"It's here." Silver touched a piece of green moss the size of a palm on the wall. He took out a half-moon-shaped iron piece from his small bag and stuck it to the wall.

The wall suddenly trembled, and the sound of hinges and gears rotating inside were heard.

Hermione pounded the jingle piece in fear and stared at the old fire dragon, fearing that it would rush towards it.

Part of the wall began to slowly retreat, revealing a half-person-high passage.

"It seems to be designed based on the height of the goblins." Silver blinked, "Hermione, go in first."

Silver took the jingle piece and continued to hit it, and the old fire dragon's roar began to become a little puzzled: it did not smell the goblin, nor did the goblin sword cut it.

"Damn it, this fire dragon is quite smart." Just when Silver wanted to give the old fire dragon a fierce move, he found that Hermione had completely penetrated into the passage, so he put away the jingle piece and drilled into the passage.

Without the sound of the jingle piece, the fire dragon was stunned for a while, and then made an angry roar. It knew it was being tricked, and it spitted out flames like it was venting, but it was useless. Hermione and Silver had already drilled into the passage for a distance.

The passage was very long, and Silver felt that he had followed Hermione's waist for at least a thousand meters, because his waist was almost broken.

"I had known that I would have learned Animagus, and it would have been much more convenient to become a cat or a dog." Silver muttered.

"It's just because you lack exercise, Jack." Hermione's ears were pointed, and her posture of walking on her waist was very charming. "Animagus could only become one form, and the hasty choice is wrong."

Silver's eyes began to swim on Hermione, "Oh, not everyone is as flexible as you, my dear."

Even the smart witch Hermione could not guess at Silver's mind that something that was not suitable for children was thinking about in her mind.

Fortunately, the passage had reached its end, and Silver's thoughts had just aroused, but was dispelled by the lights in front of him.

"Oh, Merlin." Hermione exclaimed, "There is such a secret underground in Guling Pavilion!"

"It's the first time I've seen it." Silver was not much better than Hermione. He rushed forward and looked at a tall golden puppet in front of him. It was three or four meters tall, and was full of obscure runes. He held two short axes in his hand. Once it moved, it would be a murderous weapon.

And there are thousands of such puppets in this quite wide place!

"What the hell is this?" Hermione couldn't believe everything in front of her.

"This is the supreme creation of the Golden Legion, the goblins." Silver said, "I think those thousand gold puppets should be here."

"Shouldn't the Golden Legion be a ridiculous legend?" Hermione murmured, "If there were these, how could the goblins be defeated by the wizard?"

"Don't underestimate the power of the wizards at that time. In 1612, many ancient bloodlines were not cut off. Although the Golden Legion was tireless and could repair itself, it was still destroyed by the wizards. According to the records of my family, the Golden Legion was originally made of five thousand gold puppets." Silver excitedly touched the puppet, "Ha, if this puppet was taken out for auction, each one could be sold at a sky-high price. It was all made of gold. It was too luxurious. The ancient fairies who made them would be wasted!"

Hermione couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Jack, even if these puppets are worth a lot of Gallons, you have to have a way to transport them out."

Silver brimmed with boxing, "That's right, let's find a way to move one out first."

"Thieves and robbers are not welcome here!"

An old voice rang out, echoing in the vast underground space.

"Damn it, they are still two wizards! Are all the fairies in the Guling Pavilion dead? You actually let you come here!" The voice became even more angry.

Silver raised his eyebrows, and when he heard the breathless voice, he was probably the real owner he was looking for.

"Spencer, where are you?" Silver shouted.

"The thief and the robber dare to mention my name." The voice said angrily, "I'm here! Do you dare to fight me one-on-one?"

Hermione, who was sharp-eyed, noticed the situation. She pointed to a puppet in the center of the field. The puppet's legs seemed to be tied with iron chains. They walked over.

"Oh, you are Spencer, one of the three commanders of the legendary Goblin Rebellion in 1612." Silver said in a slick tone.

An old fairy with a very long white beard pulled the iron chains on his body angrily, as if he wanted to jump up and punch Silver in the knee.

"Damn thief, robber! I am the leader of the three commanders, not one of them! How did you come here? Do you want to steal the Golden Legion? I tell you, you are dreaming! Are you dreaming and understanding?"

"We'll talk about this topic later," said Silver. "We're here to reach some agreement with you today, which will involve the future of the goblin race." (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!