their positions become goblin customers.

They all know that that damn goblin has good things in your hands, as long as you have good things in your hands to change.

But that damn goblin's asking price is too ruthless, and the Shanghai Stock Exchange has collapsed, the Nasdaq has dived, and Japan's real estate is weak.

One piece of red gold can be exchanged for a brown cake today, and the next day it will only be worth a handful of oats.

When it comes to goblins, they all hate the itchy roots of their teeth. But they can't do without the black market of goblins. Because once they left the goblins, let alone oats, they couldn't even get a handful of chaff.

There were also followers who tried to steal the goblin business, but the daring guy was thrown from the mountain that night.

"It's been a week. Silver smiled triumphantly. I couldn't help but hum a small tune, and secretly laughed at the stupid barbarian in my heart.

If you want to be on the black market, without the support of the officials, you will only be ruthlessly swallowed by others.

And behind the goblin is the cunning Huck.

"Hmm, what's that?" At this moment, although through the heavy wind and snow in the sky, the goblin's eyes caught a glimpse of an ominous black shadow in the sky.

The silver light ducked into an unnoticed corner and widened its eyes as it watched as a huge black shadow slowly descended from the sky.

Through the wind and snow. Its figure became clearer and clearer, with a standard triangular appearance, a black appearance, and a huge body gradually slowing down.

"Hiss~!" Goblin Silver Light gasped and shouted in surprise: "War Fortress~!"

Of course, Yinguang would not think that this was a human war fortress, and a qiē feature on it indicated that it was a war fortress of the undead clan.

Although I don't know how it crossed the ocean and crossed tens of thousands of miles to get here. But this shows that the people from the demon clan have already contacted the dark mages of Odenheim.

The fortress of war slowly landed on the square in front of the temple. Despite the heavy wind and snow, the goblins saw several black figures emerge from the war fortress and enter the temple.

"Oh no......" Silver Light imagined without a strategic mind that the enemy would make a big move.

The goblin touched his pointed chin and muttered to himself, "The situation is urgent, and the news must be spread as far as possible." ”

Silverlight made up his mind, and walked quickly back to the warehouse where he lived, first looked left and right, then carefully topped the door from the inside, walked quickly to the corner, and pried open a stone. He threw the package in his arms into the pit he had dug underneath.

This is the silvery safe, filled with crystals, gems and precious metals.

"But what should be done?" Silverlight looked at his harvest and secretly worried, except for those ordered by the dark mage, no one could step out of Oldheim, and no outsiders could sneak in, this place was completely a cage.

"There is no chance. Just give yourself a chance to create a zào. Yinguang remembered what Lord Lorraine said on the first day of training at the venture capital firm.

"Bang~!" At this time, there was a strong slamming sound outside.

The entire wooden door was shaking violently, and there was a danger of falling at any moment.

"You damn goblin, get out of here~!" came Huck's impatient voice outside the door.

Yinguang hurriedly covered the stone back, clapped his hands and said, "It's coming, it's coming." ”

Just opened the latch, and before Silverlight could open the door, the door was kicked open by Huck with a bang, and the goblin Silverlight fell to the ground.

Huck snarled angrily at the goblin with his fists clenched, "Bastard, what are you doing behind closed doors?"

A foul smell of foaming stars came to his face, Yinguang couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, got up from the ground, performed a noble etiquette, and said respectfully: "I'm taking stock of your harvest, my honorable Excellency." ”

Huck smiled satisfactorily, sat down with a big grin, pinched his handkerchief and wiped his nose loudly, posed as a big man, and said, "What good things did you receive today?"

The goblin looked at the open door and whispered, "My lord, your wealth is not exposed. ”

Huck couldn't help but snap his head on the shoulder, slapping the goblin on the shoulder and exclaiming, "You bastards are going to be funny." I like it though. Hahahaha......"

He turned around and tried to close the door, but hesitated, and then strode into the room, which was said to be done by the men. Uncle Huck is also a nobleman, how can he do such a vulgar thing.

Silver Light smiled, then walked over and closed the door, bent down to Huck's ear, and said mysteriously, "My lord, I found a great thing today." ”

Huck's eyes widened instantly, and greed and eagerness were evident on his face.

To Huck, if a goblin says it's a good thing, then it must be a good thing.

In order to gain Huck's trust, Silverlight sent him a lot of rare treasures, and Huck also borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, sent them to the dark mage, and also received a lot of compliments, making him more domineering in Oldheim, and he also looked at the goblins more and more differently.

The goblin walked back into the clutter, pulled out an inconspicuous copper bottle from a pair of messy things, held it in his arms, and brought it to Huck.

"This is the treasure you are talking about?" Hada sneered, although the copper bottle was a product of Ruman, it was not yet a rare Cheng dù.

With a deep smile in the silver light, he slowly unscrewed the mouth of the bottle, and a fragrance unique to high wine wafted out.

Huck's expression changed instantly, as if he had lost his soul, his flat nose shrugged, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a daze: "This is, wine~!"

Huck jumped up and snatched the bottle from the goblin, pushing the goblin to the ground, clutching the bottle and pouring it into his mouth.

Alcohol, especially high spirits, is something that can drive barbarians mad, and they don't even want their lives for a sip of wine.

In the early years, there was still an occasional flow of wine into the territory of the barbarians, but because of the strict blockade and embargo, coupled with the difficulty of transportation, no one was willing to sell wine to the barbarians, and the smugglers preferred the convenient salt.

Looking at Huck's frantic drinking, although the goblin had no expression on his face, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his eyes, and said secretly in his heart: Drink, drink and talk to me obediently. I've saved this bottled wine for today, just for today.

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