Netheril’s Brilliance

With the blessing of clairvoyance, Punk saw about six or seven small green-skinned monsters hidden in the bushes as tall as a person. Strange - goblins.

Goblins are related to goblins. Although both history and genes have proved this point, no goblin will admit it. After all, although goblin civilization has declined, the Imasca Empire in many planes is not Has a great reputation! And goblins have remained uncivilized since ancient times, so it's no wonder that goblins look down on these poor relatives.

Goblins are only about the height of a child, with a large hooked nose, a disproportionately large head, and dressed in tattered animal furs. They look more like a group of hungry people than robbers, and in fact they are. Bullying the weak and fearing the hard, but this by no means means that they are not dangerous.

They have the strength no less than adults and the agility comparable to apes. Generally speaking, it takes two ordinary militiamen to deal with a goblin. The fighting power of these goblins is equivalent to a militia squad!

Judging from where the goblins ambush, their original target should be a group of reindeer who are about to come to the river to drink water in the distance. After all, their short legs are not suitable for the work of hunting that requires speed. !

But now this group of little monsters with low IQ obviously changed their targets. Their small fists clenched on the stone axes showed that they were targeting the punk who was closer and looked weaker!

But punk was no weak prey.

He stopped calmly, and took out a small piece of rabbit fat from the pocket of his robe!

Generally, creatures with an IQ above 50 should choose to dodge immediately when they see the mage taking out the casting materials, but this group of ignorant goblins still think that they have not been discovered, and they still expect the prey to come closer and launch an assault in one fell swoop Woolen cloth!

With the triple assistance of casting materials, gestures, and spells, Punk easily released this apprentice-level summoning spell—Grease in less than two seconds.

A large mass of astral oil was created by the soul, and then summoned into reality by the power of magic. The small piece of rabbit oil has disappeared, replaced by a ball of astral oil the size of a basketball with white light spots, and then After finishing the last syllable of the incantation, the group of astral oil was thrown towards the large bush where the goblins were hiding under the action of the small catapult circle that comes with the spell structure. The speed is comparable to the speed of the sniper rifle level of the secondary ejection technique, but even this is not something that this group of goblins who still don't know why can react.

The astral oil soaked the bushes and the goblins inside, and the little monsters were startled. They jumped up and wanted to leave the bushes, but the creamy astral oil quickly made them They fell to the ground one after another, they struggled wildly, but they had no chance to get up again!

As soon as the greasy spell was released, Punk began to prepare for the next spell. This time, the spell he released was the simplest spell in the evocation system - mini fireball.

The lethality of this spell is extremely low, and its main function is actually to make fire, but at this time it is used in conjunction with the field control spell of Grease, which produces great power.

Due to the simplicity of the mini fireball technique, Punk completed it in only a second or so. The orange-red fireball the size of a ping pong ball flew out immediately after the greasy technique. Hit the astral oil-smeared bushes hard.

The astral oil with white spots was more flammable than Punk thought, and the whole bush soon turned into a big fireball. Billowing black smoke spread on the top of the bush, and the burning of the astral oil produced nearly a thousand fires. The high temperature, even in the early morning when the temperature is still low, caused circles of sun flames to be produced within a diameter of one meter of the fireball bush. As for the poor goblins inside... except for a few little fire men with thicker leather armor After rushing out of the bushes and rolling twice on the grass next to them, most of the others only had time to let out a creepy scream before turning into a ball of coke.

The fire ignited by the astral oil was quickly extinguished, and after about a minute, all the flames were extinguished. After all, there is still a lot of water in the young plants.

As the few remaining wisps of gray smoke dissipated in the wind, the miserable scene on the ground was undisguised. The bushes had been wiped out as early as the beginning of the burning, and now there were only a few barely discernible shapes left on the ground. coke.

Seeing this situation, Punk whistled easily, and strode towards the charred corpses. Punk kicked away a few pieces of coke with the soles of his shoes, but except for a few pieces of baked black stone tools nothing.

Sure enough, this is a real world. It's better not to have delusions about dropping items.

Punk rubbed the soles of his shoes on a stone by the river, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and continued on the road.

Walking downstream along the river, Punk recalled the group of goblin corpses that he wiped out. Surprisingly, he didn't feel any nausea, and even a faint excitement emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe it’s because it’s burned out of human shape!”

Punk really thinks this is a good thing, which proves that his mind has adapted to this world of the jungle.

Walking along the river, the river gently pats the shore, and due to the blue light on the corner of the small fish in the river, the whole river is scattered with blue light spots, and the two suns in the sky, one big and one small, one red and one orange, slowly Moving towards the center.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, a village came into Punk's eyes.

This village has the most typical feature of a medieval village—poverty.

Around the village is a fence made of branches of different lengths. The dilapidated fence wall is not so much used to defend against wild animals as it is to define a boundary for the village. Separated by the small road, the shacks piled far away are the houses of the villagers, and most of the villagers who are working in the fields are yellow and thin. If it is night, some people may believe that they are undead skeletons. Now These villagers were weeding the farmland with wooden tools, and next to them was a tall man with a hideous face who was patrolling the field with a leather whip. . Most of the farmers here are landlord farmers, and the farming in Faerun plane is the landlord system.

As the punk walked in, some farmers secretly looked at the well-dressed, handsome punk.

However, when they saw Punk's staff and robes, the two iconic items of a mage, they quickly lowered their heads and continued weeding as if they hadn't seen them. Looking back curiously.

Punk didn't have time to pay attention to the reactions of these villagers. He was a little disappointed when he found that this was just a dilapidated village, but even a poor village would communicate with the outside world. Punk hoped to get information about the town.

Of course he would not inquire with these illiterate villagers, so he waved to the tall man who looked like a dog leg.

You, come here, tell me which nobleman's fief this village belongs to.

Punk said with a blank face, his voice was not too loud so that the tall man could hear him.

The tall man, who was acting viciously towards those peasants just now, heard the mage who came from nowhere calling him, and was frightened by a smart one, trembling and trotting over slightly.