Chapter 3 Slaves and the City Lord

The Chinese national football team will be scolded by others when wearing golden boots, just like a goblin who is still weak and afraid of death even if it is equipped with Qibao... So, when Gao Sen stood in front of them and easily tore a velociraptor apart, these inferior creatures stripped off their equipment immediately surrendered, and then said everything like a bean.

"Well, Gao Sen can cure children's night cry when they come out!" Looking at the trembling goblins, An Ruoran nodded with satisfaction and turned to face the group of dark creatures resting beside the mangroves. Seeing him walking slowly, the dark elf named Xiang forced himself to hold himself up and bowed to thank him.

"You don't have to be polite, just call me An." Gently holding up the dark elf in the black cloak, An Ruoran also noticed the scars on his arm at the same time - the dense scars had been scarred for a long time, and they looked like they were left by a whip. So that is to say, the slaves mentioned by the goblins just now were not just an insult?

"Yes, we are indeed slaves of these lowly creatures..." After hearing An Ruoran's question, the dark elf, who had always been arrogant, actually sighed with a bitter smile, "It's not just us, the goblin leader has hundreds of slaves, most of whom are us dark creatures."

"What, what?" Before An Ruoran could speak, Naya, who was squatting on his shoulder, raised his hooves in shock, shook his head with a strange face and said, "Are you kidding? Are you actually captured by a group of goblins? Hehe, are those goblins all super-level powerhouses?"

"They are not super-level powerhouses, but they have magical gigos, just like the equipment they just now..." Hearing Naya's laughter, Xiang showed a little anger, but he quickly controlled his emotions and said: "In addition, we were not captured by goblins, but sent to this dungeon after being arrested by the Northern Council Alliance."

According to Xiang, these dark creatures are all declining people in their clan. They were acquired or captured by the Northern Council Alliance for various reasons, and then transferred to the dungeon as slaves. The one who controls this dungeon is a group of goblins who have always been regarded as the most vulnerable creatures - their leader is a super-level demon caster. This goblin demon caster caster caster casts various Kibos to control slaves, including a bracelet that becomes weak when worn.

"Yeah, is this thing?" After looking at the black bracelet on Xiang's left hand, An Ruoran couldn't help but try to touch it, but a ball of erupting flames made him stop immediately. Christine stared at the bracelet silently and pondered slightly: "Mr. Xiang, it is normal for him to sell slaves in the Northern Alliance. However, it is a bit strange that someone actually sold dark creatures to a group of goblins... Well, do you say that goblin leader is a super-level magic caster?"

"That's right, he is a big goblin, his name is Martini." Xiang snorted coldly and spit out the name with hatred. An Ruoran was slightly stunned and couldn't help but touch his chin and said, "Wait, why do I think this name is so familiar? It seems to be heard somewhere... Well, Martini, the dungeon lord who raises underground giant crocodiles in Miluo Reservoir?"

Two months ago, the mage told the clues about the mysterious dungeon before he died, but before he informed the location of the dungeon, he was killed by Nicholas who suddenly appeared. In other words, Christine, the master of Nicholas, should have known the inside story of this dungeon, but judging from her current expression, she doesn't seem to be acting...

After hesitating for a moment, An Ruoran still couldn't help but pull Christine aside and told her the whole story. Christine was stunned for a while and said slightly surprised: "Mr. An, do you mean that this Martini is related to Nicholas? Then, that is, is the person who sold him to the slaves of dark creatures my mother?"

"Well, it's very likely." An Ruoran nodded, but did not say more speculations. Christine had obviously guessed something. She turned her head and looked at Xiang, and suddenly walked towards the goblins. Seeing her bad expression, several goblins who had suffered Gao Sen were even more trembling, and she wanted to find a way to get into the ground.

Therefore, two minutes later, these goblins immediately explained everything well, almost telling whether Maldini had a naked sleeping habit. However, they didn't know who Maldini cooperated with, but every six months, several messengers would arrive secretly. They would provide a large amount of supplies for the dungeon and take away some Maldini's cast Gibbons - of course, these Gibbons are basically weapons and equipment, and their functions are also very strange.

