It's a remote town ruled by goblins.
Billis hid at the edge of the forest, constantly adjusting the scanning mode of the compound eyes, and carefully and comprehensively analyzed the strangeness of the goblin town in front of him.
There is a 3-meter-high soil wall on the outskirts of the town, and a small watchtower is built at the corner. Several goblin warriors are standing on it, holding strange cylinders in their hands, scanning the small town. Movement around the town.
In the small town, many strange races could be seen coming in and out, and most of them were much taller than the goblin guards beside them. And their common feature is that there is a metal ring made of special material on the neck.
And once they are disobedient or conflict with the goblin guards, the goblin guards only need to press a strange button in their hands, and these big guys will be knocked down with lightning around them, and then they will be beaten with leather whips and iron rods.
Billis was slightly taken aback.
Is this still the weak goblin in my impression? When did these green-skinned goblins become so cruel and vicious? Could it be that the way they control other races is to rely on that weird electric shock collar? Then how did they defeat each other and put collars on them...
Billis had countless questions in his mind, but these questions were quickly answered by another scene he saw.
Just as Billis was hiding in the forest and peeping, there was a huge roar and piercing noise from another direction in the forest, and it was accompanied by a slight tremor on the ground.
It seems... It seems that there are some large creatures moving over there.
Billis hesitated for a moment, and led the bug army to lurk past cautiously.
This is a small camp in the woods.
The middle of the camp was full of thick logs that had just been felled, and each log was as thick as two people hugging each other.
At the edge of the camp, there are five humanoid logging robots 3 meters high and weighing 700 kilograms working hard. And sitting on the logging robot console, it was the low green goblins who were manipulating them to cut down the tall trees.
Alchemy puppet or magic battle partner
All-metal human-shaped shell, huge chains, gears and various transmission shafts, exaggerated metal chainsaws, and the steaming heat coming out of the robot...
It turned out that the huge roar heard just now was the noise made by this big man spouting steam and striding forward, and the sharp and piercing sound was the terrifying sound of a high-speed chainsaw cutting a tree trunk.
Two people embraced each other, and the tall trees more than 20 meters high collapsed amidst the piercing sound of chain saws. Then the goblins controlled the logging robots to clean up all the branches that got in the way of the tree trunk with just a few strokes. Only then did a pair of big mechanical hands lift the logs and send them to the rear camp.
The five constantly busy logging robots obviously have different divisions of labor, two are responsible for cutting trees, one is responsible for cleaning the trunk, and the other two are responsible for transporting... Under the control of several goblin operators, they have a clear division of labor and orderly Orderly, completely showing an alternative powerful force.
And those big slaves that Billis saw in the small town also exist here. Under the urging of the goblin guards, they hugged the logs one by one to the cutting machine operating table in a large house, and then, with the harsh cutting sound, turned the logs into boards of suitable size, and finally loaded them into the car shipped away.
After watching the whole process, Billis realized that this place was just a small logging camp under the rule of the green goblins. And those rumbles are not the fighting machines of the goblins, they are just auxiliary tools for logging.
Seeing this, the haze in Billis' heart became a little heavier.
Seriously speaking, these goblins in front of me are probably just cannon fodder at the bottom of the so-called goblin empire. If even this group of cannon fodder is equipped with the terrifying 'Hercules', then the basic strength of the goblin empire can be easily deduced.
Although it is only a small plane here, and it is only a group of 'weak and stupid' goblins who rule the whole plane. But an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in Billis's heart.
This plane does not seem to be as easy to deal with as pre-estimated!
But Billis, as a bug witch from the wizarding world, naturally couldn't be intimidated by this 'little' difficulty in front of him. He made up his mind, lurked into the depths of the forest, and began to send some carefully bred zerg scouts to sneak into the goblin logging camp.
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Wet woodland.
There are lush tall trees and nasty shrubs everywhere, and the tree space is filled with hard-to-cut vines and spreading thorns.
The humidity in the camp is extremely high, and it is accompanied by loud and harsh squeaking noises. Trying to sleep well in such an environment is a dream. So even if Uldum plugged his ears with cotton balls, he was still tossed by the terrible noise of the chainsaw and the tremors when the tall trees fell to the ground, making it difficult to fall asleep.
While cursing in a low voice, Uldum turned over and got out of bed, put on his heavy metal boots, and then lifted the tent door and got out of the tent.
