On the first day of the Thunderstorm Month, the five Booms bid farewell to the war fortress and set off for the Rusty Plains where the goblins are located.
The free trade zone along the North Point Lake of the Tiegong River was bustling with activity. Rikka was shopping for fresh ingredients, and besides Christine and Boom, the other three finally met the rumored goblin tribe.
The Wonder House looked increasingly erratic in the drizzle, and the water mist obscured the golden plain behind, making the rusty plain even more mysterious.
The hot meat soup was mixed with a lot of cinnamon powder, and the pumpkin porridge was fragrant. Christine smiled and took the roasted vegetables from Hasta, and did not forget to wipe the corners of the little guy's mouth.
Boom took a sip of the ale, then took a bite of the roasted pig's trotters, and gave Perseus an approving smile. The strong man sitting by the fire nodded slightly, and was very happy that his craftsmanship was recognized by Boom.<
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"Now that we have officially entered the Rust River Plain, let me, the 'old aunt', tell us about the past of the goblin clan."
Christine spread her hands in a self-deprecating manner, indicating that she has lived for more than 400 years. According to the standards of ordinary people, she should be full of children and grandchildren.
Boom grinned when he heard this, but didn't say anything. He would not be stupid enough to dwell on the issue of "women's age". Because this kind of thing can only be joked by Christine herself. If others really say it,
It is estimated that he will have to bear the wrath of the Great Magister, plus the selfishness of a woman.
"Oh, if Sister Christine said that, wouldn't she become an old witch?" Rikka thought of her identity as an ancient ferocious beast, and then she shouted carelessly.
Boom's eyelids jumped wildly when he heard this. He lowered his head and began to count the hairs on his arms. Christine smiled bitterly and sighed, thinking that if it weren't for Rikka, she would probably blow it into dust with the wand of annihilation.
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Taking a sip of the warm and fragrant coffee, Christine's voice sounded again. Although she had not had much contact with the goblins, she was still familiar with their development history.
The goblins, a maverick tribe, believe in the power of technology and disdain professionals. But the reason why they became like this can be traced back to the ancient era of ferocious beasts hundreds of thousands of years ago.
The goblins were originally regarded as earth elemental elves. They lived in forests or hills and lived in harmony with nature all year round. They regarded wild beasts as companions and were shy in front of foreigners, but they were very friendly.
However, one day, the warm sun was blocked by dark clouds. The originally docile beasts roared lowly, and the firelight and howls echoed in the valley for a long time.
The power of the ancient ferocious beast tore apart the sky, collapsed the earth, and blocked streams. Even if you were tens of thousands of meters away, the terrifying aftermath was enough to destroy everything.
Those days were gloomy for the goblins. They were just looking forward to surviving every day, and even their dreams were filled with the torment of war.
In the end, the ancient ferocious beasts fell one after another, and the ferocious reputation of the "Twelve Demonic Beasts" dominated the world, and all forces were able to take a breather.
If you don't have an ax, you'll grind the stones flat. If you don't have the strength, you'll give up building towns and build houses with mud instead. From carefully preserving fire, to marveling at the power of thunder and lightning, from curious about the value of magic crystals, to exchanging it with the orcs for food.
.The goblins were gradually controlled by shaman psychics, and almost became their vassal race several times.
Time advances again, and the dwarves have also become the "superiors" at some point. There are tunnels and mines shaped like spider webs, wooden tracks that make people dizzy, and the dim lanterns. The small and dark lounge.
It is basically a prison. Only by digging out more magic crystal ore can the tribesmen be full.
Creak, creak! The magic crystal finally turned into powder under the dual action of stones and teeth. A skinny goblin huddled in the corner, powdering the magic mirror that these tribesmen had worked so hard to obtain.
, mixed with sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter in a certain proportion, and then stuffed into a wooden tube.
These small wooden tubes were buried silently by the goblins at the entrance of the mine, placed in the rest room of the strong dwarves, and around each prison gate where the goblins were imprisoned. Brown-black viscous liquid (petroleum crude oil)
Like fire snakes that suddenly woke up, they scurried quickly in the mine. Explosions sounded one after another, and the blood of the dwarves dyed the originally dark ore red.
The sun is warm, and the smell of green grass is far more fragrant than the ore. The ore mined by itself is transported back to the tribe in boxes. After forgetting sleep and eating, it is made with a route map that only its own people know. The weak goblin tribe relies on those "small wooden tubes"
", and actually withstood countless counterattacks from the orcs and dwarves.
The appearance of the first cannon was very rough, looking like a giant sausage riddled with holes. But when the first cannonball exploded, the good luck of the orcs and dwarves officially came to an end.
More artillery, bigger and bigger "wooden barrels", trajectory across the sky like meteors. The first dwarf king and the first shaman oracle stood side by side on the rusty plain, silently watching their own legions being destroyed once and for all.
Once again, they were blasted into pieces. However, what made them both helpless was that the goblins seemed to have no intention of surrendering.
"Either get out of the Rusty Plains, or eventually harvest countless skeletons!" This was the response of the goblins, and every word was stained with blood.
The horns of horns buzzed, and battle axes slammed into the soil. The superiors of the three parties shook hands and made peace. The orcs and dwarves provided food to the goblins, and the goblins had to hand over the blueprints of the artillery.
The alien continent has since returned to peace, and the Rusty Plains have been again in the hands of the goblins. The orcs and dwarves are killing everyone because of the goblin artillery, but they don't know that the goblins have already begun the journey of "technological rejuvenation".<
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From clockworks to clocks, from purchasing animal skins in large quantities to airships, from scales to magic cannons. The age of ancient magic has quietly arrived, and the goblins have long been unafraid of threats from any force. Except for those weird-tempered space magicians,
And "Twelve Monsters".
But the first-generation Goblin King did not know how many benefits he had promised, and he even managed to win over a space magician. That night, the main goblin city was almost razed to the ground, but in the end the Goblin King killed the space magician and seized the
Countless array patterns.
But the Goblin King underestimated the obscurity of the space magic circle. Those lines were layered on top of each other, and because they were practiced casually, there was no guarantee of accuracy. Therefore, even after hundreds of thousands of years of practice,
After repeated research, the goblins only strengthened the magic cannon through those incomplete space magic circles, and created some things such as the "Wonder House".
The innocence of the past has long been broken, with dark green skin, black pupils, and pointed ears like an elf. Although greed will be spurned, it can hold what it wants in its hands; although despicable is despicable, it can
Save yourself from too much grievance.
I don’t know since when, the Goblins have become synonymous with “paranoia” and “cunning”. However, due to the power of those technological products, no force dares to step into the Rusty Plains. And after thousands of revisions,
The subsequent magic cannon even frightened many top experts.
Christine's story came to an abrupt end. Boom listened with interest, while Rikka rolled her eyes countless times. As for Perseus and Hastur, there was no reaction at all.
"So there are actually professionals among the goblins, but they rely more on technological products to survive in the world." Boom's sharp comment sounded, and Christine smiled and nodded.
"Uh... Why do people feel that the goblins are all crazy? What is a magic cannon? Is it very powerful?" Rikka tilted her little head and asked with an idiotic look on her face.