"Is there such a thing?" Christine pondered slightly, and couldn't help but believe An Ruoran's judgment. She studied casting with her teacher since she was a child. She returned to the Northern Alliance a few years ago, and then focused on the casting technique according to her mother's requirements, but she had never heard of anything else. So, if her mother really cooperated with Maldini, that was also a possible fact. However, wouldn't it be too arbitrary to draw this conclusion just by Nicholas appearing?

In fact, Christine hoped that her mother was selling these dark creatures, which was not a big deal. But the problem was that if someone secretly supported this dungeon, what was the purpose of his purchase of a large amount of weapons and equipment? Since his mother served as the speaker, the thirty-six northern territories, which had been loose in the past, gradually formed a joint force, and gradually formed a stable situation in politics and economy. However, at this critical moment, if any ambitious person suddenly started a crime...

As she thought of this, Christine couldn't help but make up her mind to enter the dungeon. Perhaps she had to find some information. She glanced at the goblins and frowned slightly and said, "I'll give you a chance to survive, tell the direction of the dungeon, and then take me in."

Several goblins looked at each other, but they did not explain as honestly as before, but they were so timid that they did not dare to speak. An Ruoran smiled, squatted down and patted their heads and said, "I said, as long as you do as this lady said, there will be no danger. Don't worry, even if you, the leader of Maldini, will be bombarded into a carbon-roasted goblin..."

"Hu, nonsense!" However, the seemingly cowardly goblin actually exploded because of An Ruoran's joke. The goblin wearing simple armor was even more angry and shouted: "You talk nonsense, Your Majesty Maldini will never be defeated. Because he is the messenger from the Tower of Heaven, the messenger sent by the gods to save our goblin tribe!"

Before it could finish its appeal, one arm had directly strangled its throat and lifted it off the ground. An Ruoran suppressed the excitement in his heart, shouted coldly with a solemn face: "Speak again, where is Maldini from? Remember, if you dare to talk nonsense, then..."

Feeling the other party's threat, the goblin finally softened a little. But it still spoke in a proud tone and screamed: "I didn't say nonsense. Your Highness is really an envoy from the Tower of Heaven. Without his magic, how could we have this dungeon, and how could we activate God..."

As if he realized that he had missed his mouth, the goblin with a red face suddenly became stunned and closed his mouth in a hurry. But when he noticed that it seemed to have said some secret, how could An Ruoran stop easily, and sneered again: "What God? If you refuse to say, I don't mind letting this gentleman come to entertain you. Gao Sen, I heard that you can use your palms to break a human bone. Why would you try it now?"

Hearing An Ruoran's words, Gao Sen immediately walked up to him hideously, pressing a stone into powder with his palms together. Seeing this scene, the goblin suddenly looked deserted and his teeth kept making noise. After fully comparing the hardness of the head and the stone, it finally trembled and explained everything.

It turns out that this dungeon is not just a fortress, but a ruin of various magical devices. Maldini established this dungeon decades ago and set up a mysterious tower as his palace. Relying on the energy provided by the mysterious tower, various magical devices in the dungeon can be activated and have a strange effect. For example, there is a magic circle hidden under this swamp, and its effect is to promote the extraordinary development of creatures.

"You mean, this dungeon was built by Maldini, and it was built by one person?" An Ruoran was a little surprised when he heard the goblin's narration. To be honest, he didn't believe that a goblin was a super-level magic caster, but if this guy really built a dungeon alone and a dungeon with various magical devices, then it could really be a super-level magic caster... No, maybe it's not just a super-level magic caster!

"So that is to say, maybe it really comes from the Tower of Tongtian?" Looking at the large monsters that were appearing around, An Ruoran suddenly felt his breathing become rapid. He had worked so hard, wasn't it just to find clues to the Tower of Tongtian? At present, as long as he found the Master Maldini, he might be able to know the location of the Tower of Tongtian from its mouth...

As soon as he thought of this, An Ruoran couldn't help but take a long breath and made up his mind at this moment. The next moment, he suddenly let go of the goblin in his palm and smiled and said, "I understand, those gentlemen, maybe you should do me a favor, and take us to see Maldini. Is there any problem?"

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