Age of Adepts

This is a remote town ruled by the goblins.

Invisibly on the edge of the forest, Billis constantly adjusts his reeye scanning pattern to carefully and comprehensively analyze the peculiarities of the small town in front of him.

On the outskirts of the town there is a 3 metre soil fence with a small observation deck set up at the corner, several goblin fighters standing on top, holding a strange cylinder in their hand and watching the movement around the town.

In small towns, a number of strange races can be seen entering and leaving, the vast majority of which are much higher than the geophysical guards beside them. And what they have in common is a metal ring with a special material around the neck.

And once they fail to obey or clash with the geoguards, the geoguards simply have to press one of the strange buttons in their hand, and these big guys will be knocked down around with electricity, and then naturally beaten with whips and iron bars.

Billis was slightly stunned.

Is this still the weak goblin you think it is? When did these green skins become so brutal? Do they control the rest of the race by relying on that weird shock collar? So what do they do to knock each other down and put their collars on...

Billis raised countless questions, but they were quickly answered by another scene he saw.

Just as Billis was hiding in the woods, a tremendous roar and stinging echo came from the other direction of the woods, accompanied by a slight tremor on the ground.

Seems... there's something big going on over there.

Billis hesitated for a moment and lurked cautiously in the past with the bug army.

This is a small camp in the woods.

In the middle of the camp were piles of rough logs that had just been cut down, one with two people hugging each other.

At the edge of the camp, five humanoid logging robots, 3 metres high and weighing 700 kilograms, are working hard. And sitting on the logging robot console, manipulating them to cut down a tall tree is just those low green leather goblins.

Alchemy puppet or magic puppet?

Full metal human housing, huge chains, gears and all kinds of driveshafts, exaggerated metal chainsaws, and exaggerated heat coming from the back of the robot...

The loud noise that you just heard was this big guy spraying the noise of a steam giant step forward, and that sharp thrill was the horrible sound of a high-speed chainsaw cutting trunk.

A big tree of over 20 metres collapsed in this stinging chainsaw. The goblins then manipulated the logging robot to clean up all the branches on the trunk in just a few moments. It was only with a pair of mechanical hands that logs were lifted to the rear camp.

The five busy logging robots obviously also have a different division of labour, with two responsible for cutting trees, one for cleaning trunks and the other two for transporting… under the control of a few geotechnical operators, they have a clear division of labour, orderly and completely demonstrating a powerful alternative.

And the big slaves Billis saw in town, here too. Driven by the magician's guard, in a large house, they carried a log onto the cutting machine console and, in the sound of the sting, turned the log into a plank of wood of the right size, which was finally loaded and transported away.

Look at the whole process, Billis, and that's how you see it. It turns out it's just a little logging yard under Green Leather. And those rumblings are not fighting machines for the goblins, they're just aids to logging.

Seeing here, the haze in Billis' mind weighed a little more.

Seriously, I'm afraid these goblins in front of you are just the lowest ashes of the so-called Enlightened Empire. If even these ashes were equipped with the dreaded 'Hercules’, it would be easy to deduce the foundational strength of the Empire.

Though it's only a small surface, it's just a bunch of 'weak, dumb' goblins that rule the whole surface. But Billis suddenly had a bad feeling.

This surface doesn't seem as good as predicted!

But Billis, as a wormwizard from the wizard world, naturally cannot be frightened by the ‘little’ difficulties ahead of him. He set his mind, lurking deep into the forest, and began to send some carefully cultivated alien whistlers sneaking into this fine logging yard.

…………

Wet woodland.

Full of lush tall trees and nasty bush bushes, the tree space is filled with uncut vines and spreading thorns.

The humidity in the camp, coupled with the noisy, sharp noise, makes it a dream to sleep well in an environment like this. So even if Odam stuck his ears in cotton clumps, he was torn to sleep by the horrible echoes of chainsaws and tremors when tall trees fell.

As he whispered and cursed, Odame rolled over and got out of bed, putting on his heavy metal boots, which prompted the tent door to drill out of the tent.

