Age of Adepts

Five loggers were manipulated by the geologists, waving chainsaws and iron fists, walking at the heavy steps of rocking the mountain and rushing towards the different insect.

The alien just behaved unscrupulously and collided, but as soon as he saw a goose spraying hot water vapor towards him, he turned into a cunning fox and began to hide in the logging yard.

The chopped pile of logs became its best bunker.

Different insects are even about the same size as their square thick soles compared to loggers. Even if the alien worm's vitality is more tenacious and the crust is more tenacious, it's hard to resist that horrible weight of up to 40 tons.

So the alien worms cut the logs in the middle of the camp with seven vertical heaps, clashing to the left and right inside, from time to time launching a quick raid on the elusive giant slaves and the geoguards.

Lumberyard camps suddenly became a mess.

All the giant slaves fled with their heads in their heads. In panic, some of them hit the other insect and were slaughtered; others sent themselves to the fast moving lumberjack forward route and were trampled into meat sauce in a short and terrible cry.

Obem, with a group of skilful guards, was struck by runaway slaves in a chaotic formation, unable to keep up with the inflexible and healthy figure of the alien worm.

“All the goblins, don't mess up…" Obeim is a camp commander, even at this time more calm than the rest of the goblins. He climbed up a tall woodcutter and stood on it and roared loudly: “All the goblin guards get me woodcutters... you... you... you woodcutters don't chase, keep me at the entrance in the camp... all the slaves, gather in the house, and there are runners, all of you will be killed...”

Under Obem's command, the chaotic camp just now had its backbone, and all the slaves and elite guards ran to their respective positions as instructed. And the five loggers no longer chased the soil behind the different insects, but retreated to the periphery to hold the junction between the logs, a pair of tigers gazed at each other, quietly waiting for each other to throw themselves into the net.

The scorpion suddenly stopped between the two piles of logs, lifting its torso, seemingly listening to something.

Soon, it changed its strategy, rushed out of the logs, and started working on that huge crate in the middle of the camp.

Seduced by it, two fine loggers rushed into the logs, waving the chainsaw and cutting everything inside into pieces. Logs were chopped to pieces and crates were chopped to pieces. A crate was knocked over and thrown all over the floor.

It's a strange crystal prism that's half a meter long, and it doesn't seem to be a solid, it's filled with a strange fluid that emits a dark green light.

I don't know why, but Billis, hiding in the jungle in the distance, had no reason to move his mind slightly.

All of a sudden, he felt that what was most important to him in the camp was not the five fine loggers, nor the burning stick in the hands of the fine goblins, but the mysterious and bizarre crystal prisms.

Under his command, the scorpion immediately burst into an eye-catching fog of earth and yellow around its shape, and it burst into the ground, once again jumping out of the ground, to the side of the box of flipped crystal prisms.

“Fire… Fire…” Obem's pointy, awesome roar sounded again: “Do not let the monster near the Magic Battery. Shoot me..."

At his cry, all the geotechnical guards at the top of the log pile took up their sperm guns and opened fire on the scorpion. Metal bullets, dense as locusts, hit the body of the scorpion's dark crust, mostly bouncing back out.

But the scorpion also had a few stinking columns of purple and black blood, and the insect's head was blinded several times.

Awesome sharp bugs hissed in the scene, the waves of terror swept around, and all the goblins rolled all over their earaches. Even the goblin mechanics on those five loggers!

Peeping in the distance, Billis was slightly stunned and seemed to understand something.

To be honest, Billis' mind was utterly shocked when he first saw those five fine loggers.

By virtue of his mental acumen, he was able to detect that each of these fine loggers possessed no less basic strength than a senior apprentice. And here, it seems, is just a small wilderness town far away from the great empire.

And cylindrical long sticks in the hands of the goblin guards that can trigger metal bullets have a base attack power of 30 degrees. The intensity of this attack may not be much for the wizards, but if every bottom-georgen of the Empire were to possess this simple and speedy way of attacking, Billis would have to reassess the overall strength of the Empire.

