Red Blood Dragon Knight

After the New Year’s celebrations passed, the coldest winter had passed. Before I knew it, spring was stumbling and has arrived.

As if overnight, green shoots of tender grass have emerged in twos and threes on the land of Maple Leaf Danlin, and the trendy girls have thrown away their thick robes and can't wait to put on beautiful spring clothes.

Although another squadron of wizards has joined the flight training, the topic of the Ice and Fire Empress Elena did not cool down, but instead became more and more popular.

Whenever the war fortress passed by, the group of idle boys would howl more desperately at the sky.

In short, this is exactly the time when Fengye Danlin people are enjoying peaceful and prosperous life arbitrarily.

But if we let us look away from here, we cross the fertile land in the middle of the continent, pass the countless prosperous cities, fly over the vast expanses of black forest, and finally project into the white mountains thousands of miles away. You will find that this place is completely different from Fengye Danlin.

At this time, in the rolling northern mountains, the coldest days of the year have not passed, and the north wind is crying, and the snow is raging. The ice cubes are as hard as iron.

The whole earth is still silent. There is no sign of recovery.

However, just when the bears were hiding for hibernation, Oldheim, the city of savages hidden in the depths of the mountains, presented a bustling scene.

Tens of thousands of barbarians worked hard under the whip of the overseers to expand this newly emerging city.

There are black human heads everywhere, and the crowd is like ants covering the snowy ground.

They braved the cold, wind and snow, shouted chants, and worked desperately. From time to time, there was a crisp whip sound mixed with screams coming from the wind.

Although the temperature here is still below freezing, the savages are all tired and sweaty. From afar, you can see the smelly white mist rising from them.

Under the ruthless supervision of the overseers, the barbarians were squeezed out of every potential in their bodies, but they could only endure bitterly. Looks numbly buried in work. He ignored the corpses on both sides of the road that hadn't had time to deal with.

They know clearly: Only death can free them from this boundless suffering.

On the edge of a simple work shed at a crossroads in the city, the goblin Silverlight tightly tightened his torn and dirty animal fur, raised his head sadly, and looked at the lead gray sky at a 45-degree angle. I miss my home in Ruman infinitely in my heart.

Although it is not big there, there is only a courtyard with one entrance, but it is not too hot in summer, and it is not too cold in winter. I can eat three full meals there every day.

"For such a long time, the old boy Sha Jin should send someone to find me?" Yin Guang secretly calculated the days in his heart, and muttered softly, "But who knows?"

All goblins know that their worst enemy is not humans who discriminate against them. It's their own kind, especially their fellow villagers, they are the least reliable.

‘The fellow sees the fellow, shoot a shot in the back. "This is the most famous proverb of the goblin family.

"Woo~!" A cold wind blew, mixed with sand and snow particles on Yin Guang's face, painful.

Yin Guang sneezed heavily, then twisted his nose vigorously.

He raised his hand and glanced at it with a sense of accomplishment. Muttered: "Uncle Yinguang is really a genius, he can even twist his nose so much."

Then he flicked it hard and threw it away. Finally wiped his hand on his body.

At this moment, he heard the sound of busy wheels in front of him, and the goblin couldn't help but shake his head and hurriedly looked up.

I saw a group of barbarians pushing a few carts through the small road in front of the goblins in the misty snow and fog.

The dry axle made a squeaky sound, and it made people feel sore.

The savages pushing the cart looked lifeless, with no expression on their faces frostbitten by the cold wind. They lowered their heads like a machine, bent over and worked silently.

Wherever these pallets go. The barbarians around evaded in fear, staying as far away from the vehicle as possible, even the supervisor spit on the ground, cursing: "Unlucky..."

The car was full of dead bodies, some frozen to death, and exhausted ones. Died of illness.

Those stiff corpses were stacked like dry wood.

Due to poor conditions and high-intensity labor, Ordheim kills dozens or hundreds of people every day.

Although born in battle, barbarians who died in battle are used to seeing corpses and even regard death as glory. You can cross the World Tree, return to the arms of the Lord Luohan, and eat barbecue, dance, and drink mead by the fire every day...

But what frightened them was that these corpses were not sent to be buried, but sent to the temple in the city. They didn't know what they were used for in the end. No one had ever seen them come out anyway. It was like an endless black hole, swallowing them all.

There is a legend among the barbarians' hard work: these dead people were all made into ghosts and ghosts by the terrifying black man inside.

For the barbarians, this is something more terrifying than death. Because if the soul cannot return to the Hall of Valor after death, it will never be peaceful.

Unlike the barbarians, the goblin Yinguang saw the vehicle transporting the corpse, his yellow eyes like beans suddenly lit up, and his face showed a "goblin smile", that is, there was only a slit left on his face. A nonchalant smirk. He kept rubbing his hands under the dirty leather robe.

"Business is coming again~!" Yinguang said to himself happily. But then he leaned against the wooden shed very leisurely, pretending to be indifferent.

