Mercenaries and Adventurers Chapter 133

Zhao Ji was about to try to trot for two steps and then throw the silver board held on his shoulders, but just after two steps, the ground suddenly became smooth. The originally rough and frictional ground rock surface suddenly became smooth.

The soles of Zhao Ji's feet slipped for a while, and he fell to the ground like a dog eating shit. The silver plate that was thrown away in a panic when it fell bounced twice on the ground, spinning along the smooth ground and falling from the entrance of the ruins.

In the end, it only fell to the ground two meters away from the entrance of the cave.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ji saw the ground only a few tens of centimeters away from his eyes, which suddenly changed from smooth ground to the original rough rock surface.

"What's going on?" Zhao Ji tried to stand up, rubbing the ground with his feet.

It's the feeling of normal walking. But in this way, what happened to the one that slid him just now.

Looking around, Zhao Ji suddenly saw a fleeting earth-yellow light and shadow on the top of the passage behind him. But before Zhao Ji ran over to take a closer look, the khaki light and shadow on the top quickly dissipated.

Zhao Ji stared at the place where the change occurred just now, thinking whether the mysterious little thing he rescued before was coming to harm him.

But isn't that thing very powerful? If you really want to harm him, you can just attack him directly, if you have to do it like this. In other words, is that little thing messing with him, watching his jokes or something.

Maybe a bad character.

This matter made Zhao Ji pay attention, and he became more careful in the following time.

After dark, until almost midnight, Zhao Ji got all the silver plates to the bottom of the tree stump. Next, he had to work outside the tunnel. Now that the weather was so cold, Zhao Ji had to put on a wolf fur cloak and thick gloves on his armor when he returned to the camp, so that he would not look cold when working in the open air.

Cooking by the campfire, Zhao Ji's arms were sore and sore, obviously the result of overuse of his arms before. He had to take a break from tonight's workout because of a sore arm.

Fortunately, in the next two days, he mainly used the jack to work, and his arms could only simply pull the rope. Other things like moving heavy objects would be much easier.

Just as Zhao Ji was sipping soup, suddenly his wooden bowl was out of control and flew up in a circle.

A large amount of hot soup was spilled from the air, and Zhao Ji quickly put on the cloak and wolf-headed hat, so as to avoid the result of being sprinkled on the head by the hot soup.

Pulling out the long sword at his waist angrily, Zhao Ji looked back around, and soon found a khaki-yellow glowing spot on the soil **** not far behind, and just wanted to rush over to teach him a lesson.

The luminous place burrowed into the soil with a whoosh, and after Zhao Ji rushed over, the last gleam of light on the spot disappeared.

This made Zhao Ji so angry that he kept hacking the ground with his sword, and he chopped the hard ground to pieces.

He could see that that little thing was messing with him. It is something that is not very harmful, but extremely insulting to tease him.

This soup is undrinkable, he has cooked a little more soup in total, he has already eaten some before, and he just sprinkled the full bowl, he will have no soup tonight.

After that, Zhao Ji had to simply bake some frozen marinated jerky to fill his stomach. I have to melt some more ice cubes in the kettle and drink some hot water to maintain body temperature.

This time he was more vigilant, and turned his head to look around from time to time, but the little thing didn't appear again that night.

The next day, when Zhao Ji got up, he found that something seemed to have been drawn on his face, and a new charcoal pencil was left on the side of the quilt.

"Forget it, at least I picked up a cheap charcoal pencil for nothing. It doesn't matter what is painted on the face." Zhao Ji had to laugh at himself, and put the newly picked charcoal pencil into a wooden box in his backpack.

As for the picture on his face, he couldn't see it anyway, and there was no one around him, so he just pretended it didn't exist. Anyway, after working, the sweat on the head and face will wet all the paintings.

When the time comes, just wipe your face, and you'll be done.

In a corner outside the camp, seeing humans come out to eat with a big painted face, this made the little goblin smile very happily. But later it discovered that that human being was really shameless, so he just ate with a painted face so calmly, then squatted and jumped to exercise his body, and then set off for work.

It seems that he doesn't take the 'painting' he drew last night seriously at all.

