Chapter 145 (2/2)
”Yes, that's an asshole who likes to peel people's skin, but his bloody hand...” Multon said in a dry voice: ”he is a person who can bring fear!”
”Not long ago, a professional asked for information for us. You have heard of his name. I watched him disappear into the air under the palm tree, and then I never saw him reappear. In the shadow, anywhere you can think of, the Wanderers who tried to go to the slum finally disappeared there.”
”The shadow didn't protect them. In the past, the veil that covered their body shape has become a dagger against their throat. If I can, I'd rather not see those things anymore.” Moore's eyes had some lingering fear.
”If you want to hire us, you should provide more detailed information,” stressed the woman in the hood.
Moore spread his hand, buried his face deeply in it, and raised his head again after half a sound: ”the best rogues can use the power of the shadow, they can jump in the shadow and lurk in the brightest light, and their daggers are as flexible as their fingers. But there, the shadow becomes the abyss that devours them, they hide silently and die low-key...”
”The man, like a ghost, came behind the most vigilant wanderers and took their lives in their hiding place. Someone died silently in the most remote and unexpected corner...”
”I've heard of it!” the woman giggled. ”An old woman found a body in her kettle. For this reason, she had to smash the small kettle to take out the terrible thing.”
”That's the best thief here. He can sneak through the smallest gap into the most heavily guarded fortress!” Moore's voice was a little angry.
”Sorry! I didn't know you were his friend.” the woman stopped laughing and apologized, ”we've heard a lot about such things here. Some of the bodies are in the trunk, some are underground, and more are hidden in some hidden corners. What did the prophet find? Didn't you hire a priest?”
”Prophecy has no valuable results. They are there, and then die, just as it happens naturally, just as the God of death cares for them...”
”OK! We've taken the task. But we can give it up at any time. This is my condition. We still need to talk about compensation...”
Sulfur, flame, ferocious ogres and goblins, twisted, shining, steel with heavy and harsh sound, sharp cone spikes and edges, and red steel spikes protruding from any unexpected angle and position.
This is not hell, but it's better than hell.
The underground space is becoming more and more extensive with the expansion of the dog headed people. The exquisite mechanical pillars make it as solid as gold. This is not something that the dog headed people with only 5 intelligence can do. They may be able to dig a stable cave, but they can never dig a real city underground. Only civilization can create such a miracle.
Mage, or priest.
Of course, it could be a goblin engineer.
These evil and chaotic little things, like mud, have created a miracle! Every day, tens of thousands of ice poisons with blue light are sent to the goblins' hands, and even become the currency circulating among them. No goblin can refuse this magical potion. They yearn for it, and their hearts are crazy shouting about it.
Let the devil addiction gradually dominate their consciousness. These feelings of desire are more firm and tenacious than faith, reproduction, survival, and even self, and even dominate the personality and self of these little things.
Day by day, there are more and more people who lose their self and chase the poison of ice like walking corpses. However, based on the huge base of goblins, the number of people who supplement easily makes up for this gap. There are more and more demon addicts who keep awake, and the number even exceeds the number of people who lose their heart.
Goblins injected with ice poison become more and more paranoid and crazy. Magic addiction tries to dominate their consciousness all the time, but also makes them more and more intelligent.
In the abyss under the deep water city, more than 5000 goblins built a huge underground building complex and built a large laboratory for Chen ang.