A strange world

Chapter 702 Chapter 99. Goblin Treasure House

Annan removed some of the vanity, leaving behind a genuine title.

But the two goblins still couldn't understand it, so they whispered to each other.

"what did he say?"

"He said his name was very long."

"how long?"

"Our stacks are so long together."

"I want to be on top."

"No, I'm here."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Annan changed into a way that they could understand: "I am the envoy of the southern countries."

The goblin chirped: "Proof!"

It was proved that the princess was on the carriage.

But Annan did not want to reveal the identity of the princess. He pointed at himself: "I am the proof."

…

Klein walked in front, Annan walked in the middle dragging the puppet lady and princess on his shoulders, and Lemon was at the back.

Annan stared at Klein's footprints. Every time the pair of steel boots embedded in the leg armor hit the ground, they would leave footprints several centimeters deep in the wet soil, which would then be submerged by the seeping muddy water.

The fog shrouded the surroundings, and if the footprints disappeared, they would soon be lost in the swamp.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing, the humid mist is full of water vapor. Without a spellcaster, you can't even light a fire here. In contrast, the lingering rancid smell is easier to accept.

They encountered several more waves of goblins on the way. After repeatedly explaining their purpose, the team following Annan grew stronger.

Finally, a group of goblins wearing well-fitting leather armor appeared. They should be regular goblin soldiers - the group that created giant golems cannot be a group of goblins who can't even afford clothes.

"I am……"

"I know you, Jack."

The leader of the goblin soldiers, the goblin, even spoke much calmer.

Annan looked surprised. The towns he passed by didn't know him, but the goblins in the Rotten Swamp actually knew about him?

"I heard the goblins of the southern moors were seeking an alliance, so I came."

The goblin soldiers led Annan through a patch of dense pruned thorns to their village.

The goblins of the swamp are scattered in this dark area in the form of villages. The ruined huts made of tree branches, black mud and an unknown brown substance make up this lost village.

In addition to the smell of dampness and decay, there was also a trace of other indistinguishable odors in the air.

Annan worked hard to connect the village in front of him with the group that created the giant goblin golem that was tens of meters high...

Could it be that the goblin emptied the pockets of the goblins, so they were in such a state of despair?

The goblin leader and Dorai showed completely different behaviors - the former seemed to have returned to his hometown, kissing the mud at his feet with tears, and the goblin flowing out made him familiar, familiar and missed.

The urbanized Dorai looked at everything here calmly, looking at the short stature of the goblins in the village, with dark green skin and deep-set eyes, which revealed a cunning and ferocious look.

The leader of the goblin soldiers tried to receive Annan at first, but gave up after Annan bowed his head to enter their largest room, and handed the guest over to the village chief of Mark who came over.

It was an old goblin with wrinkled skin and an ear missing.

The ranger told Annan in a low voice that the hunting records decades ago were goblin ears. After alchemy produced a large amount of these things, they were replaced with goblin skins.

Annan didn't know whether to lament the misery of the goblins or lament that the people here had relied on the goblins to harvest wool for decades.

In any case, the lifespan of a goblin is about the same as that of a human... which means that it is an old man that Annan must also respect.

Although Princess Crimson is over 490 years old.

"Welcome, human. It's been a long time since a friendly human came to my village!" Mayor Mark said excitedly.

"Hello, I am Annan Reeves, Lord of Liberty City. It is Dorai..."

When Annan introduced them, more and more goblins from other villages in the Rotten Swamp arrived.

These "big men" among the goblins are still not that big. They all wear old robes or leather clothes, and at most they wear sparkling rough decorations...

Mayor Mark finally said that eighteen of the thirty-four village chiefs of the Rotting Swamp had arrived.

Seeing the chaos and commotion of a group of goblins that didn't even reach his chest, Annan didn't have much respect left when he saw the giant goblin golem that night...

Annan had to interrupt them and tell them his purpose: "I know that you want to form an alliance..."

"Do you want to form an alliance with us!?" He was interrupted by the goblin again.

"I like Lost City!"

"I would also like!"

"I choose Roxy Province!"

Before the goblins finished dividing the southern kingdoms, Annan said, "I do not represent the southern kingdoms this time, but my own city, Free City."

"city of freedom?"

"What is Liberty City?"

"What is freedom?"

"What is a city?"

"I know, it's a beautiful coastal city!"

Annan, who had a headache from the noise, didn't expect that they actually knew "When Freedom Knocks on the Door"... Huadu hadn't even had time to show this magical video.

Realizing that they would really be noisy all day long, Annan went straight to his request: he was interested in those things invented by the goblins.

These goblins are poor and noisy, but the giant goblin golem never fools anyone.

They agreed to Annan's request and led Annan to their treasure house deep in the swamp - a rising hill.

The first is the bones, sticks, and thorns near the door... These are the weapons of the goblins outside the village.

Then Annan saw the finely crafted weapons: daggers made of tempered thorns, sticks inlaid with arrowheads and sharpened bones...

As they entered the depths of the treasure house, the goblins shut their mouths out of some kind of awe, and Annan finally saw something that slightly interested him.

It was a row of dusty weapons. People outside will be confused when they see it, thinking it is some "special thorns, sticks and bones", but people from the Free City will be familiar with it here, and if they are musketeers, they will pick it up and play with it——

This is a weapon with a musket structure, similar to the magic crystal fire blunderbuss of the scavenger in Breeze City.

"But why is there so much dust?"

The goblin village chiefs who were quite eloquent outside were hesitant and hesitant. Annan guessed that there might be something hidden and moved on.

A huge, silent figure appeared on the edge of the magic lamp.

Annan finally saw the Goblin Golem up close—not the giant Goblin Golem that night. It was much smaller, but still more than half a rai taller than Lemon.

Holding up the magic lamp, the changing light and shadow highlighted the golem's sharp fangs, thick limbs and thick metal armor. Its appearance has the characteristics of a goblin, but it is not short and thin like a goblin.

This is a complete killing machine.

"What do you think of it?" Village Chief Mark asked, observing Annan's expression.

“The boy outside’s dream was to have a wooden sword, but from this moment on it’s no longer…”