The barbarian who escorted the corpse convoy at the back first glanced at the goblin, then looked around vigilantly, fell behind quietly before anyone was prepared, and finally chuckled and got into the goblin like a gray mouse. Among the wooden sheds around.

Then the barbarian clings to the corner of the wall, holding his clothes tightly with his hands, as if there is something hidden in it, looking out anxiously.

Soon, the goblin appeared in front of him, wrapped in silver light like a ball.

The barbarian jumped over in one step, squatted on the ground and held the goblin's shoulders, shaking back and forth hard, anxiously said: "Hurry up, I don't have much time."

"Batulu, you dog. What's the urgency?" Yin Guang felt that he was about to fall apart by the barbarian, and cursed inwardly: "Crude barbarian."

He slapped the barbarian's hands away, raised his neck, and put on a sculpted face that pawnshop bosses are used to. Said: "What goods are there today? Let me see first?" The barbarian grinned with a simple face, and then said: "Some and some. These are all good things."

Then he pulled apart several layers of fur, took out a package from the place next to his body, showing the incomplete big yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, there is still a dead ghost hiding some good things today."

The goblin snatched the package and opened it impatiently, only to see a few small pieces of poor gold. Quietly lay a finger-sized demon crystal.

Yin Guang glanced at the barbarian contemptuously, then gently clamped the crystal with two fingers, and took a photo at Kongkong, then grinned, smiled satisfied, and muttered: " I really don't know how this dead ghost got here to the present."

It turned out that these things were all stripped from the dead, and every dead person in the corpse collection team had to carefully check one side, and there would often be unexpected gains.

The barbarian knelt on the ground. The big ugly face showed a pitiful expression, just like a migrant worker asking for a salary from a contractor during the New Year, accompanied by caution. He whispered: "You have also seen things, Yinguang, give me a word."

The goblin re-wrapped the package and stuffed it into his arms. In the barbarian's eyes, he took out two palm-sized pieces of dried meat from his clothes and threw it to the barbarian, like a beggar, and said contemptuously: "Take it."

The barbarian stretched out his hand and grabbed the dried meat. He grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth without saying anything. The hard, stone-like dried meat made a crackling sound in his mouth.

With an intoxicated expression on the barbarian's face, he said vaguely: "Just two? Today is less than yesterday."

Yin Guang glanced at him disgustingly, and said, "Are you not satisfied? Would you like me to change someone to talk to you? How about Master Huck?"

The barbarian was immediately frightened. Huck, that's the most confidant person around the black robe. And everything that touches the black-robed people is extremely terrifying to these barbarians.

He shook his head in panic. Said: "Dare not dare."

"It's good to know." Yinguang licked the dirt in his nails, and said nonchalantly: "The latest news from Nasdaq. Gold has depreciated. Today it still depends on your possession of a magic crystal."

"Yes," the savage licked the corner of his mouth, speaking only innocently.

He also knew that in the **** of Oldheim, the so-called gold and silver, including crystal herbs, were not as important as a piece of meat.

When he was about to starve to death, only food could save his life.

The barbarian wrapped the remaining small piece of bacon in the innermost layer of the fur, pulled the rotten leather cap on his head, and respectfully said: "So, this time tomorrow?"

Goblin Yinguang nodded proudly like a banker, then waved impatiently to signal him to go away.

The barbarian bowed his head and jumped out. Under the cover of the wind and snow, he caught up with his team and nodded to the long-awaited companions.

The goblin Yinguang smiled and squeezed the package in his hands, watching their little movements, and muttering to himself proudly: "This is the survival philosophy of the goblin."

Where there are goblins, there is a black market, and where there are black markets, there are also goblins. This is the instinct that goblins are born with.

Otherwise, they would have been extinct 10 million years ago, thanks to the virtues that goblins were thin, couldn't lift their hands, couldn't carry them on their shoulders, and couldn't do anything.

Despite the difficult conditions, the goblin Silverlight relied on his nature to manage and completely monopolize the black market in Oldheim. After all, with the minds of barbarians, they did not know what the black market was.

The keen mind of the Goblin Silverlight quickly developed this market that no one had set foot in.

Those who can get some small things through their positions become goblins' clients.

They all know that the **** goblin has good things in his hands, as long as you have good things in your hands to change.

But the **** goblin asking price is too cruel. It is always the Shanghai Stock Exchange crashing, the Nasdaq diving, and the inexplicable interface such as the weak real estate in Japan, which is trying to suppress the price.

Today, one piece of red gold can be exchanged for another piece of brown cake, and the next day is only worth a handful of oats.

Speaking of goblins, they all hate the itch. But they are inseparable from the black market of goblins. Because once they leave the goblins, let alone oats, they can't even get a handful of bran.

There were also followers who wanted to rob the goblin's business, but the brave guy was thrown from the mountain that night.

"Something went wrong this week." Yin Guang smiled triumphantly. Can't help but hum a little tune, secretly laughing at the stupid barbarian.

