Chapter 1137 Goblin 007 (seeking a monthly ticket)
When the New Year celebrations are over, the coldest winter has passed. Unknowingly, spring has arrived with staggering steps.
As if overnight, green buds of tender grass have appeared in twos and threes on the land of maple leaves, and those trendy girls have thrown away their thick robes and can’t wait to put on beautiful spring clothes.
Although another squadron of mages has joined the flight training, the topic of the Ice and Fire Empress Irina has not cooled down, but has become more and more popular.
Whenever that war fortress passed overhead, the idle boys would look at the sky and howl even harder.
In short, this is the time when the people of Maple Leaf Danlin are enjoying a peaceful and prosperous life.
But if we move our eyes away from here, past the fertile land in the middle of the continent, pass by the countless prosperous cities, fly over the vast tracts of black forest, and finally project it to the white mountains thousands of miles away. We will find that
, here are two completely different worlds from Maple Leaf Danlin.
At this time, in the rolling northern mountains, the coldest days of the year have not yet passed, the north wind is howling, the wind and snow are raging, and the ice is frozen as hard as iron.
The entire earth is still silent. There is no sign of recovery at all.
However, it is at this time when the bears are hiding and hibernating that the barbarian city of Aldheim, hidden deep in the mountains, is showing a busy and noisy scene.
Tens of thousands of barbarians worked hard under the whips of overseers to expand the newly emerging city.
The ground was covered with black heads, and the crowds were like ants covering the ice and snow ground.
They braved the cold wind and snow, shouted slogans, and worked hard. From time to time, the crisp sound of whips mixed with screams came from the wind.
Although the temperature here is still below zero, the barbarians are all tired and sweating profusely. Looking from a distance, you can see the smelly white mist rising from their bodies.
Under the ruthless supervision of the overseers, the barbarians were squeezed out of every ounce of potential in their bodies, but they could only endure it bitterly and immerse themselves in their work with numb expressions. They had not had time to deal with the problems on both sides of the road.
The corpse was ignored at all.
They knew clearly that only death could free them from this boundless suffering.
On the edge of a simple work shed at a crossroads in the city, Goblin Silver tightened the messy and dirty animal skins around his body, raised his head with sadness, and looked at the leaden sky at a 45-degree angle. He felt infinite nostalgia in his heart.
I am at Ruman's home.
Although it is not big there, with only one courtyard, it is not too hot in the summer and not too cold in the winter. I can safely eat three full meals there every day.
"After such a long time, it's time for that old boy Sha Jin to send someone to look for me?" Yin Guang secretly calculated the days in his mind and whispered softly: "But who knows?"
Goblins all know that their most terrifying enemies are not the humans who discriminate against them. They are their own kind, especially their fellow villagers, who are the least likely to do anything.
"When a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman, shoot him in the back." This is the most famous proverb of the goblin clan.
"Woo~!" A gust of cold wind blew, mixed with sand, gravel and snow particles, and hit Yin Guang's face, causing a burst of pain.
Yin Guang sneezed heavily and then squeezed out the mucus from his nose.
He raised his hand and took a look with a sense of accomplishment. He murmured: "Uncle Yinguang is really a genius. He can squeeze so much snot out of his nose."
Then he shook it hard and threw it away from a distance. Finally, he wiped his hands on his body.
At this time, he heard the sound of wheels in front of him, and the goblin couldn't help but be mentally shaken, and hurriedly looked up.
In the misty snow and fog, a group of barbarians pushing several carts passed by on the path in front of the goblins.
The dry axle makes a squeaky sound, which makes one's teeth feel sore.
The few barbarians pushing the cart looked lifeless, with no expression on their faces that were frostbitten by the cold wind. They lowered their heads like machines, bent over and worked silently.
Wherever these carts went, the surrounding barbarians fled in fear, staying as far away from the vehicles as possible. Even the supervisor spit on the ground and cursed: "Unlucky..."
The car was loaded with corpses, some of which were frozen to death, some of which were exhausted, and some of which were dead of illness.
Those stiff corpses were stacked like dry firewood.
Due to the harsh conditions and high-intensity labor, dozens or hundreds of people died in Oldham every day.
Although the barbarians who were born or died in the battle were accustomed to seeing corpses, they even regarded death as glory. They could cross the World Tree and return to the embrace of the great god Rohan, and then eat barbecue, dance, and drink next to the fire every day.
Mead…
But what frightened them was that these corpses were not sent for burial, but into the temple in the city. They didn't know what they were used for in the end. Anyway, no one saw them coming out. It was like an endless black hole.
, devoured them all.
There is a legend among the barbarians: all the dead were turned into ghosts by the terrifying man in black inside.
For barbarians, this is something more terrifying than death. Because if the soul cannot return to the Hall of Valor after death, there will be no peace forever.
Unlike the barbarians, when Goblin Silverlight saw the vehicle transporting the corpse, his bean-like yellow eyes suddenly lit up, and a "goblin smile" appeared on his face, that is, his eyes were narrowed to only a slit, and his face
A fake smile that didn't move his skin. He kept rubbing his hands under the dirty leather robe.