“Oh, Commander, you're awake. That old man Toker has come to you twice, and it looks like he has something particularly important to report to you...” The guard standing at the door of the account is lying in his ear with a funny tone.

Odam is the commander of this camp, and the five finest woodcutters are totally assigned to him, so he has also shifted into a green-skinned guy who is also higher than the mayor of the town of Betta.

O'Dame shook his head and remembered that he had sent that old man Toker out half a day ago to detect distant visions. The strange sounds that shook the heavens and the earth can be clearly perceived even within a few decades.

For no reason, Odam felt a short breath and, guided by an unidentified thought, immediately dispatched his best goblin helicopter to scout there. Now that they're back, there's got to be something special.

With this in mind, Odame immediately came to a wooden hall in the middle of the camp with a massive meteor. If not, the old man Tok was in a hurry to circle around the wooden table, while the apprentice Mossadine sat on his side blindly, seemingly unclear.

“Go ahead, Father Tok!” Commander O'Dame stepped into the wooden hall, sat at the wooden table and looked heavily at each other: “What news did you bring back to me this time? ”

“Dear Commander, this may not be good news for me!” Daddy Tok took off his windscreen, grabbed his leather hat in his hand and hesitated.

“Speak up, I'm listening...” O'Dame was overwhelmed.

“I think… I suspect… that some exotic monsters have already broken into our world!” Father Tok finally said his thoughts when he saved his leather hat.

The commander suddenly stood up and a nervous look immediately appeared on his green face, filled with beige spots. "What monster? What kind of strength? How many are there? …… ”

"We went there and didn't see anything, just a jungle that went out of control and was destroyed," said Father Tok, embarrassed. ”

“Nothing? Then you say monster...”

“Although we didn't see anything, with my years of experience, I could feel that there was a hint of evil in there that didn't belong to our world! ”

Commander O'Dame sat down again, and his face revealed an indecisive look of hesitation.

As an old goblin warrior who has followed him for a long time, Father Tok has vast experience beyond the reach of other goblins. So there is no reason why one should not take its report seriously. But without any evidence, how do you reflect yourself to the top?

Wandering in hesitation, the noise of slaves suddenly came out of the camp outside.

“What happened?” Odam growled ill-humoredly.

A guard guarding the door came in and reported: "Newspaper… Report… A monster has arrived in the camp and has killed two slaves…"

When he heard the word monster, O'Dame shook his heart and immediately drew his short handled sperm gun from his waist and stepped out. And Father Tok and Mossadine followed him out of the wooden hall.

The south-western corner of the camp had become a mess by then.

Twenty or thirty troll slaves are fleeing in panic, and behind them, they are chasing a strange scorpion the size of a dog. On the far edge of the camp, the bodies of three giant slaves were lying there, bitten fleshly by their throats, apparently losing their lives.

Firecrackers had been fired in the camp at the moment the elves, such as Odam, washed out. Seven or eight of the goblin guards guarding the camp have fired guns at the aliens.

It is clear to Odam that those metal bullets, propelled by explosive powder, were shot over the body of a strange scorpion at an elusive rate by the naked eye. But something almost made it scream. Almost invariably, metal bullets fly after hitting the black shell of a strange scorpion.

And the strange scorpion was shot at, either leaving a deep pit or a deep scratch on the side, but it didn't break through each other's crust.

And the collapsed bullets even defeated two panicked troll slaves.

An increasingly furious scorpion body attacked suddenly shook a layer of dirt and yellow soot, and its body suddenly disappeared into the soot. By the time it reappeared, it was already at the side of a gorgeous guard 20 meters away.

Ka Ka...

A crisp sound of teething legs came out, and the horrible scorpion bit the guard's right leg directly with the giant jaw in front of his head. Even that half-fingered metal armor on the guard could not stop this horrible bite, which creaked and chewed into his mouth and forced him to swallow it.

Damn it, the Goblin musket can't touch it!

“Go, get the lumberjacks back......”

Commander O'Dame's angry screams immediately rang in the camp.