After hearing the explanations from Master Bronzebeard and the goblin Gallywix, Jobtran couldn't let go of the two new ranged weapons and wanted to hold them in his hands and play with them all the time.
Master Bronzebeard saw this and thought,
"It wouldn't look good to hold them both in your hands."
So he considerately took a belt from the accessories in the stall and handed it to Joet Brown.
“This belt was originally used to store weapons such as darts, but it will do for you now.
Take it.”
Jobtran nodded happily.
"Thank you, Master Bronzebeard,"
Then he immediately changed into new equipment.
Ebony and white ivory, pinned on the waist, one on the left and one on the right.
Just pull it out and shoot.
Although I haven't tried the guns myself, but listening to the goblin's vivid description, I can naturally imagine the power of these two weapons.
His excitement was evident, and he decided to find an open space to practice with the three new pieces of equipment.
At this time, Arnold found Master Bronzebeard's stall with a serious face.
"What were you doing just now? Why is there such a strong energy fluctuation in the magic cave?"
Master Bronzebeard and the goblin Gallywix looked at each other, obviously knowing that they had missed the step of preventing the breath from leaking out when they were making the ebony and ivory, and they had not thought of this when they were testing the gun.
The shot that ebony shot out from the ground exposed the location of the demon cave to some extent.
Both of them subconsciously overlooked this point, which was the spirit of craftsmanship at work.
Every craftsman hopes that his craftsmanship can become world-famous and gain worldwide admiration. This is the subconscious thought of every craftsman.
Now, Master Bronzebeard could only scratch his head in embarrassment.
“We shot two shots at Joet Brown, which made a lot of noise.
What's wrong? "
Arnold shook his head from side to side, frowning.
“It’s hard to explain, Joe Butran, I’m sorry to have to inconvenience you by keeping you in the magic cave for a while.
The Demon Cave is now in a state of complete blockade, and the problems outside are a bit troublesome."
Joet Brown was a little surprised when he heard this. When he was waiting for Bronzebeard to come back, he had taken out his ID card to check his schedule.
The next few days of the schedule are full of classes, and now Selena is in a rather embarrassing state of "amnesia about Joe Butran".
If I continue to skip classes, the impression I leave on Selena will surely be greatly reduced.
"Then my classes in the next few days..."
Joet Brown looked at Arnold as if he wanted to say something, but Arnold ignored him and waved his hand impatiently.
"We'll talk about that later. Gallywix, come with me. I need your help."
Gallywix, who was called out, scratched the only two strands of hair on his head in confusion.
"Ji? What do you want from me?"
"I need you to call on all the goblins, put on your engineering armor, and repair the passage you have punched through.
Also, if I remember correctly, your engineering armor should be equipped with weapons, right
The patrol work during this lockdown period will be temporarily handed over to you."
Upon hearing this, Gallywix patted his chest.
"Jiji, rest assured, leave it to me."
Then he turned around and trotted towards the cave area where he used to live, shouting,
"Young men! Come out and work!"
Then he took out a whistle and blew it.
Immediately, green bald heads emerged one after another from the holes of all sizes in the ground.
A series of chirping sounds were heard, and under Gallywix's command, they were neatly lined up into several small teams, following his orders.
Joet Brown couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. It seems that the bond between goblins is purer than that between humans.
Arnold looked at the goblins busying themselves and nodded with satisfaction, then turned to Master Bronzebeard and said,
"Master Bronzebeard, I have something to entrust to you next. I hope you can help me visit various tribes and ask them to pay attention to whether there are any strange phenomena in the magic cave in the past few days.
If there is anything abnormal, you need to pay attention to it.
We have a big problem in our den now? Who exactly is it? I can't tell you? But you need to pay special attention to the flies? Got it?"
How shrewd a man was Master Bronzebeard? His face immediately darkened when he heard the word "fly".
He asked thoughtfully,
"If it's a fly, wouldn't it be more appropriate to let Shakes deal with it?"
Arnold thought for a moment and shook his head.
