Chapter 41 The secret teleportation array leading to the underground world

However, the goblins are cunning and sly, and if one third of what they say is true, it is the blessing of the gods.

Since there is no magician, he cannot judge whether the other party is lying, so he can only use this method to judge.

"Since we have obtained the information we want, kill the rest." Weilin put away his sword and prepared to make the last test.

If this goblin did not speak before his death, it means that there is really iron ore underground. Otherwise, it means it is fake.

The soldiers around heard the order of the master, and the next moment they raised their spears and slaughtered more than 20 captured goblins.

The screams kept coming, and the goblin Gerry was frightened and pale, and began to make a decision in his heart in a race against time, whether to say it or not.

The next moment, when Baird raised his sword and was about to chop him off, the goblin Gerry shouted, "My lord, I have intelligence to report. I am valuable. Please don't kill me."

"Oh." Weilin waved his hand to stop Baird, smiled, and asked, "The intelligence you said is valuable. I can forgive your previous deception of me. Otherwise, I will tie you up here and let the beasts in the wilderness eat your flesh and blood."

"Yes, my lord." Gerry lay on the ground and said anxiously, "This passage only leads to 50 meters underground. There is no iron ore there. There is only a secret teleportation array that is still in operation, leading to the underground world where the villain is - Colorado."

"You came to the ground through the teleportation array." Weilin asked solemnly.

"Yes, my lord, the teleportation array needs to absorb free magic energy because it has no magic crystal to charge. It can be teleported back and forth once every six months." Gerry said it all in one go, hoping that he would be forgiven.

Baird on the side looked at Weilin and asked, "My Lord, do you want to solve it?"

"No, since he has shown his value, he has the right to survive." Hearing that the magic circle needs to be charged, Weilin's uneasy heart calmed down, and he signaled Baird to put away the sword and prepare to save the goblin's life.

Seeing that he survived, Gerry covered his chest and breathed in the fresh air. For the first time, he felt that life was so beautiful.

"Seal the entrance of the cave, mark it, and explore it later."

"Yes, my Lord."

Baild beat his chest and saluted, watching Weilin leave, and then asked his subordinates to tie up the only surviving goblin and prepare to take him back for custody.

After some twists and turns, several soldiers found several large stones, blocked the one-meter-high passage, covered it with sand and stones, and finally covered it with bushes to make it blend into the surrounding environment.

On the way back, Weilin rode alone on a horse, strolling in the silent wilderness, looking up at the sky.

"Salt mines, mithril mines, magical plants in the cave at the bottom of the Praying Star Lake, and now there is a secret teleportation array leading to the dark area."

Everything that appeared around the Praying Star Lake was valuable, and each of them could become the pillar of a territory, which made him feel unreal.

Closing his eyes, he quietly recalled his pioneering career in the past six months.

"Only with enough strength can you seize opportunities."

Weilin suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance, with a firm tone.

Development, development, and development.

He must do everything possible to develop his power, improve his strength, seize opportunities, and climb to higher peaks.

In the following time, the Praying Star Lake was fully prepared for the arrival of the jackals at the end of November.

Making three-bow crossbows, forging spears, remixing mithril to cast weapons and armor, collecting food within a radius of ten kilometers, and building castles, everything was in preparation for the monster attack at the end of November.

...

On the evening of November 1, Weilin calculated the time until eight o'clock arrived.

At this moment, there was silence in my ears, and the guidance of fate did not come as expected.

"As I thought, the strength has increased, and the interval will be extended." Weilin sat on the edge of the bed, looked out the window, and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, there was no news that was foreseen, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

The time was extended, Weilin guessed that it might be a quarter, or half a year.

"If the interval changes from one month to several months, will the information obtained be more valuable?"

For the answer to this question, Weilin can only hide it in his heart and wait for time to help him answer it.

Since the guidance of fate did not work, the next month needs to be more fully prepared on the original basis.

Although the highest strength of the jackals coming to the Praying Star Lake is the low-level silver, if there are hundreds of them, it will be enough for him to drink a pot, and there may be a risk of falling.

The next morning, Weilin called Baird over.

"My lord." Baird, dressed in casual clothes, came to Weilin and saluted respectfully.

"Baird, from today on, arrange patrol posts and expand the scope to 30 kilometers, especially in the west. If you find any unusual movement, report to me at any time."

"Also, let Randolph and his men speed up the excavation of the mithril mine and complete it by the middle of this month at the latest."

"My Lord, I will convey your instructions now."

At this moment, an attack was taking place in the camp where the mithril mine was located.

Randolph had just come out of the tent when he saw a soldier running over in a hurry, reporting in a panic: "My Lord, a monster was found in the mine, and four serfs who were mining were injured."

"What? Take me there quickly."

Randolph didn't bother to put on his armor, picked up the knight's sword, and followed the soldiers to the mine.

After hundreds of meters of winding mine tunnels, Randolph arrived at the scene at the fastest speed.

More than a dozen soldiers, holding spears, surrounded the two yellow monitors, limiting their space for movement.

"Rock monitors." Randolph was shocked. How could such a monster appear in this ghost place?

However, judging from their external size, these two monitors are only three or four meters long, and they should have been born not long ago.

If an adult rock monitor is sixteen or seventeen meters long and has the strength of a gold level, it would be a disaster.

"Hiss--"

The two rock monitors seemed to feel threatened and began to retreat, looking at Randolph vigilantly.

Then, Randolph held his breath and concentrated, releasing his fighting spirit, forming a fiery red fighting spirit on the knight's sword.

The next moment, he accelerated suddenly and rushed towards a rock monitor.

"Cut--"

The rock monitor roared, condensed stones in its mouth, and prepared to attack.

But Randolph easily dodged the magic attack of the young rock monitor lizard.

The knight's long sword sparked on the scales of the young rock monitor lizard, which surprised Randolph. The defense of the scales was even stronger than the armor.

He stepped back a few steps and stared at the two beasts with a serious expression.

"Damn it, they must have swallowed the mithril ore to increase the defense of their scales."