Didn't find it?

Impossible, how could such a funny painting not be discovered!

The leprechaun was jumping up and down on the snail shell and had to be noticed.

It floated out of the hiding corner in its own snail shell, circled around, and flew in front of Kiel.

Seeing the mysterious little thing appearing in front of him so majestically, Keir took a deep breath and decided not to do anything first, to see what the mysterious little thing was going to do.

If you want to fight, he will naturally accompany you. It's just that the most powerful ax is still on the top of the stump, and the long sword in his hand seems to have some attack effect on these mysterious things, but it's not that big.

Steady, Keel put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The goblin ignored the human's vigilance and flew directly in front of Kiel. It chirped and laughed, pointed at Kiel's face with its little finger, and made a drawing motion.

Well, this little thing admitted it on his own, and Keel pulled his face down, looking at what this little thing meant.

Seeing that there was no unnecessary reaction from the human beings, the little goblin gestured again, but no matter what it said about how funny the painting on the other party's face was, the other party responded with a look of incomprehension.

It patted its forehead, and it thought that the human beings on the other side could not understand the high elf language it spoke. In this way, it was even more impossible for the other party to understand the fairy language.

The speechless little goblin hurriedly walked on the snail shell, and soon, it came up with a way.

It cast a spell with both hands, pointing at the scattered silver plates under the hole of the ruins, and controlled a silver plate to fly out from the petrified tree stump.

When the opponent was about to cast a spell, Kiel pulled out his long sword a little bit, looking alert, but seeing that the little thing didn't intend to hurt him when casting spells, he held back and didn't move.

Then Kiel saw a silver plate fly out of the stump, and it flew towards them in no time.

I was a little envious of such a magical spell, and didn't know how to let this little thing do things for him, it would save him a lot of trouble.

The silver board stood upright in front of Kiel, and the goblin waved his hands again to cast a spell. The side of the silver board facing Kiel soon vibrated slightly, and then suddenly became as clear as a mirror.

Kiel raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, it was this little thing who did something bad in the passageway of the ruins before, which made him fall a lot.

But as the silver mirror became clearer, Kiel also saw what was painted on his face.

On his forehead, there is a little man drawn, and the little man's head is full of coins. As for the brain, it was eaten by a pig next to the villain.

On the cheeks on both sides, there are many pictures of small animals smiling with their feet up in the sky. Needless to say, those small animals are all laughing at him.

A map was drawn on the chin. Kiel took a closer look and found that it was a map of the vicinity, and the location where he hid the transported silver not far from the ruins was also clearly displayed on it.

On the nose, there is a picture of a small person who is the same as the little thing in front of him, holding his belly and having fun.

After Keir saw clearly what was painted on his face, he was so angry that one Buddha came out of his body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. Seeing Keel's expression at the moment, the little thing opposite him finally rolled happily on his snail shell.

Clang!

Kiel pulled out his long sword, and slashed at the little thing that was happy to laugh at him. This thing mocked him for moving the silver plate from the elven ruins. Judging from the things that have been punished many times before, it must be this little thing Cast spells on him where he can't see.

When the sword struck, the little thing didn't avoid Kiel's sword because he was lying on the snail shell and laughed, but the sharp blade of the sword just passed through the little thing without affecting it.

Kiel only felt a slight sluggishness from the hilt, knowing that the long sword could only slightly deal with this mysterious little thing.

But he couldn't get angry, so he had to swing his sword several times to slash at the reacting little thing.

After being hacked several times, the goblin finally felt uncomfortable. It wrinkled its nose and brows, pushed its little hand forward, and pushed Kiel back several meters.

Kiel stabilized his legs and center of gravity so as not to be pushed by the little thing's counterattack. Then, he rushed forward, anticipating the moment when the little thing cast a spell in advance, kicked his feet on the ground, and dodged the invisible force , and then stabbed the little thing's body with a sword.

But the opponent's body was just as unreal, there was no unnecessary reaction when the long sword stabbed it, but the little thing didn't seem to be feeling well, and it burrowed into its snail shell again.

