"Klimas, win!"

As Magrinus's head fell to the ground, the referee in charge of the sparring also declared Klimas victorious.

"Fucking shit luck, if it weren't for the head of the regiment chatting with Magirinus to get his attention, you could have won this shit luck?"

"You brute, don't you see people? I'm going to screw your head off! ”

After the victory, Klimas spun around sharply, and then accelerated instantly, cursing in his mouth, and kicked at the nemesis who had been taunting him from the beginning.

But the next moment, his attack was nimbly dodged by the opponent, and he drew his knife and decapitated him.

"Haha! You still want to go against me!? ”

Now, there was another head on the ground.

At a celebration banquet, there were two more headless bodies on the ground, and the owners of the bodies were the knights of the Iron Horse Super Heavy Cavalry who had slaughtered the goblins without injury.

But at this moment, whether it was the knights of the cavalry team or the warriors of the horse-legged tribe, they were not affected by this bloody scene, but their emotions were even higher.

But it wasn't the so-called 'bloodthirsty', in their eyes, there was both a strong fighting spirit, an appreciation for the previous battles, and a mockery of their friends who were lying on the ground, their heads and bodies separated.

This kind of thing seems normal to them.

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On the ground, the two heads that happened to fall face to face opened and closed their mouths, looked at each other, and scolded. Their heads were then picked up and pressed back to their necks.

Whether it is the severed head or the headless neck, the blood in the wounds in these parts has long ceased to flow, and there are no cervical vertebrae and organs visible on the surface of the incision, only densely packed and wriggling flesh buds.

As the head returned to the neck, the wriggling flesh buds below the head and above the neck were instantly connected and entangled at this moment.

Then, in less than ten seconds, the two Knights reappeared at the celebration dinner.

Knights, to be precise, warriors, are different from ordinary people.

Ordinary people need to find a doctor to get their heads cut off and rely on special equipment to get them back in, but the warriors don't.

The night ended with such a battle and the singing and dancing of the knights and villagers, and Marin and his troops spent the night here before they left the tribe and returned to Marin's castle the next day.

Following.

Marin opened his eyes from the large fluffy bed in Zhang's house in the village of Sisitre, and he sat up from the bed and began to get dressed.

Beside him was Pastopia, the head of the village of Sisitre, who was still sleeping.

This is a plump woman, very plump, anyway, it is definitely not in line with Wu Yun's aesthetics. It is true that she does have a beautiful face, although her body is a little plump, but her face is not fat at all.

This kind of figure has a special name on some websites, called 'BBW', of course, Wu Yun must not know what this abbreviation means, he is a very pure man, and he doesn't know anything about it.

Not long after Marin got up, Pastopia also got up from the bed, she sat on the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt, and looked at Marin, who had gotten out of bed and started to dress.

Noticing Pastopia's gaze, Marin also stopped his movements and looked at Pastopia. The two looked at each other and smiled.

So the time came to ten o'clock in the morning, and Marin, who had not eaten breakfast, rode his horse and led the team to his castle.

Last night, the message to New Pompeii had already been answered by the Governor of New Pompeii.

He's going to send the relevant investigators over to investigate the matter reported by Marin about the 'Goblins who gave birth to higher intelligence and established an industrial system'.

Marin is looking forward to this, because once this matter is officially confirmed, then he will be able to make a small profit.

So, Ma Lin, who led the team back to his castle Majiabao, was full of expectations.

And just when he led the team back to Majiabao, there was a huge prismatic metal hanging in front of the door of his castle.

As a former city dweller, Marin naturally wouldn't be like the children in the village next to his castle who had never seen the world and feel around the suspended prismatic metal with a shocked face, he had seen the world.

He'd never seen it before, but he at least knew what it was.

"What the fuck are you doing around this car!" Marin looked at a group of children surrounding prismatic metal and shouted, "If I start it later, I will burn it for you, and you will feel good!" ”

"It's not a vehicle, Mr. Marin."

A young female voice came from above Marin, and he looked up to see a pair of brown leather boots and a dark gray robe that wrapped his body tightly.

This is a more popular dress in the Great Dark Empire today, and it pays attention to a 'vintage'. People from the Byzantine culture wore toga, people from the Bactria culture wore various brocade shirts, and the Americans wore ......

forehead, leather jeans, moxicanga with a barbed collar.

"Can you come down and talk?"

Marin looked at the feet on his head, "Would it be nice for me to look at you like this?" ”

The gray-robed man did not respond to Marin with words, and she floated off the top of Marin's head, hovering in front of him.

"I'm Roya from the New Pompeii City Security Investigation Agency, and I greet you, Mr. Marin."

"Please call me Baron Marin." Marin straightened his chest in a very stinky way and corrected.

"First of all, the so-called 'baron' is just an honorary title, and you don't actually have any privileges. Secondly, I don't think you need to dwell on this kind of thing, Lord Marin, it seems that now is the time to get down to business. The female arcane monk spoke again, her voice still flat.

"Of course, whatever you want." Marin waved his hand, "Then please enter the fortress with me, I will explain the situation to you in detail, and if you need to go to the site to check, I will have someone take you there." ”

"Good."

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"That's pretty much it, do you need me to have someone take you to the scene? The goblin corpses are still there, and some of them are still in good condition, so maybe you can dig up some information from their heads. ”

In the parlor of Marin's mansion, Marin sat with the Mystical Monk from Cree City and told her what she had seen and heard in the village of Sicitl and in the Goblin Valley.

The nun didn't speak the whole time, just quietly listened to Marin's narration, and at the same time cooperated with the real-time pictures provided by the warriors in the knights and Marin himself, constantly slowing down, pausing, zooming in, and reversing on the light screen in front of her, looking at the goblins in the picture.

Today is still two watches

(End of chapter)