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Chapter 260 Booty, Secret Dungeon, Goblin Prisoner

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Regarding Naga's "little depression", Moriarty just laughed it off.

At the same time, loud rumblings were heard one after another in the dock. It turned out that when they saw the goblin mage's defeat, the goblin crew members in the dock no longer ignored everything and directly lifted the boat to take off.

However, before the goblin airship could fully rise from the open dock in the center of the dock, a magical arrow was quickly shot from Moriarty's wand, destroying all the delicate air bags of the airship. As a result, the airship, which quickly lost its lift, had to shake.

Youyou landed and returned to the ground helplessly.

"First burst the airbags of all airships, and then imprison the goblin prisoners together." Moriarty withdrew his wand and ordered Margaret at the same time.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Immediately, the female werewolf led half of the wolf cavalry and began to destroy other airships parked in the huge dock, while Clausewitz led the other wolf cavalry to another dock in the factory. At the same time, he was as careful as his hair.

The staff officer did not forget to set up eye-catching warning signs around the magic minefield to prevent other Olympus warriors from entering by mistake.

"Zhukov, please contact White and ask him to speed up the 'cleaning' of the outside of the town. In half an hour at most, we will 'ignite' and evacuate." Scanning the circle of noisy docks, he saw that most of the goblins were in the wolf

The man riding the scimitar was so obedient that he did not dare to resist at all, and Moriarty immediately gave another order.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Naga nodded, turned and left, while Tchaikov and Chekov who stayed behind continued to guard Moriarty in case of any eventuality.

"Your Excellency, there should be a lot of 'good things' in that high-level mage, let's not miss them." Seeing that nothing happened around him, Chekov, who had the most out-of-touch personality, came up to him thiefly and pressed him.

He chuckled loudly.

"Haha, I know." Moriarty glanced at Naga and also smiled.

After successfully defeating the goblin high-level mage, Moriarty also paid a high price. Ten red crystal gargoyles alone were destroyed and could not be repaired; and the remaining magic puppets were also hit hard by Robert's fireball.

It was almost half destroyed. Therefore, Moriarty also looked forward to getting some good things from the goblin mage to balance his financial situation and "injured mind".

Three magic rings, two alchemical amulets, a damaged mage's robe, and a space pocket that has yet to be opened. These are all the treasures found from Robert's body. After the "exhumation",

Moriarty burned it directly, and at the same time eliminated all traces of his actions.

"Look, what good stuff is in your pocket?"

The high-level mage's dimensional bag. It was an incredible trophy. Chekov was so excited that he could not wait to open it immediately to see what was going on.

"Haha. Don't worry. If there are good things, I won't forget you. Let's talk about it when we get back." Moriarty was not as eager as Naga. After all, he was still in danger and it was not a good time to inspect the loot.

"Sir, please come here. We found a dungeon in the southeast corner of the factory, and there are many goblins imprisoned in it." At this time, Clausewitz suddenly returned to the dock with two wolf cavalry.

"oh?"

Upon hearing such news, Moriarty was immediately stunned, and then followed the old werewolf outside.

Leaving the dock and walking out of the magic minefield through the safe passage, Clausewitz took Moriarty to an inconspicuous two-story wooden house like a mill. There, there was another wolf cavalry on guard, and they saw

When Moriarty and others came over, Wolf Cavalry immediately opened the door of Shuanhe's house.

"It's right here. The cell is dug under the wooden house." The old werewolf nodded, explained to Moriarty, and walked in first.

Moriarty followed immediately.

Unlike the outside, the wooden house was filled with a strong smell and the air was very turbid. And because there was only a small window around to let in light, the light in the house was also very dim.

On the ground, a thick movable stone slab has been removed, revealing a one-meter-square black hole below. Looking down along the entrance of the hole, one can see a rough stone step going down vertically. And at the bottom of the black hole,

Then there was a faint red light coming out, and it seemed that there were already wolf cavalry waiting below.

"It's really hidden." Moriarty withdrew his gaze and then glanced at the old werewolf.

"No matter how good the mechanism is, it can't escape Wolfgang's nose." Clausewitz smiled disdainfully and strode down the hole first.

The cave is quite deep, at least ten meters. Moreover, there are large and small pieces of cold moss growing on the stone steps, making it quite slippery and difficult to walk up.

