The Wizarding Age

The silver-white Chiva passed through the sky leisurely.

It was afternoon, and the sky was full of fluffy, light clouds.

With the turbulent airflow ejected from the bottom of the cruise mothership, the white clouds were torn and crushed, dragging a cloud road several miles long behind it.

At the end of the distant sky, the sunset was only half exposed above the forest, and the refreshing and soft breeze blew on the face, giving people a warm and peaceful feeling.

The cruise mothership was much larger than the previous floating giant ship in terms of size. The deck alone at this moment had enough space as big as two football fields. But there were only a dozen people who could move freely on it. Most of them were wizard apprentices on board, and the rest were mercenaries and merchants who went to Doverland City to make a living.

The small magic machine "Destroyer" more than one meter high turned around Locke like a stupid metal puppet, and occasionally touched him gently with a metal hand like a pliers. And it kept mumbling in its mouth, which mixed with the sound of metal gears, shafts, and levers on its body, giving people a particularly noisy and bustling feeling.

Although the appearance of the "Destroyer" is inconspicuous, even a little tattered, and most of its body is not covered by the metal shell. However, it is the most important fighting partner of the goblin magician Locke.

When encountering a battle, the Destroyer can quickly change its body shape under Locke's control and switch to real combat mode. At that time, it was as tall as 3 meters, with crazy rotating blade wheels and energy light blades all over its body, and it was no weaker than those melee magic machines in charging.

When necessary, it can also switch to long-range sniper mode, using large magic ray guns and improved goblin rockets to cover the enemy with firepower.

Therefore, at least 70% of the 100% attack power that the goblin magician Locke can exert comes from this crazy, tattered and funny magic machine.

Above Locke's head, a half-meter diameter floating disc was silently suspended.

At this moment, it was not in combat, so the blade wheels on the edge of the floating disc were retracted into the body, and only a metal eyeball was protruding from the body, looking around randomly.

Because the magic furnace was installed inside, the energy was fully supplied, so the cruise mothership had enough energy to raise a layer of transparent force field protection around the hull to isolate the high-altitude north wind blowing in the face. Otherwise, ordinary humans like mercenaries and merchants would not be able to gain a foothold on the flight deck.

Not to mention the high-altitude north wind that reached the typhoon level, the temperature loss caused by the airflow alone was enough to freeze a person into an ice stick.

But now, these human mercenaries and merchants can stroll leisurely on the flight deck, leaning over from time to time to look at the fleeting forest landscape below. That kind of comfort and leisure are hard to enjoy elsewhere!

Just as Wizard Locke set up a recliner and coffee table and was enjoying his afternoon tea, a slender and tall beautiful figure blocked his sight.

"Hey, little Locke, you are lazy here again..."

Without opening his eyes, he knew that the person who came was his new partner, the magic archer Sandor, just by listening to the soft and sweet voice.

In the last battle in Doverland Basin, the magic archer Sandor was not injured by the ferocious monsters because of the desperate rescue of little Locke. Therefore, as soon as the battle was over, Sandor invited little Locke to the bar to drink all night.

After a while, the two of them became friends and partners across races.

Pushing the dark green goggles, revealing his handsome and charming little eyes, little Locke waved his little fist unhappily.

"Stand to the side, tall guy, you're blocking my sunlight!"

"Tsk, with your rough and thick skin, it's useless to bask in the sun for a long time..."

"What do you care about me..." Little Locke turned over comfortably, letting the warm and beautiful sunlight evenly sprinkle on his back: "You don't take care of your face with your group of sisters, and suddenly come to me. It must be something bad... Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"You still know me, hehe... Shorty, have you heard that a group of Catoblepas came near Doverland again..."

"What? Catoblepas?" Little Locke got up from the recliner with a start: "Where? Where?"

Catoblepas is a kind of monster, ugly in appearance, with a boar-like head, but a pair of deer horns. A thick and tough hard skin is covered with thorns, and short and sturdy limbs have strange horseshoes.

Under normal circumstances, an adult Catoblepas is just a level 1 monster. If they didn't like to live in groups, they wouldn't be considered powerful monsters.

During this period, Little Locke was constantly improving his combat magic equipment, and the pair of antlers on Catoblepas' head was exactly the material he was looking for. Although the goblin shop in the White Tower had them, the price made him scratch his head. If he could hunt a group of them himself, thousands of magic crystals could be saved.

