"I'm not sure, Master..." Before Barnett could finish speaking, he was suddenly startled. How could he subconsciously call him Master? However, under the influence of the 'Heart of Blood', he did not notice it.

There is something wrong with my current state.

After shaking his head, the prince continued: "Your Excellency, Magic Master, I'm just following that guy Slorke, and I don't know much about his itinerary."

"That damn half-elf kidnapped my collaborator." Heras said while holding his staff: "Now I must make some preparations to kill these little bugs. How long do you expect them to stay in the Land of Dispute?

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Barnett was elated when he heard this. Slorke is the biggest competitor in this generation! As long as he is eliminated, everything will be his as soon as his father abdicates the throne!

"There are at least one or two months left, Your Excellency, Tutor! Most of their eggs have been destroyed, and there is no way we can return now!" The prince suppressed the excitement in his heart and said hurriedly.

"Very good." Heras patted Barnett's head with a smile and said calmly: "Squat down."

The prince opened his mouth in confusion, but before he could say anything, the voice seemed to have irresistible magic power, making him squat down involuntarily, not even daring to raise his head...

Heras straddled Barnett's low shoulders calmly. He was a seventh-level high-level professional with vampire blood famous for his speed and agility. Of course, he was traveling much faster than himself.

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He grabbed the prince's ears like a rein and hummed in a brisk tone: "Go all the way north, my warrior. Leave the cold winter behind. Fly in the coming spring breeze until you reach the vast and busy place."

The land. The area that used to be a wood processing factory..."

Barnett was unknowingly infected by the good mood of the Emma mage, and he suddenly felt inexplicably very happy. Indeed, his winter was completely over! After the prince shouted happily, he rushed out of the cave.

, galloping towards the north with all his strength.

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For the residents of the Strife Lands, this coming spring is more dangerous than ever.

Because the incubation period of thunderbirds is very long, these birds usually mate in winter, so that the young birds can catch up with the most abundant food season after hatching in spring. And this flying monster has a wide range of food habits.

There will definitely be disaster for many races in the spring.

Throughout the winter, the Baku goblin wood processing base is in constant hustle and bustle. The gnomes must build a city that can be fortified before the thunderbird hunting season arrives. To protect the fleeing residents!

The chief technician of the Dwarf Technicians Association, Mag Meka, actually withstood the heavy pressure and refused to compromise. He clearly realized that the goblin consortium just wanted to waste time. If they continued to fight with these damn businessmen,

If you continue to negotiate slowly, you will only become more passive in the spring. The more you compromise, the more passive you will be.

Therefore, he simply stopped asking the goblin consortium to sell any place and directly occupied this vast logging field. Although the mineral resources here are relatively poor, especially the lack of metals, as long as he survives this period of time, he can pass through the subway channel he controls.

The new city of Notheridan will soon be prosperous again.

Ratchet Steam City has also acquiesced that this area has been occupied. The shareholders of the Goblin Consortium are still quite afraid of the powerful force possessed by the Mechanics Association. In fact, many shareholders have begun to regret this result...

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In the plowed open space in the large woods, buildings surrounded by steam pipes are undergoing final reinforcement. All living infrastructure has been simplified as much as possible, and a large amount of resources have been consumed on war fortifications to make this new city look beautiful.

It looks like a fortress-type military base.

This is different from the battle for nests in the crater, because what needs to be dealt with is just a group of thunderbirds that are out hunting separately. As long as the flying monsters find it difficult to chew here, they will not come back again.

But even so, the association has already made preparations for a second evacuation to prevent unexpected situations from happening.

"And those damn bird hunting teams, the situation is so chaotic..." A patrolling steel harvester suddenly stepped out of the woods with a roar, and the huge mechanical legs made of iron piers stepped on the ground.

Standing on piles of scrap wood, we stepped into the lumberyard amidst the flying sawdust and the crackling sound of wood breaking.

The harvesting circular saw has been removed from the end of this harvester's thick robotic arm and replaced with a rotating anti-aircraft gun. The sharp iron fork on the other side of the delicate robotic arm has also been modified into a rapid-fire machine gun.

Although it is still ferocious and rough, it has some refined features of dwarf machinery.

"If every spring is so difficult in the future, it will be a nightmare!" The inarticulate and sharp voice continued to come from the harvester's sound transmission equipment.

"Don't complain, Marin, our situation is much better than that of other residents in the Land of Disputes." A heavy steam tracked tank rushed out of the woods immediately, and the sharp-edged tracks swept away those who had been harvested.

The waste wood that had been ravaged once by the machine was completely crushed.

The dwarf's unique high-pitched voice then sounded from the tank's sound transmission equipment: "How do you feel about this modified harvester?"

"It's not very convenient! How can we call a harvester without a harvesting circular saw?" Marin muttered: "I still like..."

Suddenly, the piercing sound of a dwarf alarm suddenly interrupted the goblins' complaints. Before they could react, a strong man with pale skin, stubble and short hair that looked like silver threads suddenly flew over the woods.

He fluttered down and landed steadily on the edge of the lumberyard with a shadow like bat wings! Then he immediately lay down on the ground...

Before the white-robed mage riding on the man's neck jumped down, the hatch of the steel harvester opened immediately. Goblin Marin stuck his head out of the small hatch and stared blankly at the white-robed mage.

The mage exclaimed loudly: "Mr. Emma?!"

"Hello, Marin, we meet again." As if Heras couldn't hear the sirens around him, he casually took out the instant messaging terminal given to him by the association. This can be said to be his identity certificate and the friendship of the Dwarf Mechanics Association.

Keepsake.

The sound of sirens quickly attracted the surrounding patrol machinery, and the ground shook alternately. Countless moving gun barrels were pointed here. Upon seeing this, the goblin immediately shouted into the microphone in the cockpit: " Is it our friend Emma and his... uh... mount?"
Chapter completed!