Chapter 36 36. Intelligent Goblin and Wounded Goblin
["Knowledge is Power" - Mage]
The preface of the Warlock's Notes made Annan think that he was reading the wizard's experience.
【——And I will say, Warlock is power】
The image of an arrogant and arrogant Warlock is more than just the paper.
After taking a peek at Soruman Bronzebeard, whose thick beard was neatly braided, Annan continued reading the codex.
[Mages will say that they have a comprehensive range of magic, but they never say that it takes more than ten to dozens of days to build a low-level spell model; mages will say that they are popular with mercenaries, but they never say that mercenaries The soldiers are just coveting the novel and useless little life spells of the wizards; the wizards will say that they can easily name thousands of magic materials, but they never say that the money they spend will make the tax collector smile from ear to ear...]
——This parallelism bias fills the first few pages, and the contradiction between mages and warlocks also clearly emerges. But Annan paid no attention to these anecdotes.
Looking out the window, the snow-capped mountains are still located in the north forever, but Breeze City has long disappeared behind the layers of woods.
[What will a low-level mage do when he encounters an enemy? First, he would distance himself, activate defensive spells, apply shield spells to himself, and release early warning spells along the way. After discovering the enemy, he would use the spells he had mastered flexibly, use greasy spells to make the opponent's feet slip, use faint spells to make the opponent lose consciousness, and then Use the living rope technique to imprison the enemy, and finally choose whether to kill the enemy. Each stage reduces the fault tolerance rate and faces the problem of magic power exhaustion]
[What about a warlock? When encountering an enemy, a low-level warlock will first release arcane missiles, then release arcane missiles when the distance is widened, look for suspicious places around to release arcane missiles, and finally, use arcane missiles to deal with the enemy after it is forced to appear. Question】
【Is it our shortcoming that we can master few spells? Maybe, but if a warlock and a wizard are allowed to release a certain spell together, the intensity must be the highest for the warlock. 】
[This stems from the essential difference between mages and warlocks: all spellcasters are affinity to magic, but warlocks are additionally affinity to certain specific things. We may be good at spells, or we may play with plasticity...]
When the pure opposition gradually changes to the nature of knowledge, Annan gradually immerses himself in it...
...
Four Directions Forest Fork
Two goblins were guarding the fork as they had been the previous few days. The difference is that today they changed their positions.
The goblin holding a book stood on the roadside, while the other goblin squatted under the tree, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and a tip of its pointed ears that were wider than the elf was missing.
"The hateful humans will not listen to you..." said the bruised goblin, "They are both cunning and cruel."
"Yes."
"No"
"Yes."
What interrupted their dozens of minutes of bickering was a carriage coming from the southern branch.
The goblin who was flipping through the book held up the wooden sign lying at his feet, with "Free Directions" crookedly written on it in Common Mandarin.
The carriage, whose wheels and body were stained with mud, stopped in front of two goblins.
"Dear Sir, may I ask where you are going?"
"How far away are the Deathrattle Mountains?"
The goblin pointed to the northern fork: "You can see it about 270 miles further. It’s snowy.”
The carriage drove off the road with a cloud of dust.
“This is no different from me.” The injured goblin said as he glued his ears back.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
What interrupted their bickering for dozens of minutes was still the carriage coming from the southern branch.
As this caravan of eight or nine carriages approached, dust billowed in the air.
The smart goblin not only did not stop them, but also stopped his companions from blocking the road and allowed them to pass.
"Why didn't you ask them?" the injured goblin asked.
“They did not go to our territory.”
“Yes.”
The smart goblin who didn’t want the conversation to fall into a loop again said: “With your wisdom, I can’t talk to you. You explain.”
"You can't explain it."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
After a while, a car passed by It's dusty, but the body emblem is still like a brand new carriage approaching a fork in the road.
The smart goblin raised the wooden sign and watched the carriage slowly stop.
“We are going to Breeze City.” The groom and guard with a rapier on his waist asked with interest.
"Follow this road to the north, and there is about 210 miles to Breeze City." The smart goblin said politely. A silver coin suddenly popped out of the carriage that was moving again and landed at the feet of the smart goblin.
The injured goblin stared blankly at his companion picking up the silver coins and putting them into his pocket, and continued to flip through the book——
"Give me half." The injured goblin quietly moved to the side.
“No division.”
“Divide me.”
“No division.”
Not long after, a group of more than a dozen people formed , a mercenary group riding war horses and possessing mages arrived amid the dispute.
The smart goblin was no longer polite and confident. It raised the wooden sign anxiously and looked at the leader of the mercenary group, who was at least a master warrior, standing in front of him holding a heavy sword about the same size as it.
“We are going to the Lost Forest.”
“You can’t—”
The clever goblin covered his trembling companions’ bravery and said in awe: “Brave Human warriors, this is the Lost Forest, and our goblin home is also in this forest. We welcome all powerful warriors to be our guests."
As he spoke, the smart goblin pulled his companions out of the way to let these weird things go. The humans who size them up pass.
"Dolai! You betrayed the goblin!"
After the mercenary group left, the injured goblin shouted to his companions.
"No, our tribesmen together can't defeat them, and didn't you find out?"
"What did you find?"
"Before these humans came, they Aiming the bow and arrow at us.”
The smart goblin quietly looked around, the rustling treetops, the undulating grass, the ripples of water reflecting the sky... which eventually turned into the cries of his companions.
Goblins are never brave.
A sound of crying emerged as footsteps stepped on. It was a woodcutter wearing a cloak, carrying firewood, and holding an ax.
But the smart goblin was more frightened than facing the mercenary group. He grabbed the wooden sign, his ears drooped, and kept trembling: "Adventurer, where are you going?"
"I am a woodcutter. .”
"Okay, let us know if you need help."
"No need."
The woodcutter disappeared deep into the forest.
"He is more powerful than the leader of the mercenary group..." The smart goblin drooped his ears.
“How did you know?”
"It's written in the book."
"Let me see it."
"No."
"Let me see it."
" No. ”
In the evening, two carriages with emblems on them came from the direction of Breeze City.
The smart goblin still remembered this car and did not stop it. But the carriage in the back slowly stopped in front of it.
"What are you reading?" A human boy who looked good even if the goblin looked curious asked it.
"Chronicle of the Goblin Empire" said the wise goblin.
“Where can I see this book?”
"I'll give you a copy next time I come."
"Thank you."
The carriage gradually drove away.
……
On a pleasant afternoon, two carriages slowly drove into the town. Annan couldn't wait to get out of the carriage and looked at the familiar street scene.
The future legendary warlock Annan has returned to his loyal home in the town of Pinglin.
“Give way!”
At this time, an aunt drove Annan away from behind with a broom.
(End of this chapter)