Age of Adepts

Just as the three were still plotting their plans, the door of the residence was smashed with a loud banging sound.

The three people inside the house had a cold shiver and looked at each other.

Winnisha was the owner of this room, naturally she had the highest authority here. With a wave of her hand, a light screen floated up in front of her eyes, and what was reflected on it was the scene outside the residence.

Looking at the familiar tall figure on top of the light screen, Winnisha's scarlet mechanical eyes burst with light, and then inexplicably fell silent again.

The tall figure standing outside the door was none other than the Goblin Tearer that Tigure had mastered.

The other two goblin organizers looked at each other, both beginning to sense that things were getting bad and were racing out of control. They had just discussed that Tikuler here, and the other had killed him at the door, and was in standard combat form.

Was this a coincidence?

According to the time, the other party should have just left the Flame Throne and headed straight here, otherwise the timing wouldn't have been stuck so precisely.

Seeing that the two contacts were so frightened and uneasy, Princess Winnisia reprimanded them a few times before waving her hand to let them leave.

Within a secret room of the dwelling, there were several goblin teleporters to different regions, able to avoid the censorship of the Witch Tower, allowing the goblins to come and go freely and stealthily.

After the two goblin organizers disappeared in the goblin teleporter, Winnisha re-stabilized her mind before she strode confidently to the main door and disarmed the residence's witchcraft protection.

The gate opened.

Tigure, driving a goblin ripper rudely crashed open the residence's alloy door and broke in with a rumbling heavy step, followed by a dozen heavily armed battle wizards.

"Tigure, this is my private residence, and you... you have no right to barge in at will!" Winnisha's scarlet mechanical eyes glowed brightly red, and she spread her arms wide to stop the tall metal fiend, questioning angrily.

The goblin tearer lifted its big foot and stepped straight over her head, smashing open the doors of four or five chambers in one breath until it found the goblin teleporters.

These goblin teleporters didn't even belong to the same system as the witches' teleporters, and thus were able to bypass the other party's monitoring and detection. If Winnisha just wanted to make it easy for herself to get in and out, one goblin transmitter in her residence would have been enough.

But now, five expensive goblin teleporters were placed in front of her eyes, to say that Winnisha was only using them to save a few steps, such a cheap excuse to coax those outsiders was fine, but to try to coax Tigre was too childish.

The moment it saw the five goblin teleporters, the Goblin Tearer abruptly froze in place, and Winnisha, who was following closely behind it, was also silent.

Only after a long time did the Goblin Tearer regain its stance and silently wave its hand.

The dozen or so powerful battle demonic weapons that had followed it into the dwelling slowly retreated and closed the door to the dwelling again. But they didn't stay away, instead taking a fighting stance and solidly holding their position.

It was only after another long time that the Goblin Tearer slowly turned around and faced the petite and lovely Princess Winnisha head-on with its hideous and terrifying steel body.

"It's been a long time, Winnisha..." from the hideous metallic body came Tigure's deep and weary voice, "Can you explain to me why these goblin teleporters are here? "

Princess Winnisha's completely metallized body was motionless, even her delicate, perfect mechanical face was devoid of expression.

She apparently refused to answer Tigure's questioning.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Tigure's tone was exasperated and impotent, yet there was undisguised burning.

In response to this questioning from her own admirer, Winnisha finally spoke up.

"Help the goblin clan rise again!"

"By what? By the mercy and charity of the witches? The magic crystals you use are the wizards', the knowledge you learn is the wizards', the space you live in is the wizards'...everything you have is the wizards' too...what exactly do you want to fight the wizards on? With the lives of three hundred million goblins?" The anger in Tigure's chest grew hotter and hotter while its tone grew sharper and it even hissed and growled at the end of the sentence.

"But all of this you say was originally ours! It's the witches who take everything from us and throw the scraps back at us as a reward for our 'loyalty' and 'diligence'. It's not fair! I want to regain everything that is ours now..." and Winnisha finally growled in the face of a hoarse Tigure.

She fisted her hands and growled loudly, throwing her heart out for the first time.

"You sure do think so." Faced with Winnisha, who had finally 'opened up' to her, Tigure instead became less irritable, "So, do you know why I'm here today?"

"It was the tyrant, the evil wizard who took everything from us that sent you..."

"Yes, you may be right about everything. But...what about it? You have been living in the Wizarding World for decades, you should have seen and appreciated the power of the Wizards. Do you think... if Lord Grim doesn't invade and enslave the Goblin Plane, we'll be able to continue on our own?"

