The silver-white Kiwa glided across the sky leisurely.
It was currently afternoon, and the sky was filled with thin clouds.
As the turbulent airflow ejected from the bottom of the patrol mothership, the white clouds were torn apart and crushed, dragging out a cloud path that was several kilometers long behind it.
At the end of the horizon, only half of the setting sun was visible above the sea of trees. A refreshing and gentle breeze caressed one's face, giving off a warm and peaceful feeling.
The size of the Mothership was much larger than the previous Floating Ship. The deck alone was the size of two football fields. However, there were only a dozen people who could move freely on the deck. Most of them were Sorcerer-Apprentices, while the rest were mercenaries and merchants who were heading to Doflan City to make a living.
The Vandal King, a small Magical Machine that was more than a meter tall, circled around Locke like a clumsy metal puppet. From time to time, it would touch Locke with its metal pincers. Meanwhile, it had been murmuring, which mixed with the buzzing noises made by its metal gears, shafts and levers, giving people a feeling that it was noisy and boisterous.
The Vandal King's appearance was not eye-catching, and it was even a little ragged. Most of its body was not covered by its metal shell. However, it was Locke's most important partner in battle.
Under Locke's control, the Vandal King could quickly change its size and switch to its true combat mode. At that time, it would be three meters tall, and its body was densely covered in spinning blades and energy blades. When it charged and broke through enemy lines, it would not be any weaker than the melee Magical Machines.
When necessary, it could also switch to long-range sniper mode and use a large Mana Ray Gun and an improved Goblin Rocket to cover the enemy's fire.
Therefore, at least seventy percent of the attack power that Locke the Goblin Magician could unleash came from this crazy-looking, worn-out Strange Machine.
Above Locke's head, there was a floating disc with a diameter of half a meter.
At this very moment, it was not in a state of combat, and so the blades at the edge of the floating disc had been retracted into its body. Only a single metal eyeball poked out from beneath its body, looking around randomly.
Due to the Magic Furnace installed inside, the energy supply was sufficient. Therefore, the patrol mothership still had the energy to raise a transparent force field around the hull, isolating the oncoming high altitude wind. Otherwise, ordinary humans like mercenaries and merchants wouldn't be able to stand on the flight deck.
Not to mention the typhoon-level winds, just the temperature loss brought by the airflow was enough to freeze a person into a popsicle.
But now, these human mercenaries and merchants could stroll leisurely on the flight deck, occasionally bending over to look at the fleeting forest scenery below them. That kind of contentment and leisure was something that could not be enjoyed anywhere else!
Just as Wizard Locke was about to set up his lounge chair and coffee table, enjoying his afternoon tea, a tall and beautiful figure blocked his view.
"Hey, Little Locke, you're slacking off again …"
He didn't even need to open his eyes to know that it was his new friend, Magic Archer Sando, just by listening to the sweet voice.
During the battle at Doflan Basin, Little Locke had risked his life to save Sando from being injured by the ferocious monsters. Therefore, as soon as the battle ended, Sando invited Little Locke to the bar for a night of drinking.
After a while, the two of them had become friends and partners that transcended species.
Little Locke pushed up his dark green goggles, revealing his charming little eyes, and waved his little fists in annoyance.
"Stand to the side, tall one. You're blocking my sunlight!"
"Tsk, with your thick skin, it doesn't matter how much sunlight you bask in …"
"It's none of your business …" Little Locke turned around comfortably, letting the warm and beautiful sunlight fall evenly on his back. "You're not going to take care of your face with your group of sisters, but suddenly came to find me, I'm sure you're up to no good … Tell me, what do you want?"
"You know me well, hehe … Shorty, have you heard that a group of Catoblepas has appeared near Dofland City …?"
"What? Katobleipas? "Locke got up from the recliner and asked," Where is it? Where? "
Catoblepus was a type of monster. It had an ugly appearance, a wild boar's head, and a pair of antlers. Its thick and tough skin was covered with thorns, and its four short and sturdy limbs had strange horseshoes growing on them.
Under normal circumstances, an adult Catoblepus would only be a grade-1 monster. If it weren't for their gregarious nature, they wouldn't be considered a powerful monster at all.
