The Wizarding Age

This is a remote town ruled by goblins.

Bilis hid at the edge of the forest, constantly adjusting the scanning mode of his compound eyes, and carefully and comprehensively analyzing the strangeness of the goblin town in front of him.

There is a 3-meter-high earthen wall outside the town, and a small observation tower is built at the corner. Several goblin warriors are standing on it, holding strange cylinders in their hands and constantly scanning the surroundings of the town.

In the town, you can see many strange races coming in and out, most of which are much taller than the goblin guards beside them. And their common feature is that they have a metal ring made of special materials on their necks.

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 electric light all over their bodies, and then naturally they will be beaten with whips and iron rods.

Bilis was slightly stunned.

Is this still the weak goblin in his impression? When did these green-skinned goblins become so brutal and fierce? Could it be that the way they control other races is to rely on the strange electric shock collar? Then how do they defeat each other and put collars on them...

Billis had countless questions in his mind, but these questions were soon answered by another scene he saw.

Just as Bilis was hiding in the forest and peeping, a huge roar and a harsh noise came from the other direction of the forest, accompanied by a slight tremor on the ground.

It seems... it seems that there are some large creatures moving over there.

Bilis hesitated for a moment, and lurked carefully with the insect army.

This is a small camp opened in the forest.

The middle of the camp is full of thick logs that have just been cut down, each log is as thick as two people hugging.

At the edge of the camp, there are 5 humanoid logging robots that are 3 meters tall and weigh 700 kilograms working hard. And sitting on the logging robot console, it is those short green-skinned goblins who are controlling them to cut down tall trees one by one.

Alchemical puppets or magic dolls?

The all-metal humanoid shell, huge chains, gears and various transmission shafts, exaggerated metal chain saws, and the steam coming out from behind the robot...

It turned out that the huge roar just now was the noise made by this big guy spewing steam and striding forward, and the sharp and piercing sound was the terrible sound of the high-speed chain saw cutting the tree trunk.

One by one, the trees that were more than 20 meters high and could be hugged by two people collapsed in the harsh sound of the chain saw. Then the goblins controlled the logging robots to clear all the branches that were in the way on the tree trunks in just a few strokes. Only then did they use a pair of mechanical big hands to lift the logs and send them to the rear camp.

The five logging robots that were constantly busy obviously had different divisions of labor. Two were responsible for cutting trees, one was responsible for cleaning the trunks, and the other two were responsible for transportation... Under the control of several goblin operators, they had clear divisions of labor and were in order, fully demonstrating an alternative and powerful force.

And the big slaves that Bilis saw in the town were also here. Driven by the goblin guards, they carried logs one by one to the cutting machine operating table in the big house, and then turned the logs into pieces of wood of suitable size in the harsh cutting sound, and finally loaded them for transportation.

After watching the whole process, Bilis realized that this was just a small logging site ruled by green goblins. And those rumblings were not the fighting machines of the goblins, but just auxiliary tools they used for logging.

Seeing this, Bilis's heart was a little heavier.

Seriously speaking, these goblins in front of him are probably just the lowest cannon fodder of the so-called Goblin Empire. If even this group of cannon fodder is equipped with terrible "Hercules", then the basic strength of the Goblin Empire can be easily inferred.

Although this is only a small plane, and the ones who rule the entire plane are just a group of "weak and stupid" goblins. But Bilis suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

This plane does not seem to be as easy to deal with as expected!

However, as a bug wizard from the wizard world, Bilis would not be frightened by the "small" difficulty in front of him. He made up his mind, lurked in the depths of the forest, and began to send some carefully cultivated alien insect scouts to sneak into the goblin logging site.

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Wet woodland.

All I could see were lush tall trees and annoying bushes, and the spaces between the trees were filled with vines that were difficult to cut and thorns that spread everywhere.

The camp was extremely humid, and it was accompanied by noisy and sharp noises. It was simply a dream to want to sleep well in such an environment. So even if Odum plugged his ears with cotton balls, he was still tormented by the terrible noise of the chainsaw and the tremors of the tall trees falling to the ground and couldn't fall asleep.

