Half-elf Ranger

Over the Emerald Fields.

The terrifying dark clouds were like thousands of runaway horses, galloping and dashing in the sky.

The howling wind bent the thick bushes and blew the trees of the Forest of Tranquility.

In this dark cloudy sky, the goblin wizard Malvasia was shrouded in divine brilliance. She looked down at the black army on the ground and said softly, "Goblins are not slaves."

Goblins are not slaves!

Her voice was very soft, but it seemed to contain some kind of divine power.

Vaguely, it was clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.

Goblins are not slaves!

When all the goblins present heard this reverberation with the voice of divinity, whether it was the Five Towns Alliance or the Hobgoblin army, all the goblin warriors and slave cannon fodder were shocked.

Immediately, he threw away the weapon in his hand uncontrollably, and knelt down deeply on the ground in the direction of the goblin wizard.

The goblin race is also a kind of goblin-like, these small, cowardly and timid little guys have the expressions of powerful big men: bear goblins and hobgoblins.

If there is any essential difference between these three types of goblins, a sentence from a slave lord can perfectly sum them up:

If you're looking for elite warriors, hire hobgoblins.

If you want to find hunters, hire goblins.

If you want to find cannon fodder idiots, just hire goblins.

It can be seen from this that the status of goblins in the eyes of the world.

At the same time, they are also slaves and sadistic objects of Hobgoblin and Bear Goblin.

So, the first sentence of the goblin wizard 'Goblins are not slaves! ' When he blurted out, all the goblins instantly resonated.

Aroused one of the most vulnerable points in their hearts.

To put it simply, it is a direct breach of defense.

After all, no race is born willing to be slaves to other races.

The goblin race is ruled by goblins and goblins because they have no gods of their own, and no wise leaders to lead them to independence.

"Goblins are not an evil race, but a wise race." The goblin wizard Malvasia said softly in mid-air.

In the eyes of the world, goblins are selfish and black-hearted little humanoids, who are often motivated by greed and malice to torture other creatures with pleasure, so they are humanoids of the chaotic evil camp.

But few people know that these goblins were all done under the leadership of goblins and hobgoblins.

Over time, this evil thought will be deeply engraved in their blood.

If you want to get rid of the identity of the evil race, the first thing you need to do is to break away from the control of the cousin race and develop a smart civilization that can stand on the mainland.

The only advantage goblins have over emote races is their higher intelligence.

Goblins with amazing intelligence often appear in the goblin group in the wilderness, and some can even successfully become wizards.

Smart race!

When all the goblins present heard this sentence, the goblins with higher intelligence even whimpered in a low voice, and in their hearts, a feeling of a dusty pearl finally glowing rose involuntarily.

This recognition is sometimes more important than slavery.

There is no doubt that this sentence once again struck a chord with all the goblins.

"The goblin's guardian, Martha, will guard all goblins, enlighten them, impart knowledge, and walk out a path of wisdom that is unique to the goblin race. Lead them out of the shadows of bear goblins and hobgoblins, and break free from Magrubier's Brutal rule, overthrow the stubborn class system, regain the power and status that the goblin race should have, and make the goblin race a civilized race.

All goblin bears, hobgoblins and other powers who try to rule and enslave the goblin race will be punished. "The goblin wizard Malvasia looked down at the worshiping goblins, her voice still seemed very light.

At this moment, most of the priests present already understood the meaning of the goblin wizard's words.

"Goblins are not slaves, nor an evil race, but an intelligent race. Martha, the guardian of goblins, will protect all goblins... All goblins, hobgoblins, and other forces who try to rule and enslave the race of goblins will be punished as they should. ."

She is preaching her own teachings.

Each deity has its own teachings.

The true meaning of the doctrine represents the position of the gods themselves, and they rely on their own doctrine to attract believers who can be resonated with.

For example, Gyren Storm, the tracking **** of Thorne's belief.

The Doctrine of the Tracking God: All intelligent beings can coexist in harmony with nature without destroying each other. Don't be afraid of the wilderness, but fall into its arms - the natural way of the wilderness is not the way of evil... There should be a never-ending battle with the enemies of the wilderness.

It is this teaching that is in line with Thorne's belief in protecting the wilderness civilization, so he chose this **** in order to obtain the ranger magic as soon as possible.

The meaning of the teachings just preached by the goblin wizards is to let the goblin race break free from the shackles of slaves, lead them to the path of wisdom, and become a civilized race.

Obviously, this kind of teaching of hers will almost follow in her footsteps as long as it is not a goblin with a problem in her brain.

Therefore, doctrine is crucial to the belief of every human being.

The teachings preached by the goblin wizard Malvasia seem to have some mysterious power.

The moment she finished speaking, all the goblins heard it.

Yep, that's all.

All here refers to goblins in every corner of the world.

From this, it can be seen that the goblin wizard should have used some kind of spell similar to the sound of racial resonance.

This kind of spell can make all the meticulous senses, and vaguely know the preaching of the goblin teachings.

So the goblins of the big goblin camp took the lead in launching a riot.

This riot had already begun when they heard 'Lead them out of the shadows of the bear goblins and hobgoblins and out of the tyranny of Magrubier'.

Countless goblin warriors and cannon fodder slaves seem to have turned into an ogre who only turned on their rage. Don't rush towards the army of the Five-Town Alliance, trying to join their clan.

At the same time, the second ceremony of conferring gods began.

Pray the Holy Word!

