Sucking the last bit of red melon pulp into his mouth, Locke touched his swollen belly with satisfaction.

On the other side, the magician Ashar, who was not close to outsiders, was also leaning on the wooden chair, with a touch of red juice remaining at the corner of his mouth, and a few black melon seeds sticking to it, completely lacking the temperament that a formal magician should have.

"I didn't expect that the blood of this watermelon man was injected into ordinary watermelons, and it could also have the effect of catalyzing. Locke was still unfinished, his eyes secretly looked at the magician Ashar, this magician had a lazy appearance, which was rarely seen in normal times.

Without answering Locke's words, Ashar stretched out his white tender fingers and snapped his fingers lightly, and the filth on his face disappeared instantly after eating.

"Try something else next time. Licking her lips, Ashar's eyes flashed with malice.

Locke shrugged, neither for nor against, and outside the treehouse, less than a dozen meters away from them, the body of a wrinkled watermelon man was discarded haphazardly.

The watermelon man with sufficient strength as a quasi-knight activates the goblin, and after contributing the essence blood of his whole body, he gave birth to three ordinary watermelons in the wizarding world.

After spending some time with the Wizard of Ashar, Locke took his leave and left.

The handover team from the Holy Tower is about to arrive, and the five thousand activated goblin civilians will be handed over to the handover team.

When this team arrives, they will be rewarded with a sufficient number of Activation Essences to several official mages.

This is the reason why all the mages have been waiting patiently here after the capture of Gray Cloud City.

As an Overseer among the slave creatures, Locke had the privilege of being part of the handover.

The half-human-tall greenpian brandished his leather whip and cursed the living goblin civilians who were driven away, and the cyan demon hound with a blue smoke in his mouth, pacing from side to side to watch the eyes of his prey, staring at the living goblins who were tied together, and the thousand-kilometer-long procession of serpentine slaves slowly advanced.

There, a large floating ship with a body length of three hundred meters was docked in mid-air.

"Can you fit so many living elves?" Locke said curiously, holding a twig in his mouth, curiously accosting one of the magic apprentices who had come down from the floating boat.

The yellow-haired, freckled mid-level magic apprentice was a rare talker, tirelessly telling Locke what he knew.

"Hey, it's only 5,000 heads, and last time 7,000 heads were loaded. The freckled magician laughed, his name was Ron, and he claimed to be a royal child of the kingdom of Bitley.

The kingdom of Bitley, Locke has not heard of it, he can be sure that it is not a kingdom on the continent of Misia, it is estimated that it is a kingdom on two other adjacent continents.

While laughing, Ron introduced Locke to how this floating ship, which was only a few hundred square meters in size, could hold thousands of activated goblins.

"Just stuff it inside, this is a structure designed by Master Famut himself, with a total of five floors, which can theoretically hold 10,000 activated goblins. Rohm said.

Even if the floating ship is designed as a five-story structure, Locke is sure that it must be unimaginably crowded among them, and when these five thousand activated goblins go up, when they come down again, there will definitely be hundreds of them suffocated due to trampling and small space gaps.

The life and death of these activated goblins, what does it matter to Locke, he only knows that with the arrival of this floating ship, he can harvest about two grams of activated essence again.

The floating ship came and went quickly, and in the afternoon of the same day, after receiving all the prisoners of Gray Cloud City, the floating ship took off and flew in the direction of the seventh war zone.

At the next stop, Mist City, Locke was looking forward to the upcoming battle, and he felt that with the push of a sufficient amount of activation essence, he was likely to reach the peak of the high-level squire in two years, the quasi-knight level.

"It's your mission!" In the hall, Babrina handed Locke a black cloak, along with a dark yellow hedron in addition to that.

A few minutes earlier, Babrina had summoned Locke to the site and given him a mission that would make a difference.

It turned out to be mixed into the Fog City, and the black head canopy was the magic guide that concealed Locke's identity, and the dark yellow spar was the spiritual power translator who helped Locke communicate with the activated goblins normally.

Kayla and the Asshar Wizard were not here at this time, otherwise Locke would really want to ask the two official magicians if they also knew about the task that Babrina had given him.

In the end, Locke's choice was to obey, and he did not yet have the right to refuse a request for a formal magician's mission, even though it seemed dangerous.

After Locke took over the task and left with a lot of confusion and resentment, Kayla and the Asshar magicians suddenly appeared in the room.

"Would it really be nice to let him have a high-ranking squire?" Kayla hesitated, dressed in a white robe.

"No way, this Fog City doesn't seem to be as simple as we thought, and we've already reported to the Holy Tower, and we have to find someone to investigate. ”

Mist City, because of its perennial clouds and mist near the city, makes it difficult for the outside world to communicate with the city, and those clouds and mist are not ordinary clouds, and the spiritual power of the magicians has no effect on this.

Looking at Locke's distant back, there was not much heterochromia under Ashar's dark eyes.

What kind of fruit should I try next time, Ashar thought to himself, the watermelon cultivated with the essence blood of the watermelon man that day was quite delicious, and Ashar and Locke tasted several other kinds later.

As for the danger of Locke's trip, Ashar was not even the slightest worried.

Cloaked in a black canopy, Locke led the demon hound and walked within the bezy city.

Whether this cloak can really help him avoid the eyes of ordinary activated goblins, Locke doesn't have much bottom in his heart, what he wants is to quickly finish the investigation and leave quickly.

Outside the city, countless milky white hedrons grew in the woods, these hedrons were more like some kind of plant, Locke had tried to break them, and the stubble was broken, and the white sap was left behind, and the smell was somewhat similar to tree sap.

These milky white crystals are more like the main reason for the formation of the white fog in the fog city.

Wondering why a few formal magicians didn't come on their own, or send a clever slave creature to probe, Locke accidentally kicked a stone off the ground.

"Who!" came a strange voice, although Locke had never heard this language, but he could clearly perceive what it meant.

The dark yellow spar on his chest was slightly hot, and Locke, who knew that something was wrong, hurriedly kicked away the demon hunting dog, "Run!" After giving the order to the demon hunting dog.

The Demon Hunt turned into a red light and rushed out of the clouds.

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