"Business is here again~!" Yin Guang said to himself happily. But then he leaned against the wooden shed at the back very leisurely, pretending not to care.
The barbarian escorting the corpse convoy walking at the back first glanced at the goblin, then looked around warily, and quietly fell behind without warning. Finally, he slithered into the goblin like a gray mouse.
Among the wooden sheds nearby.
Then the barbarian clung to the corner, holding his clothes tightly with both hands, as if there was some treasure hidden there, and looked out anxiously.
Soon, the goblin's body appeared in front of him like a ball wrapped in silver light.
The barbarian jumped over in one step, squatted on the ground and held down the goblin's shoulders, shook it back and forth vigorously, and said anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry up, I don't have much time."
"Batulu, you bitch, why are you so anxious?" Yin Guang felt like he was about to be shaken to pieces by the barbarians, and he cursed in his heart: "Vulgar barbarians."
He slapped the barbarian's hands away, raised his neck, and put on the usual stingy face of pawnshop owners. He said: "What goods are there today? Let me see it first?" The barbarian said with an honest face.
He grinned and said, "Some, some. These are all good things."
Then he pulled back a few layers of fur, took out a package from close to his body, exposed his incomplete yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there was a dead ghost hiding something good today."
The goblin snatched the package and opened it impatiently, only to find a magic crystal the size of a fingertip lying quietly among a few small pieces of gold.
Silver Light glanced at the barbarian with disdain, then gently picked up the crystal with two fingers, shined it into the air, then grinned, smiled with satisfaction, and murmured: "
I really don’t know how this damn ghost managed to get this thing to this point.”
It turns out that these things were peeled off the bodies of dead people. The corpse collection team had to carefully examine every dead person, and there were often unexpected gains.
The barbarian knelt on the ground. His big ugly face showed a pitiful expression, just like a migrant worker asking for wages from the contractor during the New Year, accompanying him carefully. He whispered: "You have also seen the things, Yin
Guang, please give me a word."
The goblin rewrapped the package and stuffed it into his arms. Under the barbarian's eager gaze, he took out two palm-sized pieces of dried meat from his clothes and threw them to the barbarian, as if he was sending away a beggar, and said contemptuously:
"Take it."
The barbarian stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the dried meat. Without saying anything, he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The dry meat, as hard as a stone, made a crunching sound in his mouth.
The barbarian showed an intoxicated expression on his face and said vaguely: "Only two pieces? It's less today than yesterday."
Yin Guang glanced at him with disgust and said, "Are you dissatisfied? Do you want me to talk to you with someone else? How about Master Huck?"
The barbarians were immediately frightened. Huck was the most trusted figure around the man in black robe. And anything related to the man in black robe was extremely terrifying to these barbarians.
He shook his head in panic and said, "Don't dare."
"It's good to know." Yin Guang picked at the dirt under his nails and said nonchalantly: "The latest news from Nasdaq is that gold has depreciated. Today, it's just because you have a magic crystal."
"Yes, yes," the barbarian licked the corner of his mouth and said solemnly.
He also knew that in the hell of Aldheim, the so-called gold and silver, including crystal herbs, were not as important as a piece of flesh.
When he was about to starve to death, only food could save his life.
The barbarian wrapped the remaining small piece of bacon in the innermost layer of fur, pulled the rotten leather hat on his head, and said respectfully: "Then, it will be the same at this time tomorrow?"
Goblin Silver Light nodded arrogantly like a banker, and then waved his hand impatiently to signal him to go away.
The barbarian jumped out with his head lowered, using the cover of the wind and snow to catch up with his team, and nodded to his long-awaited companions.
Goblin Silver Light smiled, weighed the package in his hand, looked at their little movements, and said to himself proudly: "This is the goblin's philosophy of survival."
Wherever there are goblins, there is a black market, and wherever there is a black market, there are also goblins. This is the innate instinct of goblins.
Otherwise, goblins would have become extinct 10 million years ago just because they are thin, unable to raise their hands, unable to carry their shoulders, and unable to do any work.
Despite the difficult conditions, Goblin Silverlight relied on his instinct to start a business and completely monopolize the black market in Aldheim - after all, with the single-minded minds of the barbarians, they had no idea what the black market was.
Goblin Silver Light's sharp mind quickly developed this unexplored market.
Those who can get some small things through their positions become the customers of the goblins.
They all know that the damn goblin has good things in his hands, as long as you also have good things in your hands to exchange for them.
But that damn goblin’s asking price was too harsh. The Shanghai Stock Exchange crashed, the Nasdaq plummeted, Japanese real estate was weak, and other inexplicable interfaces drove the price down.
One day a piece of red gold can be exchanged for a piece of rough cake, but the next day it is only worth a handful of oats.
When it comes to goblins, they all hate it. But they can't do without the goblin black market. Because once they leave the goblins, they can't even get a handful of chaff, let alone oats.
There were also followers who wanted to steal the goblin's business, but the bold guy was thrown from the mountain that night.
"We have something to deliver this week." Yin Guang smiled proudly. He couldn't help humming a tune, secretly laughing at the stupid barbarian.