While cursing in a low voice, Odum 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 finally woke up. That old man Tok has come to see you twice. It seems that he has something very important to report to you..." The guard standing guard at the door of the tent shouted loudly in his ear in a funny tone.

Uldum is the commander of this camp. The five goblin lumberjacks are completely under his command, so he has transformed himself into a green guy with a higher status than the mayor of Beta Town.

Uldum shook his head and then remembered that half a day ago he had sent that Tok father out to investigate the strange phenomenon in the distance. The strange sound that shook the world could be clearly felt even from dozens of miles away.

For no reason, Uldum felt guilty and short of breath. Guided by an inexplicable thought, he immediately sent his most powerful goblin helicopter to investigate there. Now that the other party has come back to report, he must have discovered something special.

Thinking of this, Uldum immediately strode to a wooden hall in the middle of the camp. As expected, the Tok father was anxiously circling the wooden table inside, while the goblin apprentice Mosadin was sitting on one side with a blank look on his face, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet.

"Tell me, Father Tok!" Commander Uldum walked into the wooden hall, sat down in front of the wooden table, and looked at him with a heavy expression: "What kind of news did you bring me this time?"

"Dear Commander, what I brought back this time may not be good news!" Tok's father took off his goggles and clutched his leather hat with a hesitant look on his face.

"Speak, I'm listening..." Uldum's heart sank.

"I think...I suspect...that some alien monsters have broken into our world!" Father Tok tightened his leather hat and finally expressed his thoughts.

The commander suddenly stood up, a nervous look appeared on his green face covered with beige spots, and he asked rapidly: "What kind of monster? What kind of strength? Are there many in number?..."

Nono said, "We went there and saw nothing. We only saw a jungle that was out of control and destroyed."

"Didn't you see anything? Then the monster you mentioned..."

"Although we didn't see anything, 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, Tok's father has rich experience that other goblins cannot match. Therefore, I have no reason not to pay attention to its report. But without any evidence, how can I report it to the superiors?

While hesitating and hesitating, the noise of slaves suddenly came from the camp outside.

"What happened?" Uldum roared 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..."

When he heard the word monster, Uldum's heart trembled, and he immediately took out his short-handled goblin musket from his waist and rushed out in large strides. And Father Tok and Mossaddin also followed him and poured out of the wooden hall.

At this time, the southwest corner of the camp was in chaos.

Twenty or thirty troll slaves were running around in panic, and behind them, they were chasing a strange scorpion the size of a mastiff. Farther away at the edge of the camp, the corpses of three troll slaves were lying there, their throats bitten to a bloody pulp, and they were obviously lifeless.

The moment Uldum and the other goblins rushed out, the sound of firecracker-like musketry sounded in the camp. Seven or eight goblin guards guarding various parts of the camp had already raised their guns and opened fire on the zerg.

Uldum could see clearly that the metal projectiles, driven by the explosion, shot towards 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 away after hitting the black carapace of the strange scorpion.

The part where the strange scorpion was shot either left a deep pit or scratched a deep mark when it slid sideways, but neither of them penetrated the opponent's carapace.

Moreover, Bengfei's projectiles even knocked down two troll slaves who were panicking.

The body of the scorpion, which became even more furious after being attacked, suddenly emitted a layer of earthy yellow smoke, and its body also suddenly disappeared in the smoke. When it reappeared, it was already beside a goblin guard twenty meters away.

Click...

There was a crunching sound that was heartbreaking and leg-breaking, and the terrifying scorpion actually bit off the goblin guard's right leg with the huge jaws in front of its head. Even the half-finger-thick metal armor on the goblin guard couldn't block this terrifying bite force, and he was bitten into his mouth, chewed and swallowed forcefully.

Damn it, the Goblin Musket can't hit it!

"Go quickly, bring me the wood chippers..."

The enraged screams of the Uldum commander immediately rang through the camp.

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