In disbelief, Buchlinton repeatedly checked Jacobzan, who was unconscious again. He was obviously in the recreation room on the basement floor of the bunker when he saw the glorious Jacobzan, who was chatting freely with the man in black robe. And... in front of him.
This goblin can clearly see the jagged bones under the skin, which is a sign of extreme malnutrition. Every time he breathes, he can see the weak beating of the heart in the center of the abdomen.
He needs emergency treatment...Buchlinton looked at the stairs. It was obviously irrational to go back to the recreation room at this time. He had a chance to go down. Although Buchlinton didn't understand why there should be many goblins in the first place.
There was no one in Bunker No. 1 except for the two goblins who were following Jacobzan, but Buchlinton decided that this was a good time to carry out the kidnapping. He looked at the stairs leading to the upper floor again, feeling guilty in his heart.
A strong restlessness prompted him to walk up and leave, but Bucherington controlled his inner thoughts of escaping as soon as possible, and used his not-so-strong arms to carefully drag Jacobzan to the third floor. If not
If there were more goblin guards, he would rush to the pantry on the fifth floor to rescue 'Jacobzan' as soon as possible. His intuition told him that the 'Jacobzan' he was guarding was what happened to them in Nozil City this time.
Key figures in the incident.
Maybe it was luck or necessity, but when Buchlinton was panting and moved the 'Jacobzan' to the pantry that Lebre usually used, in addition to the still warm unknown potion that was still dissipating heat, there was no trace of him.
Not a single bug was seen. It's really... strange. Did something happen to the goblins today? Why didn't Oakleary mention it?
With all kinds of questions, Buchlinton carried the dying 'Jacobzan' into a room full of potion bottles and powders with names of vegetables and fruits. This was a place specially prepared for the city lord Savali.
.In this room with two rows of three-layer iron shelves, Buchlinton rummaged around for potions that seemed to be able to cure 'Jacobzan'. There were indeed many practical potions developed by goblins, but they were not interested in the taste.
The creatures are also famous for being picky. The potions and powders placed on these shelves include fruits and vegetables that Buchington has never heard of, as well as all kinds of strange potion bottles with miscellaneous items.
This is also the only place where Buchington can hope to find a therapeutic potion.
"In such a large underground building, there is not even a medical room." Buchlinton rummaged for several minutes before he found the medicine bottle with the label "Healing Agent" among a pile of medicine powder bottles. He quickly bit open the cork.
He pointed the mouth of the bottle towards 'Jacobzan''s mouth and poured it in. He didn't know if this medicine was the same type as the healing potion he usually knew, but the current situation of 'Jacobzan' obviously did not allow him to hesitate again.
After pouring in most of the bottle of medicine, Buchington took two steps back and waited quietly for the medicine to take effect.
The effect of the healing agent was faster than Bucherington imagined. After only two minutes, 'Jacobzan''s skin color returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye. A painful groan came from 'Jacobzan''s mouth.
After speaking, Buchington quickly moved to his side and let his head rest on his arm.
"Are you feeling better?" Buchlington asked in Goblin.
"...Loeb...Ray?" 'Jacobzan' opened his eyes slightly and put his hand on Buchington's arm, "Quick, go and see...that bastard, that bastard is there
What to do!" Because he was too weak, even Jacob's words were intermittent. Bucherington had to get close to Jacob again to listen carefully to what he said.
"Who is that bastard? Is it the Savaran you mentioned before or who it is?"
"I don't know who he is now... Anyway, go to the city lord..." 'Jacobzan' put his elbows on the ground and tried desperately to get up. He seemed to have his own needs.
As he persisted in doing what he was doing, Buchlinton had to protect him from losing strength and falling and hitting the iron shelf next to him.
"Must...go to the city lord..."
Bucherington looked straight at 'Jacobzan' who was losing strength again and again and struggling to sit up. He instantly understood in his mind that no matter what his purpose was in going to Savali, his unwillingness to give up now was enough to make him
Buchlington had gone through this for him.