"Oh, Commander, you've woken up. That father Tok has come to see you twice, and it seems that he has something very important to report to you..." The guard standing guard at the entrance of the tent said in a funny tone Lying in his ear and roaring loudly.
Uldum is the commander of this camp, and all 5 goblin logging machines are dispatched by it, so it has also transformed into a green-skinned guy with a status higher than the mayor of Beta Town.
Uldum shook his head, and then he remembered that he had sent that father Tok out half a day ago to investigate the vision in the distance. The strange sound that shakes the world can be clearly felt even dozens of miles away.
For no reason, Uldum felt guilty and short of breath. Under the guidance of an inexplicable thought, he immediately sent his most powerful goblin helicopter to investigate there. Now that the other party came back to report, there must be something special.
Thinking of this, Uldum immediately strode into a wooden hall in the middle of the camp. Sure enough, the father Tok was circling around the wooden table anxiously, while the goblin apprentice Mossadin sat on one side with a blank face, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet.
"Speak, Father Tok!" Commander Uldum stepped into the wooden hall, sat down at the wooden table, and looked at the other party with a heavy expression: "What kind of news did you bring back to me this time?"
"Dear Commander, what I brought back this time may not be good news!" Father Tok took off his goggles and held his leather cap in his hand, with a hesitant look on his face.
"Speak, I'm listening..." Uldum's heart sank.
"I think... I suspect... some monsters from other worlds have broken into our world!" Papa Tok tightened his fur hat, and finally expressed his thoughts.
The commander stood up abruptly, a nervous expression appeared on his green face covered with beige spots, and he asked in quick succession, "What kind of monster? What kind of strength? Are there many of them?..."
Nuonuo, who was embarrassed by Papa Toke, said: "We went there and saw nothing, only a jungle that was destroyed after getting out of control."
"Didn't see anything? Then the monster you said..."
"Although we didn't see anything, but with my many years of experience, I can feel that there is a trace of evil that does not belong to our world!"
Commander Uldum sat down again, with a look of hesitation on his face.
As an old goblin warrior who has followed him for a long time, Papa Tok has a wealth of experience that other goblins cannot match. So for its report, I have no reason not to pay attention to it. But without any evidence, how can I report it to the higher-ups!
While hesitating, the noise of slaves suddenly came from the camp outside.
"What happened?" Uldum growled angrily.
A guard guarding the door ran in and reported: "Report...report...report...a monster has come to the camp and has killed two slaves..."
Hearing the word monster, Uldum's heart trembled, and he immediately pulled out his short-handled goblin musket from his waist, and rushed out with great strides. And Papa Tok and Mossadin also rushed out of the wooden hall after him.
At this time, the southwest corner of the camp was already in chaos.
Twenty or thirty troll slaves were running around in a panic, while behind them, a strange scorpion the size of a mastiff was closely chasing. And at the edge of the camp farther away, the corpses of three troll slaves were lying there, their throats were bitten to a bloody mess, and they had obviously lost their lives.
At the moment Uldum and other goblins rushed out, the camp had already sounded like firecrackers and muskets. Seven or eight goblin guards guarding various parts of the camp have already raised their muskets and fired at the Zerg.
Uldum could see very clearly that those metal projectiles, driven by the explosive gunpowder, shot at the body of the strange scorpion at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. But something happened that made it almost scream. Almost without exception, the metal projectiles bounced off after hitting the strange scorpion's black carapace.
The part where the strange scorpion was shot either left a deep pit, or slid sideways and scratched a deep mark, but none of them penetrated the opponent's carapace.
And Bengfei's projectile even knocked down two panicking troll slaves.
The body of the scorpion, which became more and more furious under the attack, suddenly emitted a layer of earth-yellow smoke, and its body also disappeared in the smoke. When it reappeared, it was already at the side of a goblin guard twenty meters away.
click...
There was a crisp sound that made teeth sore and leg soft, and the terrible scorpion directly bit off the goblin guard's right leg with the giant jaw in front of the insect's head. Even the half-finger-thick metal armor on the goblin guard couldn't resist this terrifying biting power, and was swallowed forcefully by it, chewing and creaking in his mouth.
Damn it, the goblin musket won't hit it at all!
"Go, get me all the logging machines..."
Immediately the encampment resounded with the angry screams of the Uldum commander.