Fairy’s Box

"Apart from us, many people think that the body of the nightmare curse is a nightmare, the kind of existence that feeds on nightmares and is the exact opposite of unicorns. But those who have really come into contact with her know that this is not the case." Miner The goblins seemed to sink into terrible memories, and the terror made every bone tremble.

"You mean 'she'? "Are caught a critical point.

"Yes, from our contact with her, that monster should be female... Unlike unicorns and Pegasus, it belongs to a life form closer to us."

"Goblin?" Charlene tapped the porcelain cup with a silver spoon.

"We can't be sure, because no one has ever seen her body." The miner goblin scratched his back.

"Continue to talk about her situation, what she has done, what abilities she has, where she lives, and so on." The black-haired knight was also very interested. Except for the one time he challenged Figueres, he had not yet The upper elves have fought against each other.

"As ordered." It organized the language and said quickly:

"She haunts the Nightmarish ruins in the northern part of the land, and she often launches an army to attack us. She calls her army changelings, with the ability to change at will."

"Is it gone?" Charlene put down the silver spoon and looked at the little goblin in surprise.

"She's a demon who does everything she can to harass us all the time, making us fear, grieve, and hate, and with every point of affection for her, she's more powerful." Miner Goblin The whole body trembled, and one-third of it was anger, and the rest was all fear.

"I see... Take me to your mine now." Yale stood up from the reclining chair and said to the ghost maid who was standing by:

"Bring my coat here."

"Let's go now, don't you finish dinner first?" The green-haired girl lay listlessly on the table and asked ill.

"The situation is serious, let me talk about it when I get back." After taking the coat from the ghost maid and getting dressed, the black-haired knight gestured towards the surprised miner goblin's jaw:

"lead the way."

"May fate bless you, my lord."

...

In the northwest of Glamorgan, on the outside of the wilderness near the river, on a khaki barren hill covered with vines, the miner goblin took out the hammer from his waist and knocked twice on the top of the hill:

"Sprinkle Damandi Luin!"

The mound twitched like plasticine in an instant, and it split abruptly, opening a small black mouth, just enough to allow a normal person to pass through.

"I'll lead the way for you." As soon as it finished speaking, it jumped into the hole with a puff of its own.

Yale walked to the top of the cave and saw that there was a large area of ​​soft sand directly below. In the spacious space, the miner goblin was holding a small lamp and beckoning to him.

He glanced around, wrote down the location of the mound, and jumped down into the mine.

Compared with the black-haired knight, the miner goblin was obviously overweight. After smashing into the sand, a large sand wave suddenly stirred up, almost burying the goblin carrying the miner's lamp alive.

"Please come with me."

The miner goblin seemed to be a little impatient, so he quickened his pace and walked towards the darkness in a flash, and Yale followed him unhurriedly.

Two figures, one big and one small, walked in the mine for more than ten minutes. The road became wider and brighter, and the light became brighter. The whole mine did not know how deep it was. in the end.

Finally, the passage in front suddenly turned, and a huge stone gate appeared. On the two plates of the stone gate, stood two armored goblin colossi - almost as tall as Aleigh.

"Sadaluluga Inge!"

It recited a fairy language, and the slate door rumbled and slowly opened towards both sides. At the same time, a scent of grass and trees mixed with the smell of alcohol came out from the door.

The two figures walked behind the door, and in front of them was a wide and beautiful square with a green fountain pool in the center. Looking around, the square was full of small buildings of various styles, surrounded by lights. Beacon-like torches shed bright golden light.

"This is where we live." The miner goblin said proudly.

"It's really good." Yale looked at the lighthouse that was about the same height as himself, and had a weird feeling of entering the Lilliputian country.

In the square, there were miner goblins lying or sitting sparsely, gathered in twos and threes, all with bitter faces and long sighs, a look of life without love but reluctance to die.

"Lord Count, please come with me to see the patriarch." The little goblin waved at him as she walked towards the end of the square.

"How many clansmen do you have?" the black-haired knight asked as he walked.

"There were more than 2,000 Goblins in the past when they were most prosperous, but now there are only more than 1,000 Goblins left. Many of the same clan were killed by that monster." It said bitterly.

It's so rare...

Unlike humans, goblins do not have a lifespan limit, they do not age, and they are difficult to die. And it will gain more mana with the precipitation of the years. As long as it lives long enough, the little brown monster can become a powerful fairy.

The so-called nightmare curse that can make an optimistic goblin like the miner goblin give up his life is really unusual.

It seems that because of returning home, the miner goblin talked more and more, and while introducing him to the former glory of the place, he walked towards the end of the square.

Going north out of the plaza, they crossed a huge wooden bridge with a horizontal mine. They entered a palace-style building. The palace hall had skylights open, shedding a white beam of light.

The light in the hall is very dazzling, and at intervals, a pair of huge goblin stone statues can be seen, guarding both sides of the palace walls.

They have various shapes, including galloping chariots, stabbing spears with shields, and charging with swords drawn, but no matter what kind of stone statues, they all have one feature in common. That is, they always have a hammer on their waists, and Yale also found that the miner goblins who seem to be more advanced, have longer beards.

A muffled sound came from the depths of the palace, and two rows of miner goblins with a total of six beards mopping the floor walked over quickly with crutches. When they saw the black-haired knight, they bowed and tried to reach the ground. He salutes.

"No, no, let's talk straight." Although Yale knew that the aging of fairies was just an appearance, he was still worried that they would break their waists.

"Lord Count, you must save us!" The six old miner goblins wept in unison with tears in the corners of their eyes.

"Don't cry, say something good! You fulfill your obligations as a subject, and I will fulfill your obligations as a lord."