Buchlinton comforted 'Jacobzan' with his hands and let him lie back on the ground. He took off a part of the cloth bag placed in the corner and covered it with 'Jacobzan'. "Lord Jacobzan, if you lie down like this, you will
Better, I will go to the city lord to have a look. It seems that you have been imprisoned for a long time. I don’t know the specific situation, but I would like to ask you to tell me why you were locked in a dark room."
Jacobzan exhaled and breathed in deeply, "There is a goblin who has obtained the weapon of Elekrom... He, he wants to start... a continental war, and he wants all goblins to join the fight..." He
He said these words as calmly as possible, but the weak and trembling voice in his tone could not deceive anyone about his true state of mind.
Bridgerton's expression froze, and he stood upright silently, "So, when did you discover this and get caught?"
"...July...maybe, I don't know."
"It's been more than a month. I guess he's pretty much set it up. He probably contacted a lot of people using the transformation potion to impersonate you. I just met him in the entertainment room."
Jacobzan closed his eyes, and the only sound in the pantry was his heavy breathing.
Bucherington pursed his lips, turned around and wanted to exit the pantry. Behind him, Jacobzan shouted with all his strength, "It doesn't matter who you are, whether you are... a goblin or not! I don't know what your purpose is, but
,Stop that bastard."
Bucherington did not dare to make any response. His purpose was indeed to prevent the war, but only to prevent the war between the orcs and humans. To do this, he only needed to kidnap Savali and then threaten the goblins. The plan followed
The progress of the journey changed again and again, and now, the group of them seemed to be involved in a deeper struggle and trapped in a whirlpool. In order to protect himself, Bucherington could only choose to let himself drift in the direction of the whirlpool.
Now... let's go to Savali's laboratory and have a look.
...
Ragtys whistled and blew out the white smoke from the gun in his hand. In front of Christina, Arthur opened his arms in front of Christina. A few strands of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. The bullet marks on the cloth under the cloak on his chest were clearly visible.
"Lagertys! This is a mate!" Arthur's eyes were red, like an angry beast.
"I know, but she is too much of a threat, she must die." Lagdis jumped down from the fence, aimed his blunderbuss at Arthur's leg and shot, several rounds of iron bullets instantly knocked out his open hands.
Arthur with two feet.
"And I know that you are a wizard, and my current bullets cannot restrain you, but it doesn't matter, I just need to kill her."
"Jielin...Jielin, are you okay?" Arthur half-knelt on the ground, inserting the Sika sword into the ground to maintain balance. His control over the elements in his body was not as good as Parrish's, who could elementalize his body, although his body could.
He recovered, but in a short period of time, his flexible movements were restricted by Lagertis. In fact, Arthur knew clearly that Lagertis had the opportunity to shoot him with a blunderbuss. Lagertis just didn't know the wizard's true intentions.
It’s just how abilities work.
Lagerdis stared at Arthur with his left eye wide open, "Hey, am I crazy or are you crazy? Do you know what's going on now? Jielin, that girl with two ponytails is none of your business. Think more about yourself, kid.
"
"You have changed so much. Why are you willing to remain silent for so four months?" The flesh and blood of the wound on Arthur's leg began to heal. In order to move more conveniently, he needed to delay time. This is what George told him when he was a child.
Yes, there will definitely be opportunities, it just takes time. Now Arthur just needs such an opportunity to reverse the situation.
For example... Arthur noticed that the barrel of Lagtis's downward facing gun was slightly red. Could it be that the modified musket had actually not eradicated the problem of burst barrels?
Arthur couldn't let Lagertys notice where he was looking, and quickly raised his head to meet Lagertys' playful eyes.
"Actually, I'm quite curious. Is a wizard really capable of immortality? What do you think we try?" Lagdis put the muzzle of his gun against Arthur's head, "Will you die if you blow your head off?"
Arthur held his breath and looked at the barrel of the gun that was gradually cooling down. No, he still needs to be allowed to shoot...
"Then you come and try, stupid clown, dull wall, stupid funny man...circus ringmaster..." Arthur used the sarcasm that George liked, but he was obviously not good at using insults.
Other people's vocabulary can only start to be uttered indiscriminately.
Ragtys was obviously in a good mood until he heard the last word, until Arthur babbled the last word and put his finger on the latch...