On the night of the fifth day, Snorri was suddenly startled by a burst of noise. "What's going on outside?" he asked Balin at the door of the room.
"I'll go take a look!" the young consultant agreed.
"The Manticore Butcher Rogoff and the Fatis Knight are back. They have something to report to you!" Bahrain returned soon.
"Please come in, warriors!" Snorri greeted, and soon two men, one tall and one short, walked in. They had obviously experienced several battles.
There were several scratches on the plate armor of the Fatis knight, while Rogoff had no armor protection and had several new wounds on his body.
"Ancestral goddess, Master Snorri, I'm afraid we are in trouble!" The butcher spoke in a hoarse voice.
"To be precise, your convoy may be in trouble. A large number of night goblins have appeared in the leyline network leading to Karak-Azgraz. My people and I are working with the adventurers led by Fatis Knight.
We cleaned up some together, and several friends have found their deaths!" said the butcher.
"May the Ancestor Goddess bless them!" Snorri called out. He knew that Bretonnia's expedition knights and dwarf butchers often cooperated. They all had their own great missions, seeking to defeat the most powerful and deadly enemy.
Fight, and never flinch or run away.
The Butcher vows not to let a dwarf butcher give up beer. The Expeditionary Knight also retains the need for alcohol, so the two will travel together when conditions permit. The Expeditionary Knight can also undertake the task of chasing fleeing monsters.
The Butcher is looking for a death full of honor. Killing the giant beast is a way to die, not the goal. On the contrary, the Expeditionary Knights are looking for the Holy Grail. They hope to attract His attention by killing the giant beast in the name of the Lady of the Lake. Both of them
There is no conflict.
"Night goblin?" A figure appeared in Snorri's mind involuntarily. It was wearing a hooded cloak and holding a gleaming halberd. It was standing on the upper level of Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain that originally belonged to the dwarves.
The people on the throne shouted arrogantly.
"Legend has it that when the dirty green mushrooms first appeared, a group of goblins were born in caves in the World's Edge Mountains. After hundreds or thousands of years of environmental influence, they have also undergone significant changes compared with their kind.
, this subspecies was named night goblins by our ancestors."
Rogoff thought that Snorri didn't understand this race, so he decided to introduce it to the young man in front of him so that he would not suffer a disadvantage in the future.
"Night goblins are all very short in stature, which is consistent with their underground living habits. This group of sinister guys usually travel through tunnels, whether they are dug by themselves or built by us sons of the mountains. They wear
The dark cloak and hood make it easy to hide in the dark underground. Once a traveler or businessman in the mountainous area is discovered, he will come out of the cave to launch a fatal raid." Rogov took the beer handed by Bahrain and moistened his throat. p>
"Due to their natural fear of light, night goblins only choose to go out at night or on cloudy days without the sun. They mainly stay underground, so they fight with us more frequently than their disgusting green foxes and dogs!"
Listening to the manticore butcher's words, the surrounding dwarves nodded. Basically all dwarf families have hatred towards night goblins.
"The tunnels dug by the night goblins are different from ours. It is crude and extremely damp! This makes it convenient for those bastards to place molds to cultivate various poisonous mushrooms. In addition to being used as food and fuel, these poisonous mushrooms can also be used for food and fuel.
Night goblins use it to attract and tame Squiggs."
After Rogoff finished talking about the external characteristics of the night goblins, he began to talk about their living habits. He noticed that the people around him looked at him a little strangely. Snorri suddenly realized why the man in front of him was usually taciturn and oppressed by unforgettable hatred.
The warrior has talked so much today.
"Have they spread the rumor that I like to eat hallucinogenic mushrooms?" Snorri had a headache. He recalled that day when the senior officials of the Horn Castle came to donate money to the Mother Goddess, someone stuffed a few handfuls of air-dried seeds under the oath gold pocket.
Mushrooms...
"Even compared to their green counterparts, night goblins are still very timid. If you ask me, they are not even as good as mice!" Rogoff said for a long time and went to treat the wounds. After all, bleeding to death is not full of honor.
.Fatis Knight took over his words.
"Dear Goddess Chosen, I have to remind you that when night goblins fall into extreme madness, they can not only overcome their timid nature, but also show inexplicable terrifying combat power." Knight Fatis continued.<
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"There is an adventurer called the Goblin Killer in the Human Empire. He believes that usually when the daylight fades and darkness falls, night goblins will be more excited than ordinary goblins."
The words of Knight Fatis attracted Snorri's attention.
"Goblin Killer? What do you say? Is he very good at fighting these dirty and cunning things?" Snorri asked. The dwarves spent a lot of money to form an army of Ironbreaker Warriors to deal with threats from the underground, but if there is a more efficient or cunning force,
Cheaper solutions Snorri would be happy to learn a thing or two.
"I just heard it from hearsay. You know, generally we Bretonnians think that the great Lady of the Lake will not set her sights on the gloomy tunnels and damp sewers. Goblins, no matter how big they grow or how many they are.
It cannot be compared with the Giant and the Minotaur."
Snorri knows this. The expedition knights are almost crazy in their pursuit of large opponents. Wherever they go, they can be called a disaster of giants. Of course, if they are not strong enough, they will also be punished by giants.<
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A widely circulated knight story in the old world is that there was once an expeditionary knight named Don Quixote. After searching for giants but failing to find them, he became so angry that he thought a windmill was a giant beast and launched a challenge.
"Some night goblin shamans will also use poisonous mushrooms to trigger the frenzy of their companions, causing them to happily walk into the battlefield after performing the ritual." Fatis Knight said back to the night goblins.
"These night goblins who have taken the potion are called fanatics. They will use special weapons, that is, they will swing spiked meteor iron balls in constant rotation. Such fast and large-scale attacks will accidentally injure their fellow humans. But underground There is almost nothing in the narrow environment that can withstand such a crazy attack from the night goblin."
There was a look of fear on the face of Knight Fatis. He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die at the hands of such a worthless guy like the goblin.
"While cleaning the battlefield, the faces of the dead fanatics even showed unfinished joy!" Fatis ended his speech.
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