If you can pull out five senior apprentices at random even here, and then every goblin has the offensive power of a junior apprentice, that's not good news for the wizards' next incursion.

But there are joys and worries about everything!

While the fighting skills and aggression shown by these goblins shocked him, the scorpion's bitter spine also exposed the flaws of these goblins.

Their strength and strength seem to depend on these bizarre pieces of equipment, while their own strength is barely worth mentioning.

The sound wave intensity triggered by the scorpion's painful hissing just now is no more than 15 degrees, but the goblins in the field are already distorted and difficult to sustain themselves. This amply demonstrates that their physical strength is not as good as that of a junior apprentice, and that the basic physical and mental values must be very low.

While the goblins were dizzy, the traumatized scorpion shook up a 5m square of dust again, then burst into the ground and never appeared again.

The goblins who had been stirred up and turned dizzy awoke for half a day, and immediately organized a manpower search throughout the camp. No trace of the strange insect was found. They had to abandon their search and begin to restore order to the logging camps.

As the entire camp was stirred up into a piece of mud, many logs were smashed apart by rampaging loggers and many crates were smashed into pieces. So, as they struggled to sort all of this out, almost no goblin found that the scattered crystal prisms in the field were somehow missing two.

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As the goblins leaned out in search of the camp and surrounding jungle, Billis had returned to the depths of the jungle with scorpion warbugs, placing only one or two flying bug sights around the camp.

A hidden cave was found in the jungle, and Billis immediately began to study the two strange objects he had just arrived at.

Magical Power Battery?

These two strange little things are called magic batteries?

Judging by their names, this also appears to be a special energy crystal capable of providing non-elemental mysterious energy to certain special devices. Billis was surprised to see that the weak, tiny sperm could manipulate a metal puppet about twenty times its size like an arm.

What he was most surprised about at the time was what kind of energy this big guy relied on. After all, he didn't perceive any elemental energy in them.

And now, we have two magic batteries, and we perceive strange energy frequencies in them, and Billis has a faint feeling that those big guys are probably powered by these so-called magic batteries!

It's just that there's no alchemy lab, and he knows about alchemy. So to pry into the strange system that the Goblins have from these two magic batteries, you can't do it with the power of Billis.

So Billis can only focus again on that goblin camp and try to find more and more comprehensive information from it.

And what Billis didn't know was that while he was hiding in the cave studying magic batteries, a helicopter of the sperm had suddenly risen in the goblin logging yard, flying fast into the distance at night.

While the fighting in the day left Commander Obeim stunned, they did not find any valuable information or clues. But combined with information brought back by Father Tok, Obem has every reason to suspect that the alien worms that broke into the camp today are most likely claw teeth brought on by the infiltrators.

So after more guard posts were posted at the logging camp, Obem himself wrote a letter of help entrusting Papa Tok with bringing it to Legion Commander Bazk of the Seventh Legion of the Land of the Legion of the Legion of the Legion of the Legion of the Legion of the Legion of the Seventh Plains, 170 miles away.

In his letter, Obem described in detail the horror of the heretic invader in a creepy tone of mouth and, once again, the weakness of the defensive forces in the town of Beta.

Until Father Tok left the camp in a helicopter helicopter with the flight apprentice Mossadine, Commander Obem stood in front of a wooden window on the second floor, looking away at the silent jungle covered by the night, filled with unspeakable fear and anxiety.

Such a jungle is never normal!

Normally, there will be a large number of beasts and monsters around the camp at night, and even if the guards are stuck with burning torches on the outskirts of the camp, they will not be able to stop them from spinning outside the camp under cover of the night.

But today, the jungle beneath the night shows death-like silence.

It seems that countless horrific killers lurk in the darkness out of sight, and jungle beasts are the ones who scare away or kill them.

It also amply demonstrates that the alien who came to the camp during the day to disrupt it did not go far and was still watching them outside. Once the goblin guards are slightly slackened or the camp defense line leaks, the alien will surely return to earth and once again ravage the lumberyard camp.

As for the other party's purpose, Commander Obem pondered for half a day without a clue.