Age of Adepts

The silvery-white Kiva sailed leisurely across the long sky.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sky was full of wispy, light clouds.

With the turbulent air currents emanating from the bottom of the cruising mothership, the white clouds were torn and crushed, dragging a miles-long path of clouds behind them.

At the far end of the sky, the setting sun was only half exposed above the forested sea, and the refreshingly soft breeze blew on the face giving it a warm and peaceful smell.

The cruising mothership was far larger in size than the previous floating giant ship, with two football fields of space above the deck alone. But can move freely on it, but only a few dozen people. Most of them were the apprentice sorcerers accompanying the ship, and the rest were also mercenaries and merchants who had gone to Doverland City to make a living.

The one-meter-tall small magic weapon 'Ralph' was circling around Locke like a dumb metal puppet, and from time to time, it even touched him gently with its pincer-like metal hand. It's a very good idea to use a lot of the same tools that you've been using for a long time, but it's not as easy as you might think.

The actual actual time of the day, the actual time of the year, the actual time of the year, the actual time of the year, the actual time of the year. However, it was the most important battle partner of Goblin Demon Armorer Locke.

When encountering a battle, Ralph was able to quickly change its size and switch into true battle mode under Locke's control. At that time, it was 3 meters tall, and its body was covered with wildly rotating blade wheels and energy light blades, making it no weaker than those melee weapons when charging into battle.

When necessary, it could also switch to long-range sniper mode, using its large Magic Ray Gun and improved Goblin Rocket to cover the enemy with fire.

As a result, at least seventy percent of the ten percent of the attack power that Goblin Magician Locke was able to use came from this crazy and tattered-looking Magic Weapon.

Above Locke's head, there was a half-meter diameter floating disc suspended in silence.

At the moment, it wasn't in a state of battle, so the blade wheels on the edge of the floating disc were retracted from the body, and only a metal eyeball was poking out from underneath the body, looking around indiscriminately.

Due to the addition of the magical movement furnace inside, energy was being supplied in abundance, so the cruising mothership had spare energy to raise a transparent force field protection around its hull, blocking out the oncoming high altitude new wind. Otherwise, ordinary humans like mercenaries and merchants wouldn't be able to get a foothold on the flight deck.

Not to mention the typhoon-level strength of the high altitude wind, the temperature loss caused by the airflow alone was enough to freeze a person into a popsicle.

But now, these human mercenaries and merchants were able to stroll leisurely on the flight deck, from time to time leaning over to look at the fleeting forest landscape below them. That kind of comfort, that kind of leisure, was hard to enjoy elsewhere!

As the Rock Wizard propped up his lounge chair and coffee table, cozily enjoying his afternoon tea, a slender, tall, beautiful figure obscured his view.

"Hey, Rock, you're slacking off here again..."

Without opening his eyes, just listening to that soft and sweet voice, he knew that the visitor was his new partner, Magic Archer Sandor.

In the last battle in the Doverland Basin, thanks to Little Rock's desperate rescue, Sandor the Magic Archer didn't get hurt by the fierce demons. As soon as the battle was over, Sandor invited Little Rourke to a bar for a night of drinking.

One by one, the two became friends and partners across races.

Pushing up his dark green goggles, revealing his handsome and charming little eyes, Little Rock waved his little fist in a bad way.

"Stand off to the side, tall man, you're blocking my sun!"

"Cut, with that thick skin of yours, it's useless to stay in the sun for any length of time..."

"What do you care..." the youngest Locke rolled over cozily, letting the warm and beautiful sunlight spread evenly over his back, "It must be no good for you to suddenly come to me when you're not taking care of your face with your own group of sisters! ...Go ahead, what do you want now?"

"Still you know me, hee hee... Shorty, have you heard that there's a bunch of Cato Brappas running around Doverland City again..."

"What? Cato Brappas?" Rock Jr. climbed out of the recliner with a start, "Where is it? Where is it?"

Catoblapas is a demon, ugly and ugly in appearance, with a boar-like head but with a pair of antlers. A thick, tough, hard skin covered with spines, and short, sturdy limbs with strange horseshoes on top.

Under normal circumstances, an adult Cato Brappas was nothing more than a rank 1 magic creature. If it wasn't for their sexual preference to live in groups, they wouldn't be considered a powerful demon at all.

During this period of time, Little Rock was also constantly improving the battle weapons under his command, and the pair of antlers on top of Cato Brappas's head was one of the materials he was desperately looking for. The goblin shop in the White Tower had goods, but the price made him scratch his head. If he could hunt a group of them himself as much as he could, he could save thousands of magic crystals.