If you want to be a black market, you will only be ruthlessly swallowed by people without the support of officials.

And behind the goblin was the cunning Huck.

"Huh? What is that?" At this moment, though through the heavy wind and snow in the sky, the goblin's eyes glanced at an ominous black shadow in the sky.

Yin Guang hid in an unnoticed corner, widened his eyes, watching the huge black shadow slowly fall from the air.

Through the wind and snow. Its figure became clearer and clearer, with a standard equilateral triangle appearance, black appearance, and a huge body gradually slowing down.

"Hiss~!" The goblin Yinguang took a breath, and exclaimed in surprise: "War fortress~!"

Of course, Yinguang would not consider this to be a fortress of human war. All the features on it indicate that this is a fortress of war for the undead.

Although I don't know how it crossed the oceans and came here tens of thousands of miles away. But this shows that people from the demons' homeland have already contacted the Dark Mage in Oldheim.

The war fortress slowly landed on the square in front of the temple. Despite the heavy wind and snow, the goblin saw several black figures walking out of the war fortress and into the temple.

"It's awful..." Yin Guang imagined that the enemy would make big moves without a strategic mind.

The goblin touched his pointed chin and muttered to himself: "The situation is urgent. The news must be spread as soon as possible."

Yin Guangdan made up his mind and walked quickly back to the warehouse where he lived. First he looked around, then carefully pushed the top of the door from the inside, walked quickly to the corner and pried a stone away. Throw the package in his arms into the pit dug out below.

Here is the silver safe, filled with crystal gems and precious metals.

"But should I do this?" Yin Guang looked at his own harvest secretly worried, except for the people ordered by the Dark Mage, no one can take a step out of Oldheim, and no outsider can sneak in. This is a cage.

"No chance. Just create opportunities for yourself." Yinguang remembered what Lord Lorraine had said on the first day of training for venture capital companies.

"Boom~!" At this moment, there was a loud slamming on the door.

The entire wooden door was shaking violently, and it was in danger of falling at any time.

"You **** goblin, get out of here~!" Huck's impatient voice came from outside the door.

Yin Guang hurriedly covered the stone back, clapped his hands and said, "Here, here comes."

Just unlatching the door latch, before Yin Guang opened the door, the door slammed and was kicked open by Huck, and the goblin Yin Guang fell to the ground.

Huck looked angry and snarled at the goblin with his fist clenched: "Asshole, what are you doing with the door closed?"

A stinking odor rushed towards her face with a spitting star, Yin Guang couldn't help wrinkling her nose, got up from the ground, followed the etiquette of referring to the nobles, and said respectfully: "I am counting your gains, my respected sir. ."

The honorific address of the nobleman made Huck feel relieved. Huck smiled satisfied, sat down carelessly, held his handkerchief and wiped his nose loudly, posing as a big man, saying: "I received today What good stuff?"

The goblin looked at the open door and said quietly, "My lord, the wealth is not revealed."

Huck couldn't help but suddenly realized, he slapped the goblin on the shoulder, and said loudly: "You **** are going to be funny. But I like it. Hahahaha..."

He turned around and wanted to close the door, but he hesitated, and then strode into the room-it is said that the work of closing the door is all done by the people. Uncle Huck is a nobleman, how can he do such vulgar things.

Yin Guang smiled, and then walked over and closed the door, bending over to Huck's ear, mysteriously said: "My lord, today I found a wonderful thing."

Huck's eyes widened in an instant, and his greed and eagerness appeared on his face.

For Huck, the goblin said it was a good thing, and it must be a good thing.

In order to gain Huck’s trust, Yin Guang gave him a lot of rare treasures. Huck also borrowed flowers to present the Buddha and sent it to the Dark Mage. He also asked for a lot of praise, which made him even more domineering in Oldheim. Also looked at the goblins more and more differently.

The goblin walked back to the pile of clutter, pulled out an inconspicuous copper bottle from a pair of messy things, held it in his arms, and sent it to Huck.

"This is the baby you're talking about?" Hada sneered. Although the copper bottle was Ruman's product, it was not so rare.

Yinguang smiled deeply ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ slowly unscrewing the bottle mouth, and a unique aroma of high wine floated out.

Huck's expression changed drastically in an instant, as if he had lost his soul, his flat nose shrugged, he swallowed a mouthful of water, and said blankly: "This is, wine~!"

Huck jumped up and snatched the bottle from the goblin, pushed the goblin to the ground, and poured it into his mouth while holding the bottle.

Liquor, especially high liquor, is something that can drive barbarians crazy, and they can even not even die for a sip.

In the early years, a little wine could occasionally flow into the barbarians’ territory, but because of the severe blockade and transportation difficulties, no one was willing to sell wine to the barbarians. The smugglers preferred the convenient salt.

Seeing Huck's crazy drinking, although the goblin had no expression on his face, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his eyes, and said in his heart: Drink it, and talk to me obediently. I will save this bottle of wine for now, just for today.

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