Arriving at the bottom of the cave unhurriedly, the air became increasingly turbid. Through the light of two torches, Moriarty roughly saw that this was a simple underground prison. Three or four meters in front of the stone steps, there was a

There was a huge cast iron fence with a locked iron gate. Behind the iron fence, there was a closed space of about ten square meters, which was filled with black goblins with ragged clothes and an "overwhelming" smell.

When they saw Moriarty and others coming down, the goblins' faces were full of surprise and uncertainty.

However, what first caught Moriarty's attention was not the nearly a hundred "goblin prisoners", but a black iron cage hanging above the heads of these "sardines". In the iron cage, a middle-aged goblin was handcuffed.

The shackles were tightly tied, and special silver needles were inserted into several parts of the body. When Moriarty looked at him, the goblin in the iron cage looked back at him calmly. He neither struggled nor

Not excited, but his eyes were full of deep questions and confusion.

"Why are you locked up here?" Moriarty retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice to the dungeon.

"Human Master, we, we are all refugees. Because we could not bear the war and labor, we escaped, but we were still trapped." After hearing the question, the goblins in the prison looked at each other for a while, and finally elected the oldest old goblin.

Come out and answer.

"Fugitive? That's it." Moriarty nodded.

Obviously, this unprecedented Civil War not only dealt a heavy blow to the commercial system of the North, but also brought a huge burden to the economic situation of the South, which was not originally prosperous. These goblins in front of me should be those who paid

There are "goblin traitors" who cannot afford the high "armor tax" and "hammer tax", or who can't stand the heavy hard labor and run away. According to the wartime laws of the Goblin Alliance, all rebels will be severely punished.

Punishment can even be death by hanging without a trial.

"Torav, open the cell door and bring these goblins in first." Moriarty and the old werewolf looked at each other and then ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The mid-level Behemoth warrior drew out his scimitar and slashed it down. Immediately, the sharp tip of the knife cut off the chain on the iron door.

"You all come out! Follow me!" Toraf opened the rusty cell door and shouted at the goblin inside.

"Yes...yes...master!"

Seemingly frightened by the power of Beamon's sharp sword, the hundred or so goblins did not dare to make any noise. They bowed their heads and walked out of the dungeon. Then, one after another, they lined up and walked up the stone steps to the ground. And above, there were also

There are other wolf riders waiting to help.

After about ten minutes, all the goblins in the prison left, and only himself and Clausewitz were left in the cave. Moriarty then raised his head again and smiled at the goblin who was still locked in the iron cage in mid-air.

.

"Hello, dear goblin mage. May I know your name and professional level?"

"Henry; fifth-level mage." The goblin also slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, but even such a small movement seemed to involve the "demon-absorbing needle" inserted in his body, making him appear stiff and abnormal.

"Hello, Mr. Todd. I am Moriarty, a third-level human mage from the north. I salute you." According to the tradition of the magical world, Moriarty saluted the goblin mage, and then asked: "Can you

Can you tell me why you are imprisoned in such a filthy dungeon? As far as I know, goblin mages don't need to pay heavy war taxes and perform hard labor, right? What's more, you are still a mid-level magic professional. I don't

I think the magical world in the south has become so prosperous and luxurious that you can kill an intermediate mage at will."

"'Treasures will convict the innocent.'" Henry did not answer Moriarty's question directly, but only plausibly borrowed a goblin proverb to give a vague answer, and then asked directly: "

So, young human mage, why are you here? Come to think of it, the Civil War is unlikely to end overnight, right?"

"Haha, of course not yet." Moriarty shook his head: "It is precisely because of the fierce fighting between the north and the south that I was sent here to complete some disgraceful sabotage activities. After all, your airship is really

It's annoying, so Allied High Command hopes to try to clear some of it."

"Destroy the airship!? Do you mean that you have occupied the entire Duoyun Town?" Hearing this, the goblin mage couldn't help but be stunned: "That shouldn't be the case! That bastard Robert hasn't returned to the front line yet. Just relying on some middle and low-level warriors and

It is impossible for a mage to withstand the counterattack of a high-level mage."

"In fact, our combat power is quite considerable." Seeing the other party's expression of excitement, Moriarty smiled sharply and said: "As for the high-level mage, haha..."

"You killed Robert!?" Looking at the human mage with a plain smile, Henry's expression changed sharply again. It took a while before he finally said: "Mr. Moriarty, I hope to make a deal with you."

"Oh? What kind of deal?"

"I use a secret in exchange for my freedom." Fǎngfo made up his mind, and the goblin mage said slowly and deeply. (To be continued...)

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