All the goblins of the Five Towns Alliance kneeled at the feet of the goblin wizard reverently, and prayed in unison in a voice like madness:

"My lord Martha!

You are the patron saint of the goblin race! You are the patron of the goblin race! You are the embodiment of wisdom! You are the pioneer who led the goblin race to civilization!

My lord Martha!

Your name will be sacred among the goblins! You will be greater than any goblin ancestor! The wisdom of the goblin will turn into your mighty power! The prosperity of the goblin race will make you stronger!

Your kingdom will shelter our souls!

Starting today, the souls of the goblin race will not devote themselves to the battlefield of Shura in Magrubiya! Just believe in the great goddess of goblins and wisdom! Our souls will all be reborn in your kingdom of God!

My lord Martha!

Your kingdom will be exalted! Become a star in the sky! Always protect the goblins! "

...

this moment!

That is, the moment when the goblin wizard's prayer words were finished.

All the goblins in the whole world sensed it, and this sense was stronger than the preached teachings.

Goblins all over the world have undergone puzzling changes at the same time.

In some dark cave in the Emerald Fields.

A strong and cruel goblin was feasting on a half-baked wild boar alone, and a group of little goblins hiding in the corner shivered and watched the goblin eating.

The two **** goblin corpses on the ground were silently telling all the goblins the joyful **** that the goblin bear just felt.

Suddenly, the dozen goblins hiding in the corner seemed to sense something, and their expressions froze in place at the same time, and the fear emanating from their pale red eyes gradually turned into a kind of piety and madness.

Immediately afterwards, these little goblins seemed to be crazy, and at the same time, they picked up the sticks in their hands and rushed to the goblin bears who were eating.

The goblin bear was stunned for a moment, then immediately threw away the food in his hand, picked up the mace and swung it vigorously, and the goblin who charged the fastest burst its skull, twitched a few times, and lay motionless on the ground.

"Roar!"

The goblin bear let out a roar as usual at the little goblins.

However, what he didn't expect was that this time it didn't work at all. The little goblins still waved their simple weapons recklessly and greeted the bear goblins mercilessly.

A stream of blood splattered.

When the strong bear goblin died in this small cave, there were only three of the dozen or so little goblins left.

The three goblins crawled out of the cave with difficulty, regardless of the wounds on their bodies torn by the claws of the bear goblins, and then moved towards the direction of the Forest of Tranquility, kneeling on the ground reverently, like crazy prayers:

"My lord Martha!

You are the patron saint of the goblin race! You are the patron of the goblin race! You are the embodiment of wisdom! You are the pioneer who led the goblin race to civilization!

...

My lord Martha!

Your kingdom will be exalted! Become a star in the sky! Always protect the goblins! "

In the downtown of a certain city in the Southern Kingdom.

"Bite its legs!"

"Pick up its dick!"

"Hurry up and pinch its neck!"

"Come on! If you win this game, this uncle will be rewarded a lot!"

...

On the lively street, a group of people formed a circle. In the open space in the circle, there were two goblins with bare hands rolling and fighting on the ground. The sound came and went, and it lasted for a long time.

Just as a goblin with a ferocious face suddenly pounced on another dying goblin, ready to end its life, his expression suddenly shook, and his expression suddenly let go of the goblin with a dazed expression, and looked away. north.

"Snapped!"

With a loud whip sound, the goblin's back instantly burst into flesh.

"What's in a daze! Hurry up and kill it!" A young nobleman holding a whip yelled viciously at the dazed goblin.

However, the goblin was unmoved, just propped up his weak body, looked to the north in a trance, and finally knelt down deeply on the ground.

at the same time.

Another goblin who was dying was also seriously injured and got up with extreme difficulty.

Under the puzzled eyes of the onlookers, the two goblins kneeled on the ground together reverently, with a whimper, praying in a low voice:

"My lord Martha!

You are the patron saint of the goblin race! You are the patron of the goblin race! You are the embodiment of wisdom! You are the pioneer who led the goblin race to civilization!

My lord Martha!

Your name will be hallowed among the goblins! You will be greater than any goblin! The wisdom of the goblin will turn into your mighty power! The prosperity of the goblin race will make you stronger!

Your kingdom will shelter our souls!

...

My lord Martha!

Your kingdom will be exalted! Become a star in the sky! Always protect the goblins! "

Throughout the world, scenes of the same experience are constantly being staged in wilderness, towns, mining areas, forests and other places where goblins can haunt.

Some people even found that groups of goblins, led by some good goblin spellcasters, were migrating towards the Corina Peninsula.

Some discerning scholars have called this year the year of the rise of the goblins.

The Emerald Wilderness, the periphery of the Forest of Tranquility.

The low dark clouds have become less gloomy, giving everyone in the alliance the illusion that they are about to clear the clouds and greet the dawn of dawn.

The goblin wizard Malvasia floating in the air, the divine radiance surrounding her is slowly growing at an untraceable speed.

The Hobgoblin leader standing on the tower looked at the rebellious goblins that were cleaned up, then glanced at the Hobgoblin priest who was performing the divine descent ceremony, and finally locked his bloodshot eyes on the goblin wizard in mid-air, roaring:

"All troops attack! For the glory of the Almighty! Kill them all! Goblin chops who are beyond their own power! Trying to encroach on the realm of my lord!"

Suddenly, the dark army swept away like a tide.

"Steady! Don't mess up! Deploy a defensive formation!"

The army commanders of the alliance waved command flags and calmly issued orders one after another.

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