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Chapter 36 Chapter 36. The Smart Goblin and the Wounded Goblin

【"Knowledge is power" - Mage】

The preface of the warlock's handbook made Annan think he was reading the master's experience.

【—and I would say that a warlock is power】

The image of an arrogant and arrogant warlock is beyond the paper.

Taking a peek at Soluman Bronzebeard, who had a bushy and neatly braided beard, Annan continued to read the manuscript.

[Mages will say that they have a comprehensive range of magic, but 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 are just greedy for the novelties of mages And useless small spells for life; mages will say they can easily name thousands of magic materials, but never say that the money they spend makes the tax collector laugh from ear to ear...]

——This kind of parallelism filled the first few pages, and the contradiction between mages and warlocks also emerged clearly.But Annan paid attention not to these anecdotes.

Looking out of the window, the snow-capped mountains are still located in the north forever, but Breeze City has long since disappeared behind layers of forests.

[What will a low-level mage do when he encounters an enemy?First of all, he will distance himself, activate defensive spells, apply shield spells to himself, release warning spells along the way, flexibly use the spells he has mastered after spotting enemies, use greasy spells to make the opponent's feet slippery, use faint spells to distract the opponent, and then Use the live rope to imprison him, and finally choose whether to kill the enemy.Each stage is reducing the fault tolerance rate, and facing the problem of exhaustion of magic power]

[Where is a warlock?When encountering an enemy, the low-level warlock will first release Arcane Missiles, then release Arcane Missiles when the distance is widened, look for suspicious places around and release Arcane Missiles, and finally, use Arcane Missiles to deal with the enemy after they are forced to show up question】

[The lack of mastery of spells is our shortcoming?Maybe, but if a warlock and a mage are allowed to release some kind of spell together, the strength must be the highest for the warlock. 】

[This stems from the essential difference between mages and warlocks: all spellcasters have affinity for magic, but warlocks have an additional affinity for certain things.We may be good at conjuration, we may play with evocation...]

When the pure antagonism gradually turned into an intellectual nature, Annan gradually immersed himself in it...

……

Four-way forest fork

The two goblins were guarding the fork in the same way as in previous days.The difference is that today they changed positions.

The goblin holding a book stood by the side of the road, while the other goblin squatted under a tree with a bruised nose and a missing corner of its pointed ear, which was wider than the elf's.

"Evil humans won't listen to you..." said the bruised goblin. "They are cunning and cruel."

"meeting."

"will not"

"meeting."

Their quarrel, which lasted several ten minutes, was interrupted by a carriage coming from the southern fork.

The goblin who flipped through the book held up the wooden sign lying at his feet, on which was written "Free Directions" in Common Tongue.

A wagon with muddy wheels and body stopped in front of two goblins.

"My dear sir, where are you going?"

"How far is the Deathrattle Mountain Range?"

The goblin pointed to the north fork road: "About 270 miles further on, you can see the snow-capped mountains."

The carriage drove away from the side road with a cloud of dust.

"It's no different from me here." The injured goblin said as he glued his ears back.

"Have."

"No."

"Have."

What interrupted their bickering for several minutes was still the carriage coming from the southern fork.

As the caravan of eight or nine carriages approached, a cloud of dust rolled in.

The smart goblin not only didn't stop him, but also stopped his companions from blocking the way and let them pass.

"Why don't you ask them?" demanded the wounded goblin.

"They didn't go to our territory."

"meeting."

The clever goblin, who didn't want the conversation to loop again, said, "I can't explain it to you in your wisdom."

"You can't explain it."

"can."

"No."

"can."

After a while, a car was covered with wind and dust, but its body emblem was still like a brand new carriage approaching a fork in the road.

The wise goblin held up the wooden sign and watched the carriage stop slowly.

"We're going to Breeze City." The groom and guard with a rapier 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 re-moving carriage and landed at the wise goblin's feet.

The injured goblin stared dumbfounded at his companion picking up the silver coin and putting it in his pocket, then continued to flip through the book——

"Give me half." The injured goblin quietly moved to the side.

"It doesn't matter."

"Divide me."

"It doesn't matter."

Not long after, a mercenary group consisting of more than a dozen people, riding war horses and possessing mages, arrived amidst disputes.

The smart goblin was no longer polite and confident. It raised the wooden sign anxiously, looking at at least the leader of the mercenary group of master fighters standing in front of him holding an epee about the same size as it.

"We're going to the Lost Forest."

"You can't—"

The wise goblin covered the brave move of his trembling companion, and said in awe: "Heroic human warriors, this is the Lost Forest, and our goblin home is also in this forest. Welcome all powerful warriors to visit us."

Saying that, the wise goblin pulled his companions out of the way, letting these humans who looked at them weirdly pass.

"Dole! You betrayed the goblin!"

After the mercenary group left, the wounded goblin yelled at his companions.

"No, our clansmen can't beat them together, and you haven't noticed?"

"Found what?"

"They aimed their bows and arrows at us before these humans came over."

The wise goblin quietly looked around, the rustling treetops, the undulating grass, the rippling water pools reflecting the sky... finally turned into the cries of his companions.

Goblins are never brave.

A footstep stepped on the sound of crying.It was a woodcutter in a cloak, carrying firewood, and an axe.

But the smart goblin was more afraid than facing the mercenary group, clutching the wooden sign, his ears drooping, trembling constantly: "Where are you going, adventurer?"

"I am a woodcutter."

"Okay, let us know if you need help."

"unnecessary."

The woodcutter disappeared deep in the forest.

"He's stronger than the leader of that mercenary group..." The wise goblin drooped his ears.

"How did you know?"

"It's in the book."

"let me see."

"No."

"Let me see."

"No."

In the evening, two carriages bearing the emblem came from the direction of Breeze City.

The smart goblin still remembered the car and didn't stop it.But the rear carriage slowly stopped in front of it.

"What book are you reading?" a human boy who looked good even for a goblin asked it curiously.

"The Chronicles of the Goblin Empire," said the wise goblin.

"Where can I find this book?"

"Next time I come, I'll give you a copy."

"Thank you."

The carriage gradually drove away.

……

On a pleasant afternoon, two carriages drove slowly 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 returned to his loyal town of Pinglin.

"Give way!"

At this time, an aunt with a broom drove Annan away from behind.

(End of this chapter)