So as soon as he heard Sandor's news, Little Rock immediately became anxious.

"Tell me quickly, where are the guys hiding? I've hired two expeditions, neither of which have been able to locate them. Where did you get that information? Is the source reliable?"

In response to a barrage of questions from Little Rock, Sandor stretched her beautiful body in the sunshine and smiled coquettishly, "Never you mind how I got the information, just tell me if you're going or not."

Little Rock hesitated, "Do you have another condition? Let's hear it first..."

"Of course all those idiots are hiding inside the stinking mud swamp, and they want me to go with you to that disgusting place... you'll have to go with me to catch a mandrake first..."

Little Rock instantly understood, "No wonder you've come to me. Mandrake Grass is a fiercely poisonous magic plant that's also good at manipulating vines and plant roots, and only a metal puppet like Ralph can restrain it... Okay, deal, it's settled!"

Hearing the youngest Rock agree, Sandor's face immediately showed joy.

Although Mandrake Grass was fiercely poisonous and its body was full of sticky sap-like blood, it was also an extremely valuable alchemical raw material, producing a medicinal liquid that could be used as a material for scrying. Selling them to the Fate Witch, the price would definitely not be low.

After the two agreed on the terms, Sandor was delighted, lifted Little Rock up and spun it around, kissed it before putting it down, and swayed away with elegant and graceful cat steps.

Two red clouds immediately appeared on Little Rock's little green face.

By now, the cruising mothership had already flown over the Doverland Basin.

The huge hull of the ship obscured a small portion of the sky, and the few three-headed vultures and a flock of white giants that had risen in alarm fled on wings into the distance. The sounds of wild beasts running and chasing were faintly heard in the dark and gloomy Black Forest, and the nearby mountains and forests became frightened.

It was impossible for a cruising mothership of such a large size to land on the ground, and as it lowered its hull smoothly and hovered a hundred meters above the Doverland Basin, dozens of goblin airships of various shapes and sizes flew up from the flight deck and slowly descended to the basin below in a roar of steam.

On top of them, they carried nearly a hundred human mercenaries and merchants, as well as a staggering amount of building supplies.

At this moment, the Doverland Basin had become a huge construction site.

As many as two hundred Project Demon Armaments, under the command and control of the goblins, were working hard to level the land and cut down the forest trees. The thick logs of two or three people had been stacked into a small mountain in one corner of the basin, and in a huge clearing cleared out, a tall building full of metal punk style was rising up.

The goblins who were the construction party were wearing helmets and directing an engineered magic weapon in and out of the site, and the whole Doverland Basin was on the verge of boiling over with the confusing dust and noise of the construction site everywhere.

The Kiva cruiser mothership was traveling between the White Tower and Doverland 'city' twice a day, bringing in a large amount of construction supplies and necessities. Thus its arrival also made the Doverland Basin even more crowded.

As soon as he stepped down from the goblin airship with Ralph and the witches, the Rock Wizard was stopped by the goblin headmaster, Jiksil, who was wearing a stiff uniform.

"Lord Locke, if you have time, you would also like to make a run to Papa Marzik's, it seems to have some business for you. Also, Head Steward Thorbin of Venture Capital is looking for you, saying that the secret silver ingots you ordered have arrived..."

Sandor, who was standing on Locke's side, wasn't interested in hearing about these trivial chores between goblins and poked him with her hand.

"Looks like you're going to be busy for a while... Remember, come see me tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, the location... you should know..." with that, Sandor the Magic Archer swayed her body and left straight away.

Since it was too noisy at the construction site, those blood elves stationed in the Doverland Basin had set up a small camp of their own in the Black Forest to the west, so it was natural for Sandor to go there to meet up with some of the sisters she knew after arriving here.

To be honest, it was extremely convenient and convenient in every way to have some like-minded clansmen in a large power. At the very least, Sandor would always have a lot more intelligence information than Little Locke.

After Little Locke waved goodbye to Sandor, he casually grabbed a small goblin whose head only reached his chest to lead the way. With his current fame, there was hardly a goblin in the entire goblin camp that didn't know him.

The little goblin was also apparently one of the many young offspring that the goblin plane had chosen to send out to study, and the Rock Wizard was undoubtedly its inner idol. So bouncing around, the little goblin took Rock Wizard to the goblin shop opened by Papa Marzik.

And after hesitating at the door of the low, narrow shop, Rock finally stepped inside....