Red Blood Dragon Knight

~Date: ~October 09~

"Damn it, a goblin?" The mage in a black robe was unabashedly surprised.

Just as the goblin silver light saw a dark mage here, the dark mage here was equally surprised to see the goblin silver light shuddering on the ground and shivering constantly.

One should hide in the dark, study hard in a rotten and dark place alone, and make progress every day.

One should wander around in the busiest and most crowded market, cheating children's lollipops, stealing old lady's egg baskets.

These two races are like water and oil that cannot be blended together. In any case, they should not appear in this barren mountain in a corner of the world.

At this moment, the goblin knew that he could no longer escape, shivering, and desperately squeezing a wretched smile on his face, tremblingly: "Hi... you... hello. Wei... great. , Noble, wise, Master Mage..."

Just like all the humans who encountered goblins, before Silver Light finished speaking, the dark mage's withered face had an expression of disgust, as if seeing a disgusting thing.

His eyes narrowed slightly, with a murderous look in his eyes, interrupting the goblin's flattery, and he sternly said: "Why is a lowly goblin here? Say~!"

Like all people with power, dark wizards have always regarded themselves very high. And it is very clear and very pragmatic to divide the people in the world into three types.

One is to beat them, and that is more noble than them. For example, the gods, for example, the undead high priest.

The second one is to tie them. That is basically equal to them. For example, humans, such as priests. Magician and Paladin.

Although they hostile and curse each other, once they meet each other, they will fight. Divide to death and life. But in any case, they still admit to each other. The identity of the other party and oneself are equal.

And the third one is that they can't beat them. They are lowly, such as treacherous goblins, gray dwarves like idiots, wild elves who never know how to wear clothes...

Among these races, especially the ridiculous race of goblins, the most disgusting.

They are mixed in human society and have a stingy character. Moreover, he didn't take a bath for many years, and his body was stinking, and he made a living by stealing and deceiving.

If someone’s wallet is stolen at the market, as long as you see a goblin around, and then strode over, licking a few mouths, most of you will see that your wallet is from He fell off.

And the tragic character of goblins who are bullying and fearing hardship has aggravated people's dislike of them-the best way to deal with such sordid bones is to be **** them. No matter how tough.

In this situation, people naturally don't have a good face to them-because they have a better attitude towards them. Their first target is you.

As a noble dark mage, in order to show his nobleness, he naturally discriminates against these goblins more than humans.

In their eyes, goblins are even more filthy creatures like pigs in the mud, and even close to them find it unbearable.

Looking at the bone staff almost on the forehead, the goblin's little silver heart is beating violently right now.

The wise goblin Yinguang knew that at this time, he only had to say a wrong sentence ♀ life was gone.

He straightened his neck, swallowed vigorously, and cursed in his heart: "The undead dare to scold others for being mean. You are mean, and your whole family is mean."

The goblin Yinguang carefully organized the language in his heart, and then bowed to the ground, and then slowly said word by word: "Respected, noble, and wise master magician, I... small, small It’s just a trivial businessman."

"Businessman?" The Dark Mage was taken aback, and then he laughed like he heard a funny joke.

The staff in his hand shook and said: "This is really funny. Besides being a thief and a liar, does a goblin have a third profession?"

Goblin Yinguang said anxiously: "That's different, I... small, really a trivial businessman, uh... smuggling businessman."

The Dark Mage groaned for a while, put away his wand thoughtfully, and said, "A smuggler? So, it might indeed be here."

As he said, he waved his hand to a barbarian warrior outside the door, and said solemnly: "Kill him for me, I don't want to dirty my hands."

Yin Guang immediately yelled in fright, "Don't kill me, don't kill me. I...I can pay the ransom, a big ransom~!"

The Dark Mage shrugged and said, "Joke, what's the use of asking for money?"

At this time, the barbarian warrior came in carrying the blood-stained exhaustion, his stubborn eyes fixed on the silver light of the goblin. Then slowly raised the big sword in his hand.

Looking at his posture, it is obvious that he intends to show Yinguang the efficiency that is unique to the barbarian and give him a delight.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a sharp wind sound.

The goblin Yinguang's brain twisted and said loudly: "It is more useful to keep me, I have a smuggling channel~!"

He said, closing his eyes, waiting for the knife to be cut off.

But after a while, he found that there was no pain in his body, and then boldly opened his eyes a thin slit, only to see the long sword hovering in front of his forehead. But just hovering there, it is possible to continue cutting down~!

"There is a decay." The ground was overjoyed, carefully bypassing the long sword in front of him, and rolling up the ground a few steps, came to the front of the Dark Mage, raised his head, looked at him, and said earnestly: "My lord, Killing me is just killing a goblin, but my life is more useful to you than a goblin."

At this time, a savage wrapped in ragged fur, nodding and bowing, with a flattering expression, leaned behind the dark wizard, and whispered: "Respected, wise master, Huck thinks this goblin is right. , Although this guy is dirty and mean, he is always useful.

He is a smuggler. "

The Dark Mage glanced at him strangely, and said: "Smuggling merchants, what good is it for us?"

