The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 267 Mosaic Goblin

Everyone on Alert No. 3 became interested and took out their weapons to observe.

"where?"

"You can't see the green-skinned goblin standing out so conspicuously on the yellow sand on the starboard side, due east?"

"I see it, but why are the goblins coming over there? Are they trying to get closer to our flint mine area? These information dealers are really willing to do anything for human gold coins."

"That shouldn't be the case. The goblins in the caravan have all been registered. If we find out, the entire caravan will lose the right to trade with the industrial company. The goblins are not that stupid!
The human mage has almost visited our Cattail City. His granddaughter is still here. Is it necessary to ask the goblins to check the flint mine?"

"You forgot that our power station is next to the flint mine. All our generators are there!"

"I think you forgot. It's not like Moran the Mage has never been to a power station before. But it's a pity that even a Mage can't understand our thunder power!"

"No, look, the goblin has spotted us and is waving towards us."

"Really? Why is he lying down?"

The goblin Clark was almost at the end of his rope, and what kept him going were the low rocks exposed in the yellow sand in the distance.

He knew that when he saw the rocks, he was not far from the wilderness.

That place is a city of wealth in the eyes of the goblins, where the Cattail City is located. The goblins who do business there all make a fortune.

Once he gets there, he will be saved. Although the rules in Cattail City are very strict, some of which are almost discriminatory to the goblins, Cattail City is not ruthless.

He still remembers that when the new little guy in the team was dying, his fellow caravan members even believed that he had no hope of survival. It was the residents of Cattail City in the trade zone who discovered him and reported it to Cattail City.

When the light of plant-based healing magic shone on the little man, they all cheered and expressed their most sincere gratitude to Cattail City.

And it was after that incident that Cattail City actually set up a medical center in the trade zone to treat injured goblins.

Although it is charged like other services in the trade zone, the price is just like the goods in Cattail City, which are of good quality and low price.

If they were in the human world, even if they paid ten times the price, they would not be able to hire a high-level healing magician to treat them.

And now, he has reached the edge of the wilderness, and he must persevere because he has seen the dawn of hope.

Clark's eyes were moist. In the sky far away in the direction of Cattail City, was the treasure that their boss had always dreamed of but could not get. Every goblin knew that it was Cattail City's super airship, something that the goblins had been seeking for but had no chance of obtaining.

Their boss had been coveting that large airship with that kind of paint for a long time; they were too familiar with it.

Long-term lack of water and hunger made Clark extremely weak. He could not even shout. He waved weakly at the airship in the sky.

A bright spot appeared on the airship in the sky and flashed away. Clark knew that it was a specialty of Cattail City, the reflection of glass. Many warriors in Cattail City had glass cylinders on their weapons that had an effect similar to that of Eagle Eye.

'They found me!'

Clark let go of all his insistence, and in an instant the whole goblin relaxed, fell limply to the ground, and fainted.

"Lean closer!"

After finally discovering something during the boring patrol, the members of Alert No. 3 would naturally not let it go.

"It is indeed a goblin, but he seems to have fainted." As the distance got closer, the people on the airship also saw the goblin Clark lying on his back on the sand dune.

"Looks like dead to me," said an elf.

"Well, you, aren't you just because the goblins exchanged two kilograms of salt for the gem carving that has been passed down in your family?"

"That's the only thing left of my father, and he carved it himself."

"Okay, what should we do, should we land?"

"Let's go down. This place is too far from the base camp. Even if we send a message now for the patrol team to come, it will take half a day. It's almost noon. Even if this goblin is fine, he will die if he lies here in the sun for half a day."

For safety reasons, Alert No. 3 did not land on the ground, but stopped a few meters in the air. An elf did not bring a demon hunting rifle, but checked the revolver in the holster on his belt and slid down the ladder lightly.

The other members who stayed on Guard No. 3 raised their weapons and became alert, as they had done during training. After all, the appearance of a goblin here was too abrupt, and they were afraid it was a trap.

They had learned some confusing tutorials during training, such as how to trick a precision airship into landing and snatch it.

After the elf warrior landed, he quickly pulled out the revolver from the holster on his waist and opened the safety with a click. The revolver still had a safety. After all, this thing was not like an anti-aircraft gun that needed to be carried with you. It would be too much to have no safety.

The elf warrior approached and found that it was indeed a goblin, and a large mosaic goblin at that. This was because the goblin, lying on the ground without a sound, had no clothes on his body, which made him look completely "open and aboveboard".

"Hey, hey, where are you from, goblin... wake up, wake up!"

"Captain, the goblin is not dead. He must have fainted. However, his condition is not good. His lips are cracked and the color of his skin is obviously not the healthy green."

"If he came from the desert, this is normal. Is there any other clue on him?"

"Um... does having nothing count as a clue?"

"I'll go down first, and we'll scout the area. You stay on guard in the sky, and land when you see my signal."

The captain got off the airship and looked around with the elf warrior. There was only a row of freshly stepped footprints nearby, which were obviously left by the green mosaic goblin.

"We are running out of water. It seems that this guy really came from the desert. Let's save him. Send him back to Cattail City quickly. If he is really a goblin from the caravan, he will not be the only one in trouble."

The captain said this, waved at Alert No. 3, and made two tactical gestures.

Two soldiers carrying a stretcher jumped down from Alert No. 3. The goblin who had fainted on the ground was very light, and his originally dark green skin had a sickly grayish color. He was barely breathing, and it was obvious at a glance that he was not fake.

"Send a telegram to the headquarters and ask them to prepare for rescue. Also, tell them that I suspect there may be goblins in the desert. Ask them to send out scouts."

"Got it, Captain." The radio operator put on headphones and started sending telegrams to the headquarters.

(End of this chapter)