Chapter 702 Chapter 99 Goblin Treasure House


Chapter 702 99. Goblin Treasure House

Annan got rid of some vanity, leaving a genuine title.

But the two goblins still couldn't understand it, and they whispered to each other.

“What did he say?”

“He said his name was long.”

"How long?"

"It's so long when we are stacked together."

"I want to be on top."

"No, I am."
< br>Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Annan changed into a way that they could understand: "I am the envoy of the southern countries."

The goblin chirped: "Proof!"

Proof that the princess is on the carriage.

But Annan did not want to reveal the identity of the princess. He pointed at himself: "I am the proof."

......

Klein walked in front, Annan dragged his shoulders. The puppet lady and princess on the top are walking in the middle, and the lemon is at the back.

Annan stared at Klein's footprints. Every time the pair of steel boots embedded in the leg armor hit the ground, they would leave footprints several centimeters deep in the wet soil, which would then be submerged by the seeping muddy water.

The fog shrouded the surroundings, and if the footprints disappeared, they would soon be lost in the swamp.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing, the humid mist is full of water vapor. Without a spellcaster, you can't even light a fire here. In contrast, the lingering rancid smell is easier to accept.

They met several more waves of goblins on the way. After repeatedly explaining their purpose, the team following Annan grew stronger.

Finally, a group of goblins wearing well-fitting leather armor appeared. They should be regular goblin soldiers - the group that created giant golems cannot be a group of goblins who can't even afford clothes.

"I am..."

"I know you, Jack."

The leader of the goblin soldiers, the goblin, even spoke much more calmly.

Annan looked surprised. The towns he passed by didn't know him, but the goblins in the Rotten Swamp actually knew about him?

"I heard that the goblins of the southern moors are seeking an alliance, so I'm here."

The goblin soldiers led Annan through a patch of dense pruned thorns to their village.

The goblins in the swamp are scattered in this dark area in the form of villages. The ruined huts made of tree branches, black mud and an unknown brown substance make up this lost village.

In addition to the smell of dampness and decay, there is also a trace of other indistinguishable odors in the air.

Annan worked hard to connect the village in front of him with the group that created the giant goblin golem that was tens of meters high...

Could it be that goblin statue that emptied the pockets of the goblins? , so they are so depressed?

The goblin leader and Dorai showed completely different behaviors - the former seemed to have returned to his hometown, kissing the mud at his feet with tears, and the goblin flowing out made him familiar, familiar and missed.

The urbanized Dorai looked at everything here calmly, looking at the short stature of the goblins in the village, with dark green skin and deep-set eyes, which revealed a cunning and ferocious look.

The leader of the goblin soldiers tried to receive Annan at first, but gave up after Annan lowered his head to enter their largest room, and handed the guest over to the village chief of Mark who came over.

It was an old goblin with wrinkled skin and one ear missing.

The ranger whispered to Annan that the hunting counts decades ago were goblin ears. After alchemy produced a large amount of these things, they were replaced with goblin skins.

Annan didn't know whether to lament the misery of the goblins or lament that the people here had relied on the goblins to harvest wool for decades.

In any case, the lifespan of a goblin is about the same as that of a human... This means that it is an old man that Annan must also respect.

Although Princess Crimson is over four hundred and ninety years old.

"Welcome, human. My village has not had a friendly human for a long time!" Village Chief Mark said excitedly. "Hello, I am Annan Reeves, Lord of the Free City. It is Dorai..."

When Annan introduced them, more and more goblins from other villages in the Rotten Swamp arrived.

These "big guys" among the goblins are still not that big. They all wear old robes or leather clothes, and at most they wear sparkling rough decorations...

The last of the village chief Mark Eighteen of the thirty-four village chiefs who spoke of the rancid swamp have come.

Looking at the chaos and noise of a group of goblins that were not even up to his chest, Annan had little respect left when he saw the giant goblin golem that night...

Annan had to fight. Break them off and tell them your purpose: "I know what you want to form an alliance..."

"Do you want to form an alliance with us!?" He was interrupted by the goblin again.

“I like Lost City!”

“I like it too!”

“I choose Roxy Province!”

The goblins are divided Before finishing the Southern Kingdoms, Annan Shuoda said: "This time I do not represent the Southern Kingdoms, but my own city, Free City."

"Liberty City?"

"What is Liberty City?"

"What is Liberty?"

"What is City?"

"I You know, it’s a beautiful coastal city!”

Annan, who had a headache from the noise, didn't expect that they actually knew "When Freedom Knocks on the Door"... Huadu hadn't even had time to show this magical video.

Realizing that they would really be noisy all day long, Annan made a direct appeal: he was interested in those things invented by the goblins.

These goblins are poor and noisy, but the giant goblin golem can never fool anyone.

They agreed to Annan's request and led Annan to their treasure house deep in the swamp - a rising hill.

The first is the bones, sticks, and thorns near the door... These are the weapons of the goblins outside the village.

Then Annan saw the finely crafted weapons: daggers made of quenched thorns, sticks inlaid with arrows and sharpened bones...

As they entered the depths of the treasure house, the goblins closed their doors out of some kind of awe. After talking, Annan finally saw something that slightly interested him.

That was a row of dusty weapons. People outside will be confused when they see it, thinking it is some "special thorns, sticks and bones", but people in Liberty City will be familiar with it here, and if they are musketeers, they will pick it up and play with it——
< br>This is a weapon with a musket structure, similar to the magic crystal fire blunderbuss of the scavenger in Breeze City.

“But why so much dust?”

The goblin village chiefs who were quite eloquent outside were hesitant and hesitant. Annan guessed that there might be something hidden and moved on.

A huge thing standing silently appeared on the edge of the magic lamp.

Annan finally saw the goblin golem up close - it was not the giant goblin golem that night. It was much smaller, but still more than half a rai taller than a lemon.

Lift the magic lamp, and the changing light and shadow highlight the golem's sharp fangs, thick limbs and thick metal armor. Its appearance has the characteristics of a goblin, but it is not short and thin like a goblin.

This is a complete killing machine.

"What do you think of it?" Village Chief Mark asked, observing Annan's expression.

"The dream of the boy outside is to own a wooden sword, but from this moment on it is no longer..."

(End of Chapter)



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