He desperately wanted to chop off this goblin's dog's head, in fact, if Huck hadn't just signaled it, he would have done so.

At this time, Huck explained patiently: "The customs of our savages are different from other places. Here, smugglers are the most popular customers. Even tribal wars will not hurt smugglers who pass by. .

If that tribe kills the smuggler, it will become the public enemy of the barbarians. "

It turned out that due to the continuous blockade and embargo of the Ruman Empire for hundreds of years, the long-term siege resulted in an extreme shortage of supplies for the barbarians.

Daily necessities such as salt and precious steel are all listed in the top few of the embargo list by the Ruman.

Anyone found to have trafficked and sold these materials to barbarians is a capital crime.

Barbarians can only rely on smuggling merchants who cross the border defense line if they want to obtain these materials. Without smuggling merchants, the life of barbarians will be more difficult.

The position of the natural smuggler in the barbarians became detached. There is a consensus among the barbarians. The killing of smugglers is not allowed.

If the smugglers stop coming because they are in danger of losing their lives, then all the orcs will suffer.

However, smuggling merchants are still a high-risk profession, and from time to time pirates or competitors pretending to be pirates rush over to kill and rob.

This custom has been going on for hundreds of years, and the northern nobles behind the smugglers have also made huge profits from it. Only these places are powerful enough to carry goods across the border.

In the past two years, Russell has stepped up its crackdown on cross-border smuggling, and there are fewer and fewer smugglers who can get into the barbaric territory.

Goblin Silverlight was even the first smuggling merchant in this one year to receive a warm welcome from the barbarians. For the safety of the Goblin Silverlight, barbarian warriors greeted and escorted him throughout.

It can be described as aloof.

After listening to Huck’s explanation, the Dark Mage felt a little loose, and did not immediately order the goblin to be killed.

Huck was secretly delighted. He added a fire and said: "My honorable master, you are our omnipotent god. But your loyal warriors need more and better steel weapons instead of fighting with wooden sticks. Under your wise leadership His subjects need salt to be able to work and not get sick.

This goblin can play unexpected uses. "

The Dark Mage thought for a while, and said: "The work we are doing must be secretive♀ Can a guy trust it?"

Huck hesitated and said, "Let your servant come and ask, respected master."

The dark wizard glanced at the goblin in disgust. Although he wanted to order him to be killed, he waved his hand in the end.

Huck walked to the goblin, squatted down with his back to the dark mage, looked directly at the goblin, and said, "You said you are a smuggler? What proof is there?"

Yinguang's eyes rolled, and he quickly said: "The pile of goods outside is mine. There are salt, gold and silver jewelry, and my entourage should have been caught by you. They can prove that we started from the border."

Huck stared at the goblin tightly and said: "Who is your golden master?"

The goblin froze for a moment. This was asking the owner behind the goblin. It is impossible for a goblin retail investor to cross the border, and there must be a noble and official who can get through the joints of the defending army.

"Go to death if you don't say it." Huck said coldly.

"Hold on," the goblin gritted his teeth and said, "It's Earl Hawke."

Huck's eyes lit up with joy on his face, and he murmured, "It's actually him."

The Dark Mage asked, "Who is this Earl Hawke?"

Huck turned and said respectfully: "Earl Hawke of Ulden, one of the most powerful nobles in the north, family children are all over the Ruman Northern Army. If it were him, crossing the border would be easy."

Huck looked at the goblin and said, "Would you like to serve my master."

When the goblin was hesitating, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Because he saw Huck concealed a number six gesture and had been a profiteer for many years. The experienced goblin instantly understood that this Huck was going to cooperate with him in business, but this insatiable dog thing actually... 60% profit~!

Of course, to hide from the Dark Mage.

There was a sudden joy in the meticulous work. It seemed that Huck, the humble servant, was not as submissive as he was on the surface.

The ground carefully secretly said: That's good, as long as there is a weakness, there are such sleazy aliens among the barbarians with a nerve.

The goblin instantly understood why others were made into a dark knight, and he was still a living person.

"But it's too dark~!" The goblin cursed secretly in his heart, and stretched out four fingers underneath without thinking.

Huck looked cold and said, "It seems that you are a bit reluctant."

Having said that, we must stand up.

The goblin was in a hurry and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes. Of course I am willing. Following the strong is the goblin's rule of survival."

With that, I made a five gesture below.

Huck hesitated for a moment, then squeezed his fist and said with a pun: "You know current affairs well."

Yin Guang cried and said, "Goblins are all pragmatists."

Huck grinned, showing his broken teeth, and said, "Very well, that's all."

then. Jumping up and leaning over to the dark mage, he whispered: "Master, this goblin can stay, and he knows the defenders of Ruman border, which is useful for the master's future cause."

"Will there be a problem?" The Dark Mage still hesitated.

Huck said: "I believe that the master has ten thousand ways to make him obediently obedient. Besides, he is just a goblin, and he can just be crushed to death if he doesn't obey him."