Kiel struck the snail shell with his sword. Unexpectedly, this thing is the same as the small thing. The long sword can only have a very weak impact, but compared to attacking the small thing, attacking the snail shell seems to cause more damage to the opponent.

From the snail shell came a loud and angry complaint. The goblin saw in its mount and house that many of its collections were in a mess. Although the human outside couldn't do any harm, But the contents of the snail shell have been messed up everywhere.

One of his favorite ant pets escaped from the closed transparent box, and after crawling out, he was biting some colorful wings of moths he had collected.

A fresh fallen leaf that it likes -- it uses this thing for a rug, and it is now crumpled and mixed with a ball of honey.

Some of its clothes and other things are scattered in the snail shell.

Just as it was screaming and complaining because of these messy things, another sword from the human struck up, and the room became even more chaotic.

The goblin hurriedly manipulated the snail shell to drill into the ground to avoid the human who was irritated by it outside.

But even though the house was a mess, the human being was irritated by it, and it still had a lot of fun.

Kiel only came in time to chop two swords on the snail shell, and the snail shell sank into the ground under his feet with a sound of waves, as if diving into water.

Knowing that he was escaped by that little thing again, Zhao Ji had no choice but to put away his long sword, and kicked the silver board still hanging in the air with an aura.

The silver board flew away, and he himself jumped on one leg with his feet in his arms, crying out for pain.

Zhao Ji took the silver plate back later, because he found that after the little thing had processed the silver plate, the mirror-like side still existed.

Zhao Ji carried it back to the crypt and placed it where the entrance of the crypt could be illuminated by light. In this way, first of all, it can be used as a mirror used in daily life, and secondly, it can refract part of the light into the cave, making the place where he sleeps brighter.

Started to work again, although Zhao Ji felt embarrassed by the ridicule of the little thing, but in the face of so much silver, he still couldn't act as if he didn't see it or didn't know it.

Anyway, those elves had given up and evacuated this place a long, long time ago. It has been so long that the once hundreds of meters high tree has collapsed and turned into ashes, and the bottom of the tree has mutated and petrified.

In the dream, Zhao Ji saw that there were other elves outside the ruins, but those elves had already evacuated. Therefore, there is absolutely no need for this little thing to embarrass him because he took something from the ruins.

If you want it, you can take it away yourself.

Zhao Ji was thinking while putting a silver board into the barrel.

He laughed at himself, and suddenly felt that he was really hypocritical, thinking about these to excuse himself.

Laughed~www.mtlnovel.com~Zhao Ji pulled the rope, let the barrel go up, and reached in front of the jack, then he fixed the rope, and then pulled the other rope that controlled the jack, and let the jack turn head.

As the barrel suspended in the air rotated, it was finally blocked by a horizontal stick, and the silver plate in the barrel fell from the air and landed on the open space outside the petrified tree stump.

There was a muffled bang.

Zhao Ji could hear clearly from under the tree stump.

In this way, he has been busy until dark.

Unlike in the passageway of the ruins, there must be enough light to support him to operate the jack, and Zhao Ji has no lights or anything, and the lighting is insufficient, so he can't work outside at night.

If you do it again, you'll have to wait until tomorrow morning.

But Zhao Ji doesn't want to rest now, he is in good health and has plenty of energy, and he just manipulates the jack and pulls and pulls some ropes, which is really not tiring compared to carrying a heavy silver board.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway and didn't need to rest, Zhao Ji decided to take this opportunity to go into the passage of the ruins and find a way to get out the metal shelves in the room where the elves were stored.

Lighting up the torch, Zhao Ji stepped into the passage again. He didn't need to light the lamp holder placed on the side of the passage wall, and went directly to the room behind the stone gate in the middle of the passage.

In order to maintain sufficient lighting, Zhao Ji held a torch in one hand and a homemade oil lamp in the other.

In the storage room used by the elves to store sundries, the roof of the room was covered with many resting bats. Zhao Ji didn't want to disturb them, so he came in lightly.

First light an oil lamp in an open place for lighting, and then Zhao Ji put the torch at the door and stuck it.

Only then did he carefully look at the metal shelf where the items were originally placed.

Chapter end