Chapter 36 Chapter 36. Smart Goblins and Wounded Goblins
Chapter 36 Section 36. Smart Goblin and Wounded Goblin
Author: I am the right way
Chapter 36 Section 36. Smart Goblin and Wounded Goblin
["Knowledge is power" - Master]
The preface to the Warlock's Notes made Annan think he was reading the magician's thoughts.
【——And I will say, Warlock is power】
The image of an arrogant and arrogant warlock transcends the page.
After taking a peek at Soruman Bronzebeard, whose thick beard was neatly braided, Annan continued reading the manuscript.
[Mages will say that they have a comprehensive range of magic, but they never say that it takes more than ten to dozens of days to build a low-level spell model; mages will say that they are popular with mercenaries, but they never say that mercenaries just covet the novelties of mages.
And useless little life spells; wizards will say that they can easily name thousands of magic materials, but never say that the money they spend will make the tax collector smile from ear to ear...]
——This parallelism bias fills the first few pages, and the contradiction between mages and warlocks also clearly emerges. However, Annan did not pay attention to these anecdotes.
Looking out the window, the snow-capped mountains are still located in the north unchanged as ever, but Breeze City has long disappeared behind layers of woods.
[What will a low-level mage do when he encounters an enemy? First, he will distance himself, activate defensive spells, apply shield spells for himself, and release early warning spells along the way. After discovering the enemy, he will flexibly use the spells he has mastered, using greasy spells.
Make the opponent's feet slip, use the fainting technique to make the opponent lose consciousness, then use the living rope technique to imprison him, and finally choose whether to kill the enemy. Each stage reduces the error tolerance rate, and also faces the problem of magic power exhaustion]
[What about a warlock? When encountering an enemy, a low-level warlock will first release arcane missiles, then release arcane missiles when the distance is widened, look for suspicious places around to release arcane missiles, and finally, after the enemy is forced to appear
Use arcane missiles to solve problems]
[Is it our shortcoming that we can master less spells? Maybe, but if a warlock and a mage are allowed to release a certain spell together, the intensity must be the highest for the warlock. 】
[This stems from the essential difference between mages and warlocks: all spellcasters are affinity to magic, but warlocks are extra affinity to certain specific things. We may be good at conjurations, or we may play with evocations...]
When pure opposition gradually transformed into an intellectual nature, Annan gradually became immersed in it...
…
Four-way forest intersection
The two goblins were guarding the fork in the road as before. The difference was that today they changed their positions.
A goblin holding a book stood on the roadside, while another goblin squatted under a tree. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and a corner of his pointed ears, which were wider than the elf's, was missing.
"The hateful humans won't listen to you either..." said the bruised goblin, "They are both cunning and cruel."
"meeting."
"Won't"
"meeting."
What interrupted their dozens of minutes of bickering was a carriage coming from the southern branch.
The goblin who was flipping through the book held up the wooden sign lying at his feet, with "Free Ask for Directions" crookedly written on it in Common Mandarin.
The carriage, whose wheels and body were stained with mud, stopped in front of two goblins.
"Dear sir, where are you going?"
"How far is the Deathrattle Mountains?"
The goblin pointed to the northern fork: "You can see the snow-capped mountains about 270 miles further."
The carriage drove off the side road with a cloud of dust.
"This is no different from me." The injured goblin said as he glued his ears back.
"have."
"No."
"have."
What interrupted their dozens of minutes of bickering was still the carriage coming from the southern branch.
As this caravan of eight or nine carriages approached, dust billowed in the air.
The smart goblin not only did not block it, but also stopped his companions from blocking the road and allowed them to pass.
"Why didn't you ask them?" the injured goblin asked.
"They didn't go to our territory."
"meeting."
The smart goblin, who didn't want the conversation to fall into a loop again, said: "With your wisdom, I can't explain it to you."
"You can't explain it."
"able."
"cannot."
"able."
After a while, a car was approaching the fork in the road, covered in dust but with the emblem on its body still looking like a brand new carriage.
The smart goblin raised the wooden sign and watched the carriage slowly stop.
"We are going to Breeze City." The groom and guard with a thin sword on his waist asked with interest.
"Follow this road to the north, and there is about 210 miles to Breeze City." The smart goblin said politely.
A silver coin suddenly popped out of the carriage that was moving again and landed at the feet of the smart goblin.
The injured goblin stared dumbfoundedly as his companion picked up the silver coins, put them into his pocket, and continued to flip through the book——
"Give me half." The injured goblin quietly moved to the side.
"No distinction."
"Split me."
"No distinction."
Not long after, a mercenary group consisting of more than a dozen people, riding war horses and possessing mages, arrived amid the dispute.
The smart goblin was no longer polite and confident. It raised the wooden sign anxiously and looked at the leader of the mercenary group, who was at least a master warrior, standing in front of him holding a heavy sword about the same size as it.
"We're going to the Lost Woods."
"You can't-"
The clever goblin covered his trembling companion's brave act and said in awe: "Brave human warriors, this is the Lost Forest, and our goblin home is also in this forest. We welcome all powerful warriors to be our guests."
As he spoke, the smart goblin pulled his companions out of the way to let these weird humans who were looking at them pass.
"Dorai! You betrayed the goblin!"
After the mercenary group left, the injured goblin shouted to his companions.
"No, our tribesmen together can't defeat them, and haven't you noticed?"
"What did you find?"
"They had their bows and arrows aimed at us before these humans came."
The smart goblin quietly looked around, seeing the rustling treetops, the undulating grass, the ripples of water reflecting the sky... which eventually turned into the cries of his companions.
Goblins are never brave.
A sound of crying emerged as footsteps stepped on. It was a woodcutter wearing a cloak, carrying firewood on his back, and holding an axe.
But the smart goblin was more frightened than facing the mercenary group. He clutched the wooden sign, his ears drooped, and he kept trembling: "Where are you going, adventurer?"
"I am a woodcutter."
"Okay, let us know if you need help."
"unnecessary."
The woodcutter disappeared deep into the forest.
"He is more powerful than the leader of the mercenary group..." The smart goblin drooped his ears.
"How did you know?"
"It's written in a book."
"let me see."
"No."
"Let me see."
"No."
In the evening, two carriages with emblems on them came from the direction of Breeze City.
The smart goblin still remembered this car and did not stop it. However, the carriage in the back slowly stopped in front of it.
"What are you reading?" a human boy who looked good even as a goblin asked curiously.
"Chronicles of the Goblin Empire," said the wise goblin.
"Where can I see this book?"
"I'll give you a copy next time you come."
"Thanks."
The carriage gradually drove away.
…
On a pleasant afternoon, two carriages slowly drove into the town. Annan couldn't wait to get out of the carriage and looked at the familiar street scene.
The future legendary warlock Annan has returned to his loyal town of Pinglin.
"Give way!"
At this time, an aunt drove Annan away from behind with a broom.
