Ride and Cut

"Where should I start?" Richard took out the tin motorcycle from the space ring, turned over and sat on it, floating slightly into the air.

Streamlined shape, leather cushion, crystal windshield, rubber grip, black and red lacquer. It is a combination of Mole Man's craftsmanship and Lord Lord's whimsical ideas, and it also emphasizes a sense of power and speed. At the first appearance at Alpine Fort, it was a scream of ignorant girls.

Although it is still driven by magnetic force in nature, it looks so cool that it has no friends.

Annie specially gave him a long silk scarf, saying that it was worn by Richard when he was riding a bike, and it must be very elegant and elegant.

Although Coron still has a very strict prohibition, for some lawless madmen, compliance or not depends entirely on whether they want to. Lord Lord took Liola soaring into the sky, a maneuver and easily took off the power that tried to intercept him.

After entering a steady flight, he began to state everything about the goblin.

Richard is good at telling stories. The long history, the destiny of races, and the tragic wars, these heavy things are uttered in his mouth, and it does not appear to be half boring.

High in the sky, the wind whistling in his ears. The calm voice tells of a past that is buried in the dust of history and few people know about it. The thrilling and decisive struggles are all turned into slightly ridiculous sentences, just like a dream.

Liola just listened quietly, without even asking.

"Do you believe everything I said?" On the contrary, Lord Lord couldn't help asking first.

"I am willing to believe." Liola coughed twice, "As a favored person, everyone believes that my talent is superhuman wisdom. But in fact, I know that talent is only temporarily evading the influence of certain things. ——Such as mind storm."

When Tin Motors stopped at the Goliath gap, the long discussion came to an end.

Richard took out the wheelchair and pressed Liola on it, using magnetic force to lift him and himself into the underground cave once again along the corridor.

The temperature of the magma lake has dropped to normal, and it hardly feels difficult. Liola sat in a wheelchair overlooking the characters on the Baishitai. This grumpy goblin actually laughed, "You know, language is the carrier of thought. I have never learned this language, but I can read it at a glance. Meaning. It’s amazing, as if recognizing these characters is instinctive to me."

"Talk about it." Lord Lord was refreshed.

The reason why he was willing to bring this dead goblin here was not because he was hoping for an emergency.

"It means welcome back, and the pronunciation is actually—" Liola took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Ok."

Ok, the goblins in the wilderness like the mantra most. They are ok when they are happy, and ok when they are in pain; when they are eating, they are ok when they are running. If someone can be patient and get along with goblins day and night, the one who hears the most must be Ok.

Some scholars speculate that "Ok" may be a primitive language, but more people believe that those green-skinned idiots are not capable of mastering the language, but are just calls like "Wang" or "Meow".

In any case, I would never have thought that the secret of the ancient goblin ruins was actually hidden in this "Ok" that could be heard everywhere.

Before Richard could sigh with emotion, the hard white stone platform suddenly vibrated, slowly sinking downward while spinning clockwise.

"Let's go and take a look." The lord took Liola and landed on the Baishitai, only to find that the whole Baishitai was descending down the tightly connected well. This feeling reminded him of his previous experience of riding in an elevator, and his mouth curled slightly with a smile.

To be honest, even if he now has a wonderful life far beyond his once, it is still inevitable that he will occasionally miss the various civilization achievements he has experienced.

At that time, if you want to take a shower, you can just turn on the faucet, but you have to ask the maid to boil the water a day in advance. He complained casually, and turned out to be regarded by Annie as a strange thing-no one takes a bath for an hour, not even the most delicate and lovely elven girl.

While thinking wildly, Richard suddenly discovered that the material of the surrounding shaft walls was the same as that of the Baishitai under his feet.

This discovery really surprised him by being strong and solid, and the scattered thoughts in his mind suddenly disappeared - as a person who bluntly pulled the chains, he couldn't have a deeper understanding of Baishitai's toughness.

This set of goblin elevators alone would be worth the fare if they were able to get the mountain fort.

After at least a quarter of an hour, the circular patio above the head has become the size of a coin, as if the endless settlement has finally come to an end. The light that can reach here is sparse to the extreme. If it hadn't been for the Lord Lord to take out the chandelier from the spatial ring long ago, he would definitely not see that the well wall a few steps away had disappeared.

Looking around, only the square inch around the chandelier is still in the light, and I don't know what is hidden under the darkness outside.

"You should try to see if there is any poison in the air before coming down." Liola said suddenly.

"Damn! You didn't say it earlier!" Richard reacted suddenly with a dangerous cry, but fortunately, he seemed to be able to breathe normally at this moment.

As we all know, the volcanic environment is often filled with various harmful gases. A pair of iron fists hitting the north and south alpine fortresses was really poisoned to death, and the degree of suffocation might be enough to support his incarnation as an undead.

"I was stuck with phlegm just now, and you didn't help me either." Liola scratched her throat, her sharp nails leaving blood stains on her skin.

"Sorry, I didn't notice." Richard was ashamed.

"Then you must have not noticed that this thing suddenly appeared in my hand." Liola raised a leather booklet.

He spread it out on his knees, "There is actually a lingua franca. It seems that considering that civilization is so severe that future generations only understand lingua franca. This alone is not too stupid."

Richard leaned over and took a look, and there was not a single hair on the clean white paper.

"It is said that dog ears can catch sounds that cannot be heard by humans. It seems that the eyes of goblins are also very special." Liola curled the booklet in his palm and pressed it to the side with her shriveled thumb, "And you see—"

The pages of the book fell continuously for a moment, and the booklet, which was less than half a finger thick in total, was turned over for more than a dozen breaths, which was obviously unreasonable.

"The number of pages in this book does not match the appearance. It is an alchemy prop."

"Hurry up and see what's written in it."

Since this goblin relic was obviously only open to goblins, Richard was too lazy to worry.

He didn't worry much about Liola's small tricks-even if this clever goblin could master everything, he still couldn't prevent his life from being controlled by the lord of the mountain fort that was close to him.

"Let me take a look first." Liola began to turn the page, so fast that Richard couldn't help wondering if he was reading.