When the Dark Mage heard it, he felt right. A lich under the seat of the undead high priest would hesitate because of a goblin, and it would be a joke.

"Okay. I'll hand him over to you." The Dark Mage paused, then gave Huck a cold glance. Cold voice: "If something goes wrong, I will kill you together."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and walked out of the room without looking at the goblin.

Huck bowed and sent away the Dark Mage obediently, his waist bent face almost touching the ground, until the Dark Mage disappeared outside the house. He straightened his back, then looked at the silver light of the goblin, and suddenly his chest stood up again. An arrogant expression on his face.

With his head held up, he lowered his eyes to look at the goblin, and said arrogantly: "What's your name?"

The goblin knew what to say when, and humbled: "My name is Yinguang. Grandet, Yinguang."

"Hmm." Huck snorted from his nostrils, holding his tone, and said in a strange tone: "Do you know who saved you?"

The goblin was born without a smile. Huck spoke like a landlord's wife in the drama. He was obviously a bun, but he desperately acted like a nobleman.

"It's your honorable Lord Huck." Yinguang said.

Huck's face showed an extraordinary look, and his happy face was rosy. It was the first time he was called your lord. This aristocratic name made Huck very satisfied.

"Since you also know that, as a thank you gift, I respectfully accept the things outside." Harry licked his tongue, his eyes greedy.

I saw him laboriously using the accent of a barbarian to speak the nobles' accent. In the eyes of the goblin, it was so funny and funny.

But the goblin loves his own goods even more. That bunch of things is here in the barbarian, with a total value of about 30,000 or 40,000 gold coins, and he swallowed it in a word.

But now the situation is better than that of people, Yin Guang also resisted only to recognize it, and knew that in the future he had to please this guy.

In terms of social survival, goblins are all top students, Yin Guang smiled flatly, and said, "That's what it should be, a little thank you, it's disrespectful, Huck, you must be a subordinate."

"I'm starting to like you, you mean little guy. Come with me." Huck laughed and turned and walked out of the room.

When he went out, he ordered the goblin's entourage to load all the goods on the workhorse.

The goblin's entourage weakened due to overwhelming shock. When he threw the bag, he suddenly slipped off his horse's back. The bag full of salt fell to the ground, and the fine white salt was spilled on the ground.

Huck was furious and yelled: "Do you dare to treat my stuff like this."

He rushed to punch and kick his entourage, his face was covered with blood, and he ordered: "You pick up all the salt for me, there is a star of salt on the ground, and I will kill you."

The entourage lay on the ground in horror and swept the scattered salt back into the bag. The blood dripping from his face stained the salt grains red.

The goblin sighed in his heart and cursed bitterly: You deserve to be driven to extinction by the Ruman people, but this urinary person can actually climb up, and it's a death reminder.

In bursts of miserable crying and yelling, all the living barbarians, men, women, and children of the Hanzeheim tribe were gathered together, and the dark knight tied them to a string and drove them away. Out of the tribe camp, I don't know where to go.

Other dark knights patrolled the tribe. Any barbarian who was injured and unable to act would come forward and kill him with a knife.

This is also the primitive custom of the barbarians, whether it is the enemy or one's own, they will be killed directly if they are fatally injured.

The scarce barbarian tribe can’t heal them, nor can it feed the dead, so it’s better to just go straight to it than to suffer.

After preparing for most of the night, the goblin Yinguang was also driven out of the camp by the dark knight and into the cold night breeze.

His big green donkey, which was bought at a big price, has been snatched by Huck, and Huck is sitting on it swayingly, humming a barbarian song triumphantly.

Yinguang could only step on his short legs and try his best to follow the team.

The dark knight escorted the prisoners all the way to the north, until noon, before each handed out a piece of food that was as hard as a stone.

Huck used the cookware carried by the goblin to boil a pot of fragrant broth, sprinkled a handful of salt in it, and one person will eat it cleanly.

Then in the afternoon, Yin Guang felt hungry and cold, feeling that he could not walk anymore, waiting for him to hesitate to protest.

The Dark Knight pulled a fallen old man from the team, pushed it to the side of the road and cut off his head with a sword.

The gushing blood melted the snow near the corpse.

The goblin Yinguang immediately covered his mouth, feeling like he had eaten spinach, and his body was full of power.

Huck stood next to the corpse and shouted at the exhausted crowd: "Anything you can't walk ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you should rest forever."

Under this extremely effective encouragement, no one dared to speak out, and obediently continued to rush on.

The goblins were not allowed to rest until midnight. Huck selected a few women from the Hanzeheim tribe and dragged them away. The male barbarian next to him just jumped up and tried to resist, but was ordered to be killed by Huck. .

After walking along the rugged mountain road for four days, I could only eat one meal a day. During this period, the old and weak of the Hanzeheim tribe were eliminated, died on the road, and the rest were exhausted.

Yin Guang felt that his legs no longer belonged to him. If he kept seeing the corpses on the side of the road, Yin Guang would have long been unable to hold on. Although he had suffered many hardships in his entire life, he had never suffered so much.

Finally, the red-faced Huck announced: "We are here."

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