During this time, Little Locke had been constantly improving his combat magic equipment, and the pair of antlers on the head of the Catoblepus was one of the materials he was looking for urgently. Although the goblin shop in the White Tower had them, the price was too high for him to pay. If he could kill a group of them by himself, he would be able to save thousands of mana crystals.
Therefore, when he heard about Sando, Little Locke immediately became anxious.
"Tell me, tell me, where are they hiding? I've already hired two exploration teams, but they haven't found their whereabouts. Where did you get the news? Are you reliable? "
Faced with a series of questions, Sando stretched her beautiful body under the sun and smiled. "Don't worry about how I got the news. Just tell me if you're going or not."
Little Locke hesitated for a moment. "Do you have other conditions? Tell me … "
"Of course those idiots are hiding in the Stinky Swamp. If you want me to go with you to that disgusting place, you'll have to catch a datura grass with me first …"
Little Locke immediately understood. "No wonder you came to me. Devil's Snare Grass is extremely poisonous and good at controlling vines and plant roots. Only a metal puppet like the Destruction King can restrain it … Alright, deal, it's a deal! "
Hearing little Locke agree, Sando's face immediately lit up.
Although the Mandala Grass was extremely poisonous and its insides were filled with sticky, tree-like blood, it was still an extremely valuable alchemy raw material. The medicinal liquid it produced could be used as a material for Detection. If she sold it to the Witches of Destiny, the price would definitely be high.
After the two agreed on the conditions, Sando was so happy that she lifted Little Locke up, spun him around, kissed him, and put him down. She then walked away with elegant cat-like steps.
Little Locke's green face immediately blushed.
At this time, the patrol mothership had already flown over the Doflan Basin.
Its huge hull covered half of the sky. The startled three-headed vultures and a flock of giant white birds spread their wings and fled into the distance. The faint sound of running beasts could be heard in the gloomy Black Forest, and the nearby forests became anxious.
Even with the huge size of the patrol mothership, it was impossible for it to land on the ground. When it landed steadily and hovered a hundred meters above the Doflan Basin, dozens of goblin airships of different shapes flew from the flight deck and slowly descended into the basin with a roar of steam.
On top of them were nearly a hundred human mercenaries and merchants, as well as a shocking amount of construction materials.
At this moment, the Doflan Basin had become a huge construction site.
More than two hundred engineering magic machines were working hard under the command and control of the goblins, flattening the land and cutting down the trees. Thick logs that needed two to three people to wrap their arms around had been piled up into a small hill in one corner of the basin. In the huge empty space that had been cleared, tall metal punk style buildings were rising from the ground.
The goblins who were the construction workers wore safety helmets and commanded the engineering magic machines to enter and exit the site. Dust was everywhere, and noisy construction sites were everywhere. The whole Doflan Basin was about to explode.
The patrol mothership HMS Kiwa traveled between the White Tower and Doflan City twice a day, delivering a large amount of construction materials and daily necessities. Therefore, its arrival made the Doflan Basin even more lively.
As soon as Locke stepped off the goblin airship with Vandal King and Smarty, he was stopped by the goblin general manager Jixil in a well-ironed uniform.
"Mister Locke, if you have time, I hope that you can pay Father Mazik a visit. He seems to be looking for you. Also, Director Solbin of the venture capital company is looking for you. He said that the mithril ingots you ordered have arrived … "
Sando, who was standing beside Locke, was not interested in the trivial matters of the goblins. She poked him with her hand.
"Looks like you'll be busy for a while … Remember to find me at seven tomorrow morning. As for the location … You should know …" With that, Magic Archer Sando swayed her body and left.
Because the construction site was too noisy, the blood elves who were stationed in the Doflan Basin had set up a small camp in the Black Forest to the west. So, when Sando arrived, she naturally went there to meet some of her close sisters.
To be honest, it was extremely convenient to have some like-minded clansmen in a large force in any aspect. At least, Sando had more information than Locke.
After waving goodbye to Sando, Locke grabbed a small goblin whose head only reached his chest and led the way. With his current reputation, there was almost no goblin in the goblin camp who did not know him.
The small goblin was obviously one of the many young juniors chosen by the goblin plane to study, and Locke was undoubtedly his idol. So, the small goblin bounced around and brought Locke to the goblin shop opened by Father Mazik.
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