"The reason why Shakes hid in the magic cave is naturally because he couldn't tell anyone.
Although Shaks and that person are both demons, it would be inappropriate for him to come forward.
I can’t explain this matter clearly, but you should remind Shakes.”
——
"Lord Baal has come from afar, Merlin is sorry for not welcoming you in person. Lord Baal, please forgive me for the poor hospitality."
Merlin solemnly took off his top hat, placed it on his chest, and saluted the swarm of flies.
All the flies buzzed, but gathered together in an instant, revealing a handsome and evil man.
He was wearing an elegant black tuxedo, but it shone with green in the sunlight.
The green looked like the reflection of metal, but if you thought about it carefully, it was the same green color as the big-headed fly.
"Little Merlin, can you give me a punch
It won’t hurt, and you won’t get hurt, just a gentle punch.
Do you agree? "
He stretched out his right hand and stroked the mustache on his face with his pointed nails.
Merlin thought for a while, then laughed.
"Please show mercy, Lord Baal."
After saying that, he spread out his hands and acted as if he was defenseless.
Baal chuckled softly, and in the next second, he appeared in front of Merlin and lightly punched Merlin on his skinny chest.
Merlin didn't scream in pain, nor was he injured, but Baal had already retracted his fist.
"Alright, alright, revenge is complete."
Baal pulled out a jet-black handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and then dropped it in mid-air.
The handkerchief slowly floated down in the air, becoming larger and larger as it floated.
When the handkerchief fell to the ground, it just covered the body of the priest of the Society for the Savior.
The priest's corpse twitched strangely, and his incomplete soul was pulled out of the corpse by the handkerchief, and the whole corpse strangely turned into ashes after the soul was separated.
Baal opened his fingers slightly, but the handkerchief moved without wind and flew back into Baal's palm unnaturally.
When Baal turned over his hand, he found a black pearl in it.
The priest's soul roars in the pearl,
"Baal, you devil! This is not the revenge I want!"
He placed the pearl condensed from the soul of the priest in front of his eyes and looked at it with disdain. Then he opened his mouth, threw the pearl into his mouth like a child eating candy beans, and began to chew it.
After a while, he rubbed his stomach in dissatisfaction and burped with a strange smell.
"I've already fought, so how can it not be considered revenge
Burp, a stench of holy light, so disgusting."
Merlin watched Baal perform this series of actions quietly without saying a word.
Baal showed such indifference, which meant that he did not come to avenge the priests at all.
The priest's summons was just as Merlin thought, a trigger, a fuse.
The call from the priest opened a convenient door for Baal, allowing him to step into the world openly.
"I wonder what Lord Baal is here for?"
Merlin asked respectfully.
In fact, Merlin is not inferior to Baal in the contest of strength.
In a life-and-death fight, Merlin has a 40% chance of winning, but there is really no need for Merlin to go head-to-head with a being like Baal.
The respect at this time not only expressed the hope that Baal would handle subsequent events in a more peaceful manner, but was also a sign of weakness on Merlin's part.
Although the shrewd Merlin didn't care much about face, he took into consideration the fact that one should not slap someone who smiles at him.
If Merlin offended Baal, he could get away with it, but that didn't mean Baal would let go of other employees and students at Miskatonic University.
So to some extent, Merlin put aside his own arrogance for the sake of the children behind him.
Baal stretched out his right little finger, picked at the gap between his teeth where there was no vegetable leaf at all, and said incoherently,
"I just came to see a fish that slipped through the net."
Merlin tilted his head in confusion.
"Please let me know, Lord Baal."
"More than a decade ago, I raided an orphanage.
Several children who should have died managed to survive. I smelled the scent of one of them, so I stopped by to check it out.”
Baal nonchalantly snapped the nail of his little finger and pouted at the ground.
"...Lord Baal, can you please give little Merlin some face and not kill him here?"
Merlin frowned and asked worriedly.
“I just went to say hello.
If you are worried, just follow me."