Winnisha, who had been transformed into the Roaring Emperor a moment ago, suddenly shut her mouth and chose to remain silent in response.

She was no longer the tiny goblin princess who had sat in the past, but a mechanical witch who had seen and appreciated the outside world. Through a large number of witch books, and through an example she had seen with her own eyes, Winnisha now also clearly understood how closed and self-congested and 'primitive and backward' the Goblin Plane had once been.

As much as she hated to admit it, the civilization she had received and been indoctrinated into over the years made it impossible to avoid the problems that once existed on the Goblin Plane.

Compared to the Wizard World, and the thousands of secondary planes enslaved by it, the Goblin Plane was too weak, too backward!

The only thing within the Goblin Plane that could be commended was probably the astonishing amount of metal resources.

The goblins, on the other hand, are a group of small and weak people who guard the treasure troves of resources but are not strong enough to possess them.

Not to mention the Sorcerer World, even if they encountered a random world of some size, the goblins might not be able to escape their fate of being enslaved and slaughtered.

Moreover, while metal resources were a scarce resource, goblins were not qualified resources, and they were not even qualified to become slaves.

Therefore, the goblin bit was actually quite lucky to have met the Crimson Family and the Grim. At least the Crimson Family didn't use the most barbaric and cruel methods to rule the Goblin Plane, and didn't enslave the goblins to work as miners in terrible conditions.

This could already be considered a blessing in disguise!

But just like Winnisha's status as a princess, she could never get rid of the heavy and damned label she had on herself. As the only remaining noble princess of the goblin royal family, Winnisha had always imagined that the glory and splendor of the goblin empire could continue in her hands.

And this unrealistic fantasy also forced her to pursue that unspeakable 'detachment plan' step by step!

In the past Winnisha had always thought she had done it very stealthily and successfully.

But when Tigure, who was far away from the vortex, suddenly appeared in front of her, she realized with horror that her every move was under the control of the witches.

How much information did the sorcerers have? How many of the core members of the Mighty Council have already leaked out? Will the disengagement plan still work? ........

Just as Winnisha's mind was in turmoil and she didn't know what to do, the goblin ripper cockpit cover opened and Tigure, dressed in a tight leather jacket, jumped down from it, came to her and grabbed its shoulders, gently shaking it, "Wake up, Winnisha. Your plans, your people, are now under the full control of the Crimson Family. Your recklessness, no matter how good your intentions are, will not bring a better future to the goblin clan, and will only lead more goblins to fall into the abyss with you. Turn back, Winnisha, as long as you are willing to give up these illusions, I...I can protect you with my life to continue living..."

Although Winnisha's figure was more petite than Tigure, her 'weakness' was only on the surface. Ultimately, Winnisha also possessed the strength of a Stage 1 Advanced Mechanical Witch at the moment. At such a close distance, it wouldn't be any problem at all to deal with a Tiguler who was no more than a 1st rank intermediate.

Tigure hiding inside the Goblin Tearer might be able to bring out the terrifying battle power of a Tier 2 Advanced. But once it emerged from inside, it would be nothing more than a slightly stronger goblin magic weapon manipulator!

The pair of weird scarlet mechanical eyes on Winnisha's exquisite and perfect little face glowed brightly....

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White Tower High Level.

Within that spacious and bright sorcery hall, Wenliel was sitting on her haunches, silently listening to the old fox Count Wenliel's report.

And in the corner of the hall, Cappy, who had a hyperactive look on his face, was rubbing his hands incessantly.

"What do you mean... that Tigulle has already brought people into the Winnisha residence and then had his men retreat, and it stayed inside alone?" Wenliel's red pupils glittered with a regal light and her voice was cold and harsh as she questioned.

"Yes!"

"There's nothing odd in that Winnisha residence, is there?"

"We monitored her very closely during this time, and almost never saw her contacting the rest of the Magical Energy Society, but the activities of the Magical Energy Society have become increasingly frequent. So... I suspect that there may be some sort of special device within her residence that can communicate with the outside world." Winelier had been assisting Winyl all these years, and had also experienced becoming more and more astute and competent.

"My lord, if I'm right, Winnisha may have some goblin teleporters hidden there."

"Teleporters? What kind of effect?" As soon as she heard the word teleportation, Winrielle's eyebrows furrowed.

"That device only works on goblins and allows for point-to-point short-range teleportation up to 100 miles..."

"Teleporting gnomes?" Winyl's pupils snapped open and stood wide, ordering, "Go, detain Winnisha immediately. If she tries to resist...kill!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"