Chapter 287: task

Inhaling the last bit of red melon into his mouth, Locke touched his full belly with satisfaction.
On the other side, ashar magician, who is not close to anyone in the eyes of outsiders, also leaned on the wooden chair, a red juice left in the corner of the mouth, and a few black melon seeds stuck to it. There is no official magician. Master should have Temperament.
"I didn't expect that the blood of this watermelon was injected into the ordinary watermelon, and it can also have a stimulating effect." Locke never finished, his eyes secretly looked at the magician of Ashaer, who was lazy, but usually very Rare.
Without answering Locke's words, Ashael extended her white tender fingers and tapped her fingers gently. The dirt on her face disappeared instantly after eating.
"Try other flavors next time." Licking his lips, Ashaer's eyes flashed with bad intentions.
Locke shrugged, neither supporting nor opposing. Outside the tree house less than a dozen meters away from them, a dry, wrinkled watermelon corpse was randomly discarded there.
The watermelon man with the strength of a prospective knight activates the goblin. After contributing his entire body of blood, he spawned three ordinary watermelons in the wizarding world. The next time the Ashaer magician intends to activate the goblin, it is not related to Locke. Thing.
After staying here for a while with the Axal magician, Locke left.
The handover team from Santa is about to arrive, and the number of activated civilians in the number of five thousand will be handed over to the handover team.
When these teams arrive, they will give several formal magicians a sufficient amount of activated essence as compensation.
This is the reason why all the magicians wait patiently after taking down Grey Cloud City.
As the general role of the warlord in the slave creature, Locke was fortunate to participate in this handover event.
The half-height Green Piah waved his leather whip, drinking and scolding the activated goblin civilians who were driven out below, and the smoky dinghound in his mouth, pacing left and right to watch the prey, staring at these The activated goblins tied together, the thousands of kilometers of snake-like slaves are slowly advancing.
There, a large floating ship with a length of 300 meters was docked in mid-air.
"So many activation goblins, can you hold it?" Locke said with a branch in his mouth, and curiously spoke to a magic apprentice who came down from the floating ship.
This middle-level magic apprentice with freckles on his yellow hair is a rare talker, tirelessly showing off what he knows to Locke.
"Well, only five thousand heads. Last time seven thousand heads were installed." The freckles magician smiled. His name was Ron, and he claimed to be a royal child of the kingdom of Bitli.
Locke has never heard of the Kingdom of Bitli. He can be sure that it is not a kingdom on the continent of Misia. It is estimated to be a kingdom on two other adjacent continents.
During Ron's laugh, he introduced to Locke how this floating ship with a few hundred square meters can hold thousands of activated goblins.
"Just go inside. This is a structure designed by Master Farmut himself. There are five floors in total. In theory, it can hold 10,000 activated goblins." Rom said.
Even if the floating ship is designed into a five-layer structure, Locke is sure that it must be too crowded to imagine. These 5,000 heads of activated goblins will go up. When they come down again, there will definitely be hundreds of heads because of trampling and empty gaps. Small and suffocating.
The life and death of these activated goblins, what matter to Locke, he only knows that with the arrival of this floating ship, he can harvest about two grams of activated essence.
The floating ship came fast and went fast. In the afternoon, after accepting all the captives in the Gray Cloud City, the floating ship lifted off and flew towards the No. 7 theater.
In the next stop, Mist City, Locke is looking forward to the upcoming battle. He feels that under the push of sufficient activation essence, he is likely to reach the peak quasi-knight level of the high-level servant within two years.
"This is your task!" In the hall, Pabloina handed a black cloak to Locke. In addition, he also handed Locke a dark yellow spar.
A few minutes ago, Pabrina called Rock here and gave him a task that made him very different.
It turned out to be mixed into the city of Haze, and the black hood is the magic guide that covers Rock's identity. The dark yellow spar is a spiritual translator that helps Lock and the activated goblins communicate normally.
Kyra and Asha's magician are not here at this time, otherwise Locke really wants to ask the two formal magicians if they also know the task given by Babrina.
In the end, Locke's choice is obedience. He has no right to refuse the mission request of a formal magician, even though this mission looks dangerous and abnormal.
After Locke took over the task and left with confusion and resentment in his heart, Kyla and Ashaer the magician suddenly appeared in the room.
"Let him be a high-ranking servant, is that really good?" Keira in white robe hesitated.
"No way, this mist city seems not as simple as we thought, and we have already reported to the Santa Clause, we must find someone to investigate."
The fog and mist city, because of its perennial cloud around the city, makes it difficult for the outside world to communicate with the city, and those clouds are not ordinary clouds. The spiritual detection of magicians has no effect on this.
Looking at Locke's back, Ashaer's dark eyes didn't have much color.
Next time, what kind of fruit would you like to try? Ashar thought about it. The watermelon cultivated with the blood of the watermelon people was quite delicious that day. Afterwards, she and Roque tasted several other kinds.
Ashar did not worry about the danger of this trip.
Cloaked in a black hood, Locke led the Devil Hound and walked within the range of Haze City.
Does this cloak really help him to avoid the eyes of ordinary activated goblins? Locke doesn't have much in his heart. What he wants is to hurry up and go away.
Outside the mist city, countless milky white crystals grow in the woods. These crystals are more like a kind of plant. Locke once tried to break it, and the position of the stubble was left. The white juice was left, and the smell was a bit like sap.
These milky white crystals are more like the main reason for the formation of the misty white fog in Haze City.
Why don't some formal magicians come by themselves, or send a clever slave creature to detect, Locke accidentally kicked a stone on the ground.
"Who!" came a strange voice. Although Locke had never heard the language before, he could clearly perceive what it meant.
The dark yellow spar on the chest was slightly hot, and Locke, who was not aware of it, quickly kicked off the Hound Dog, "Run!" After giving the Hound Dog the order.
The Devil Dog turned into a red light and rushed out of the cloud.