Therefore, when Little Locke heard the news from Sandor, he immediately became anxious.

"Tell me quickly, where are those guys hiding? I have hired two expedition teams, but they haven't found their whereabouts. Where did you get the news? Is the source of the news reliable?"

Facing Little Locke's series of questions, Sandor stretched her beautiful body in the sun and smiled sweetly, "Don't worry about how I got the news, just tell me whether you are going or not?"

Little Locke hesitated for a moment: "Do you have any other conditions? Let's talk about it first..."

"Of course those idiots are hiding in the smelly mud swamp. If you want me to accompany you to that disgusting place, you have to accompany me to catch a datura first..."

Little Locke understood instantly: "No wonder you came to me. Datura is a demonic plant that is highly poisonous and good at manipulating vines and plant roots. Only metal puppets like the King of Destruction can restrain it... Okay, deal done. ,That `s a deal!"

Upon hearing Little Locke's promise, Sanduo immediately showed a happy look on her face.

Although datura is highly toxic and its body is filled with viscous sap-like blood, it is also an extremely valuable alchemical raw material. The medicinal liquid produced can be used as a material for scrying. Sell ​​them to the Witch of Destiny, and the price will certainly not be low.

After the two agreed on the terms, Sanduo was happy for a moment. She lifted up Little Locke and spun him around, kissed him before putting him down, and swayed away with an elegant and graceful cat walk.

And two red clouds immediately appeared on Little Locke's green little face.

At this time, the cruising mothership had already flown over the Doverland Basin.

The huge hull covered less than half of the sky, and several three-headed vultures and a group of giant white birds spread their wings and fled into the distance. In the dark and gloomy black forest, there were faint sounds of wild beasts running and chasing, and the nearby mountains and forests became frightened.

Even with such a huge size, the cruise mothership could not land on the ground. When it lowered its hull smoothly and was suspended a hundred meters above the Doverland Basin, dozens of goblin airships of various shapes flew from the flight deck. It rose up and slowly descended to the basin below in a roar of steam.

On top of them, there are nearly a hundred human mercenaries and merchants, as well as an astonishing amount of building materials.

At this moment, the Doverland Basin has become a huge construction site.

As many as two hundred engineering magic machines, under the command and control of the goblins, are working hard to level the land and cut down the trees. Thick logs hugged by two or three people have been piled up into a hill in a corner of the basin, and in a huge clearing that has been cleared, tall buildings full of metal punk style are rising from the ground.

The goblins on the construction side wore hard hats and directed the engineering magic equipment to come in and out of the site. There was a lot of dust and noisy construction sites everywhere, and the entire Doverland Basin was about to die.

The cruising mothership Qiwa traveled between the White Tower and the city of Doverland twice a day, transporting a large amount of construction materials and daily necessities. Therefore, its arrival has also made the Doverland Basin more lively.

As soon as he led the King of Destruction and the Smart Ghost off the goblin airship, Wizard Locke was stopped by the goblin general manager Jixir in a straight uniform.

"Lord Locke, if you are free, you would also like to go to Papa Mazik's place. It seems that he has something to ask you. In addition, Director Thorbin of the venture capital company is also looking for you and tells you that you have ordered The mithril ingots have arrived..."

Sando, who was standing next to Locke, was not interested in listening to the trivial matters between these goblins, so she poked him with her hand.

"It seems you have to be busy for a while... Remember, come to me at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. The location... you should know..." After saying that, the magic archer Sanduo swayed and left.

Because they thought the construction site was too noisy, the blood elves stationed in the Doverland Basin opened a small camp in the black forest to the west. Therefore, when Sandu came here, she naturally went there to join some familiar sisters.

To be honest, it is extremely convenient and convenient in every aspect to have some like-minded people in a large force. At least, Sanduo's intelligence information is much richer than that of Little Locke.

After Little Locke and Sando waved goodbye, he grabbed a little gnome that only reached his chest to lead him. With his current reputation, there are almost no goblins in the entire goblin camp who don't know him.

The little goblin is obviously one of the many young people selected to study in the goblin plane, and Wizard Locke is undoubtedly his idol in his heart. So bouncing around, the little goblin took Wizard Locke to the goblin shop opened by Mr. Mazik.

Locke hesitated at the door of the low and narrow store, and finally stepped in...

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