The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

"The Brave () who troubles the brave" Find the latest chapter!

In an underground palace, braziers were placed on the surrounding walls, illuminating the small places.

There's obviously a decent ventilation system here, and the brazier's flames are so strong that it doesn't feel stuffy at all.

Under the firelight, you can see that the surrounding walls are covered with moss, and in some places there are traces of the moss just peeled off, and you can see some stone carving lines.

Dozens of goblins rolled around the tent. Some of them were wearing animal skin clothes, others were very ill-fitting sackcloth clothes, and they held various weapons in their hands, and some even held farm implements.

A goblin was slicing the rope on the tent roll with a knife. The knife was not sharp, and it took a lot of work to cut the rope.

The rope was broken, and the surrounding goblins were ready for battle in an instant, for fear that the two guys inside would burst out.

"brush!"

A wind blade opened the tent cloth from the inside to the outside, and the first one to stand up was Big Sister Gorefiend.

She jumped out and looked curiously at the surrounding goblins and the underground palace.

Immediately after the goblins exclaimed, a young boy with strange horns on his head stood up from the tent cloth.

Charles, who is in the form of a demon, felt that many incredible eyes fell on his corners. He was used to it. When he went to Abyss City a few times, he showed the corners of the atavism phenomenon as the custom, and every time it became a street. The most beautiful boy, and the professors from the medical school wanted to invite him to participate in a certain research.

"Hello everyone!" Charles waved to the surrounding goblins so that they could see the Demon Prince's Ring on his hand.

As a result, as soon as he raised his hand, the goblins immediately stepped up their guard and almost greeted him with a bunch of weapons.

A middle-aged goblin uncle stood up at this time and asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

Charles was startled. This was the way the Demons spoke four or five hundred years ago. It was only heard in operas, and Artoria didn't say that either.

However, there is a big sister with a three-digit age here, and Warfarin replied: "I am the warfarin of the Daohua family of the mule. Where are you from the Demon Emperor's Army?"

The uncle goblin's eyes lit up and hurriedly asked, "Do you recognize Huacha?"

Now it was Warfarin's turn to be surprised, and she immediately replied: "Hua Cha is my father's name, and there are two elder brothers, Hua Wen and Hua Wu, and younger brother Hua An in my family."

Uncle Goblin was obviously relieved, and a slightly relaxed smile appeared on his face.

Then the two of them exchanged passwords and talked about the Warfarin family.

It's just that Charles was unbelievable. Many of the things they talked about were trivial things in life, such as how Warfarin's two brothers were naughty and mischievous. It's impossible for this kind of thing to be passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years. .

If this goblin uncle is a few hundred years old...that would be very problematic. The lifespan of goblins is generally in their early sixties, and seventy or eighty years old are longevity goblins who can receive longevity subsidies. The goblins haven't heard of it yet.

"This is the current Prince Charles." Warfarin introduced Charles at this time.

Charles didn't dare to care, he smiled and nodded to the goblin uncle.

Then he bent down and showed the uncle the ring of the crown prince, as well as the sword of the previous generation demon emperor that he had won in the competition before.

In the eyes of Uncle Goblin, his move was first-class elegant and easy-going, and he immediately felt good.

Uncle Goblin burst into tears after confirming that the two royal tokens were real. He knelt on the ground, raised his hands high and shouted, "It's been five hundred years, we've been waiting for five hundred years!!!"

The surrounding goblins were silent at first, and they threw their weapons into the air one after another and cried.

Charles was confused, but Warfarin stood there thoughtfully.

A scene of extreme joy and sadness appeared. A goblin threw the long sword in his hand into the air. After the long sword fell, the partner next to him stabbed his heart out.

Charles hurried over to prepare for treatment, but who knew that the goblin got up on his own, pulled the long sword out of his body and threw it aside as if nothing had happened, and kicked the daredevil's ass.

"Lie down, I'll help you heal." It was the first time Charles saw such a reckless goblin.

The goblin looked flattered and hurriedly said, "Thank you... Thank you, His Royal Highness, what's the matter with me."

As he spoke, the penetrating wound on his body had healed automatically.

At this time, the goblin uncle came over and invited Charles to sit on the stone chair in the palace.

There was mud on the stone chair, and the uncle said a little embarrassedly: "I have sinned, I didn't know that His Royal Highness was here today. He picked moss and ate vegetables last night and didn't clean it up."

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly wiped the dirt with his hands.

Charles took his hand, looked at the moss growing on the surrounding walls, and asked in surprise, "You just eat this?"

The uncle said with a face ashamed: "It's a sin, I didn't know that His Royal Highness was coming, and I didn't prepare wine and food. It's a big sin."

