Chapter 8: First battle

With the blessing of perspective, punk saw about six or seven little green-skin monsters hidden in the one-person-high bushes. This is a very common novice in online games on the plane of Faerun and the earth. Strange-Goblin.
Goblins are related to goblins. Although history and genes have proven this point, no goblins will recognize it. After all, the goblin civilization has fallen, but the Imaska ​​empire was in many planes. Has a prominent reputation! And goblins have remained uncivilized since ancient times, and it's no wonder goblins look down on these "poor relatives".
Goblins are only about the height of a child, with a large eagle nose, a big head that is out of proportion to the body, and wearing a rags of animal fur. They look more like a group of hungry people than robbers. In fact, they do. Bullying and fearing hardship, but this does not mean that they are not dangerous. They have strengths no less than adults and flexible skills comparable to apes. Generally speaking, two ordinary militiamen can deal with a goblin. These few goblins The combat power is equivalent to a militia squad!
Judging from the location where the goblins ambush, their original target should be a group of reindeer who are coming to the river to drink water in the distance. After all, their short legs can't do the job that requires speed like "hunting" !
　　 But now these little monsters with arrears in IQ have obviously changed their goals. They clenched the small fists of the stone axe, indicating that they are focusing on the closer, seemingly weaker punk, but punk is not a weak prey.
Punk stood calmly and took out a small piece of rabbit grease from the pocket of his robe. Generally, people with an IQ of 50 or more should choose to evade immediately when they see the mage take out the materials for magic, but this group of ignorant goblins still Thinking that they weren't discovered, they were expecting the "prey" to step in and launch a surprise attack!
　　 With the triple assistance of casting materials, gestures, and spells, punk easily released this apprentice-level summoning spell—Greasy Spell in less than two seconds.
A large group of astral oil was created by the soul, and then summoned to reality by the power of magic. The small piece of rabbit grease has disappeared, replaced by a ball of basketball-sized astral oil with white dots. As the last syllable of the spell was completed, this cluster of astral oil was thrown at the large bushes where the goblins were hiding under the action of the small ejection array that comes with the spell structure. The speed was not fast, so it shot stones with the slingshot. The speed is equivalent to the speed of a sniper rifle like the secondary catapult, but even this is not something that the group of still unknown goblins can react.
Astral oil drenched the bushes and the goblins inside. The little monsters were taken aback. 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 early as after the release of Greasy Art, Punk began to prepare for the next spell. This time the spell he released was the simplest spell in the energy shaping system-Mini Fireball. This spell has extremely low lethality, and its main function is actually It was to make a fire, but at this time, when used in conjunction with the greasy technique, the field-controlling spell, it produced tremendous power.
Because the mini fireball technique is so simple, punk only took about a second to complete. The orange-red table tennis-sized fireball flew out immediately after the greasy technique. Almost at the same time the goblins were slipped, the mini fireball was fierce. It hits the bush full of astral oil, the astral oil with white light is more flammable than punk thought, the whole bush quickly turned into a big fireball, billowing black smoke on the bush Spreading from the top, the astral oil burning produced a high temperature of nearly a thousand degrees. Even in the early morning when the temperature was still low, the fireball bush produced a circle of sun within one meter in diameter. As for the poor goblins inside...except Individual "little firemen" with thicker leather armor rushed out of the bushes and rolled twice on the grass next to them. Most of the others only had time to make a creepy scream and turned into a ball of coke.
　　 The big fire ignited by the astral oil burned out quickly. After about a minute, all the flames were extinguished. After all, the plants in the tender season still contained a lot of water.
As the remaining wisps of ash dissipated in the wind, the miserable scene on the ground was revealed unabashedly. The bushes were gone as soon as the burning began, and now there are only a few barely visible ones on the ground. Coke.
When Punk saw this situation, he blew his whistle lightly and strode towards the coke-burned corpses. Punk kicked a few pieces of "coke" away with the soles of his shoes, except for a few pieces of pitch-black stoneware. Nothing. "Sure enough, this is a real world, so it's better not to fall into vain." Punk rubbed the sole of his shoes against a rock by the river, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and then continued on the road.
　　Walking down the river, punk recalled the group of goblin corpses that had been destroyed by him, surprisingly there was no nausea, and even a faint excitement appeared from the bottom of his heart. "Maybe it's because it burned out of human form"! Punk really feels that this is a good thing, which proves that his mind has adapted to this world of the weak and the strong.
Walking along the river, the river taps the shore, due to the blue light on the small fish corners in the river, the whole river is scattered with blue light spots, and the sky is large, one small, one red and one orange. Two suns slowly Moving towards the center.
　　 A little after noon, a village caught punk’s eyes.
This village has the most typical characteristics of a medieval village-poverty~EbookFREE.me~ Around the village is a fence made of branches of various lengths. The broken fence is not so much for defense against wild animals as for the village To delineate a boundary, large tracts of irregular and scattered farmland are separated by winding roads. The shacks that are "piled" together are villagers' houses, and most of the villagers who are farming in the fields now have yellow and thin faces. , If it’s night, people might believe that they are undead skeletons. Now these villagers are weeding the farmland with wooden farming tools, and a tall man with a hideous face is holding a whip next to them. When patrolling the field, he slammed a whip when he encountered a slower working person. The farmers here are mostly landlord farmers, and the farming on the plane of Faerun implements the landlord system.
As punk walked in, some peasants secretly looked at the punk, who was well-dressed and handsome, but when they saw the standard objects of the mage, the staff and the robe in the hands of the punk, they quickly lowered their heads. I continued to weed the grass as I didn't see it, only a few children looked back curiously even if they were forcibly dragged by an adult.
　　Punk did not have time to pay attention to the reactions of these villagers. He was a little disappointed when he found that this was just a run-down village, but even the poorest villages would communicate with the outside world. Punk hopes to inquire about the town.
　　 But of course he wouldn’t inquire about these villagers who didn’t know a big character, so he waved to the tall man who looked like a dogleg, "You, come over, tell me which nobleman’s beloved this village is." The punk was expressionless but said, the voice was not too loud, not too small, so that the tall man could hear it.
　　 Just now, to those tall peasants who were vicious and vicious, heard the mage from nowhere greet him, and was frightened, a shrewd man trotted over, trembling slightly.