If you want to do the black market without the support of officials, you will only be ruthlessly swallowed up by others.
And behind the goblin is the cunning Huck.
"Huh? What is that?" At this time, through the heavy snow and wind in the sky, the goblin's eyes caught an ominous black shadow in the sky.
Yinguang hid in an unnoticed corner, widened his eyes, and watched the huge black shadow slowly descending from the sky.
Through the wind and snow, its figure became clearer and clearer, with a standard equilateral triangle appearance, black appearance, and its huge body gradually slowed down.
"Hiss~!" Goblin Silver Light took a breath of air, and shouted in surprise: "War Fortress~!"
Of course Silver Light would not think that this was a human war fortress. All the features on it showed that it was a war fortress of the undead.
Although we don’t know how it traveled across the ocean and crossed tens of thousands of miles to get here. But this shows that people from the Demon Tribe have already contacted the dark mage in Aldheim.
The war fortress slowly landed on the square in front of the temple. Although blocked by heavy wind and snow, the goblin still saw several black figures walking out of the war fortress and walked into the temple.
"Oops..." Yin Guang, even without a strategic mind, could imagine that the enemy would make big moves.
The goblin touched his pointed chin and said to himself: "The situation is urgent and the news must be spread as soon as possible."
Yin Guang secretly made up his mind and walked quickly back to the warehouse where he lived. He looked around first, then carefully pushed up the door from the inside, walked quickly to the corner, pried open a stone, and threw away the package in his arms.
into the hole dug below.
Here is the silver safe, filled with crystal gems and precious metals.
"But what should we do?" Silver Light looked at his harvest and secretly worried. Except for those ordered by the dark mage, no one can step out of Aldheim, and no outsider can sneak in. This place is completely a prison.
"If there is no opportunity, create opportunities for yourself." Yin Guang recalled what Lord Lorraine said on the first day of training at a venture capital company.
"Boom~!" At this time, there was a loud banging on the door from outside.
The entire wooden door was shaking violently and was in danger of falling down at any time.
"You damn goblin, get out of here!" Huck's impatient voice came from outside the door.
Yin Guang quickly covered the stone back, clapped his hands and said, "It's coming, it's coming."
Just as he pulled the latch, before Silver Light could open the door, the door clanged and was kicked open by Huck, and Goblin Silver Light fell to the ground.
Huck looked angry, clenched his fists and roared at the goblin: "Asshole, what are you doing behind closed doors?"
A stench mixed with Tumo Xingzi rushed towards his face. Yin Guang couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, got up from the ground, performed the etiquette of meeting a noble, and said respectfully: "I am taking stock of your harvest, my respected Excellency.
.”
The honorific address to the nobles made Huck feel at ease. Huck showed a satisfied smile, sat down carelessly, wiped his nose loudly with a handkerchief, pretended to be a big shot, and said: "I received it today.
What good stuff?”
The goblin looked at the open door and said quietly: "Sir, don't show off your wealth."
Huck couldn't help but wince, and then suddenly realized, he slapped the goblin on the shoulder hard, and praised loudly: "You bastards are the only ones who can do weird things. But I like it. Hahahaha..."
He turned around and wanted to close the door, but hesitated for a moment, then strode into the room - it is said that closing the door is all done by servants. Uncle Huck is also considered a noble, how can he do this?
Kind of a vulgar thing.
Yin Guang chuckled, then walked over and closed the door, bent down to Huck's ear, and said mysteriously: "Sir, I found a great thing today."
Huck's eyes suddenly widened to their maximum size, and the look of greed and eagerness was clearly revealed on his face.
To Huck, if the goblin said it was a good thing, it must be a good thing.
In order to gain Huck's trust, Silver Light gave him many rare treasures. Huck also borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha and sent them to the dark mage. He also received a lot of praise, making him even more domineering in Aldheim.
He also looks at goblins more and more differently.
The goblin walked back to the clutter, pulled out an inconspicuous copper bottle from a pair of messy things, held it in his arms preciously, and brought it to Huck.
"Is this the treasure you are talking about?" Hada sneered. Although the copper bottle was made by Ruman, it was not rare enough.
Yin Guang smiled profoundly and slowly unscrewed the bottle mouth, and a unique aroma of strong alcohol floated out.
Huck's expression changed instantly, as if he had lost his soul. His flat nose shrugged, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said blankly: "This is wine~!"
Huck jumped up and grabbed the wine bottle from the goblin's hand, pushed the goblin to the ground, grabbed the bottle and poured it into his mouth.
Wine, especially high-alcohol wine, is something that can drive barbarians crazy, and they may even risk their lives for a sip of wine.
In the early years, a little wine could occasionally flow into the barbarian territory, but due to the strict blockade and embargo, coupled with transportation difficulties, no one was willing to sell wine to the barbarians, and smugglers preferred the convenient salt.
Watching Huck crazily drinking wine, the goblin had no expression on his face, but he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his eyes, and said to himself: Drink it, and then talk to me after you drink it. I added this bottle to the drink.
I have kept the wine until now just to prepare it for today.