Charles sat directly on the dirty chair and said earnestly, "Although I don't know about you, I have invited you to eat and drink."

Uncle Goblin was moved to tears, but he walked off the stage after Charles was seated.

The goblins under the stage were already lined up, each with their backs straight, their eyes burning like flames, and at first glance they were elites in a hundred battles.

Uncle Goblin pried open a stone slab on the ground in front of the team, and took out a large box wrapped in animal skins.

After throwing away the animal skins, he walked to Charles with the box in his hands, knelt down on one knee, raised the wooden box above his head, and said loudly, "The Praetorian Guard's 'Holy Relic Retriever Team' is ordered by the Demon Emperor Anna I. Retrieved the Holy Relic of Our Lady in the City of Knowledge, and now dedicate the Holy Relic to His Royal Highness the Prince."

Charles on the stone bench stared blankly at the box in front of him, unable to keep up with the rhythm of the story.

According to legend, this sacred object is the weapon used by the Virgin of the Demon Race, and its weight in the Demon Race is similar to that of the Imperial Seal.

It's just that it was snatched away by the brave more than 700 years ago. Five hundred years ago, the demons sent a team to recapture it from the knowledge city, but this team was surrounded and suppressed by the human side, and finally the sacred object disappeared.

This legend has been circulated on the side of demons and humans. In Chapter 346, Nicholas II and Auston I borrowed its name to let the nobles of the Kingdom of Rerick dig pits in the saline-alkali land.

Apparently, the last goblin squad escaped here with the relic, but somehow they were trapped here for five hundred years.

Charles's hands were trembling with excitement, he reached out and pressed it on the box, and opened its lid a moment later.

A quaint crossbow lay quietly inside, and under the firelight on both sides, you could see the word "Xu" engraved on the side of the crossbow.

Charles took a deep breath, then closed the lid and said, "I won't take the relic."

Uncle Goblin raised his head and leaned against Charles incredulously, his eyes filled with doubt and fear.

They rely on absolute loyalty to guard the sacred relics in this place for five hundred years. Every day they eat the moss in the underground palace and the leaves and wild fruits outside. Attack some adventurers.

Now that His Royal Highness does not accept the holy relic, is it denying their five-hundred-year loyalty?

Charles continued: "I will take you home, and you will hand over the holy relic to the mausoleum of Our Lady."

It took the goblins a few minutes to react, "go home," a word that was too far for them.

It is undoubtedly the highest honor for them to return the holy relic to the Mausoleum of Our Lady.

Charles stood up from the stone chair, took out a piece of red silk from the storage ring that had been exchanged for money when he was in trouble, and spread it, letting Uncle Goblin put the relic on it.

Then he called Warfarin, muttered something like this in her ear, took a piece of paper and wrote something in her hand, and sent her back to the palace in Abyss City.

Charles took out a pile of grain reserves and wine, mainly canned fruits, from the storage ring. He patted Uncle Goblin on the shoulder and said, "Everyone eat something first, and I'll take you back later. Family."

Under his greeting, a group of goblins sat on the ground and ate.

The uncle told their story while drinking.

Five hundred years ago, they fled all the way to this mountainous area, and then relied on the unexpectedly discovered underground palace to avoid human searches~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At that time, they had run out of food and medicinal materials, and they were all injured again. The whole army will be destroyed.

At this time, a **** appeared. He gave these goblin warriors immortality to protect the sacred relics of the demon race. After they completed their tasks, they became their own servants. Another condition was that they could not leave the mountain, otherwise The power of immortality will expire after ten days.

In other words, these goblins will die ten days after they return to Abyss City and return the relic.

Charles frowned, his brain was spinning at a high speed, and who was the **** who was so desperate five hundred years ago that he wanted to find the goblins, of course, the servants?

He asked for insurance, and it turned out to be Reimu.

So Charles began to call the psychic hotline: "Are you busy?"

Reimu: "What's the matter?"

Charles: "Five hundred years ago, you immortalized a group of goblins, but after leaving the mountains, you can only live for another ten days. Can you give them thirty or fifty years of life after they leave?"

...

The opposite side was quiet, there was no feedback at all, and it took a few minutes before the news came back.

Reimu: "Hey...you're really...getting you to do things with you... Forget it, you owe me a favor, I'll let them live another 20 years, no more."

Charles breathed a sigh of relief: "Thanks."

He was surprised that Reimu was so good at talking this time, and thought that he was going to clear the power of faith in his account.

The goblins didn't know what His Highness the Prince had just done, they just thought he was dazed by drinking too much.

Charles made up his mind and asked about the situation of the slime monsters outside.

The goblins said that there is more than one underground palace here. Those slime monsters originally lived in another large underground palace on the hill over there.