After saying this, Baal disappeared and turned into a group of buzzing flies that flew towards the devil's cave.
Merlin's face changed immediately. To Baal, the magic cave was a den of snakes and rats. If Baal rushed in rashly, he was afraid that something bad might happen.
Merlin immediately ran to Baal and stopped him.
"Please stop, Master Baal. The place ahead may not be pleasing to you."
Baal paid no attention to Merlin's obstruction. Instead, he dispersed the swarm of flies and flew into the passage made by the ebony wood.
Merlin stamped his feet in anger, thinking,
“This Baal is really unreasonable!”
Immediately afterwards, they were followed by the swarm of flies that Baal had transformed into.
Baal is a demon and naturally a model of arbitrary behavior.
Without the constraints of a contract, people can do whatever they want.
The goblins were now wearing engineering mechas carrying heavy weapons and set up layer after layer of defensive formations under the command of Gallywix. The teams without weapons were working non-stop using instant paint to repair the large holes caused by the ebony wood layer by layer from the bottom of the cave.
"Chirp, the pipeline has reached the top, chirp."
"Chiji, launch the paint, and then gradually recycle the pipeline."
"Got it, Ji."
The goblins chattered among themselves, but one of them seemed to be in a trance.
"Jiji, don't be lazy, or there won't be any mushrooms for dinner!"
"Ji? Why do I hear so many strange noises?"
The stunned goblin said in confusion.
"What's that strange sound
All I heard was the roar of our machines at work, Ji!"
The leading goblin jumped up and knocked the dazed goblin on the head.
The dazed goblin squatted on the ground with a wronged look on his head, with a big bump on his head.
"Of course there is! Chirp.
And it’s getting closer! Ji!”
The little goblin cried out of grievance and sobbed, touching his head.
Just as the leader was about to jump up and whip again, his ears moved.
He actually caught a strange sound.
The sound was like countless creatures crawling in the pipes that transported the paint.
Although it was hard to hear clearly, the leader of the team gave orders decisively:
"Stop the paint delivery, stop all the machines, chirp!"
When the roar of all the machines stopped, the sound coming from the pipes was so obvious.
The goblin leader's already green face turned even greener, and he suddenly pressed the red button beside him, which symbolized pipeline recycling.
The pipeline lost its mechanical support and immediately fell down naturally. When the local elves looked up, they could not see the sky outside in the passage that had not been repaired yet.
The leading goblin narrowed his eyes and saw that the dark mass in the pipe was approaching at an extremely fast speed!
“Jiji! Enemy attack!!!”
When the enemy attack was reported, all the goblins in charge of maintenance picked up the tools for self-defense.
Whether it was a wrench or a screwdriver, a fire extinguisher or a nail gun, all the goblins had a solemn look on their faces.
Goblins are a race that was once deceived on the continent.
Before they developed spiritual wisdom, people called them greedy goblins.
There are even more vicious warlocks who drive the goblins to do hard labor.
Digging coal, mining, and exploring wild beast caves, these hard and thankless jobs are often completed by goblins who are used as cannon fodder.
The extremely high reproductive capacity of the goblins makes their lives even less valuable. Once a group is consumed, as long as they regenerate, a new group can quickly serve as replacements.
Years of oppression have made the goblins very united, and after they gained intelligence, they have become the target of oppression by other races.
They changed their own destiny with their own wisdom and imaginative creativity.
A large number of heavy weapons and engineering equipment were developed by the goblins, allowing them to gain a foothold on land, but the good times did not last long.
Many gods became bloodthirsty after their fall, and many of the homes that the goblins had built with great difficulty were destroyed.
After years of fleeing and surviving, the goblins have instinctively developed the talent for self-defense.
But at this moment, their instincts kept sounding alarm bells in their minds.
Fear prevails over reason.
When the first goblin dropped his wrench, the others did the same.
They fled in panic because their instincts told them that the enemy attacking them at this time was not one they could fight against at all.
Only by surviving to the end can you continue to carry on the glory of the goblins.
"Haha, cowardly goblin."