The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 292 The Origin of Kerosene

"Have you found the altar of the dead?"

"I sensed it, very clearly, inside the largest building in the palace. Judging from its location, it seems to be the emperor's residence.

You wanted to see the altar of the dead, so I didn't destroy it. Anyway, there wasn't much soul fire left on that altar. It was probably used by the undead warriors we killed."

"Then let's take a break, take over the palace, and clean up the undead in the imperial city. Where's Clark? Find Clark. I have something to ask him."

After a while, the alert airship landed on the city wall. The goblin boy jumped off the airship tremblingly, climbed onto the wall and looked into the city. His little green face turned pale in an instant.

"Lord Darren..."

Feng Yu waved his hand and asked a soldier to bring over a bucket of black kerosene.

"Do you know this thing?"

"Kerosene?"

"Yes! I want to know the specific information about this thing, what it is made of, or where did the people in the Golden City get it from.

Don't worry, Clark. As you can see, the Golden City has been almost destroyed by our warriors. As a great hero, you must have a share of the gold here.

Whether you become a boss or retire in Pupu City in the future, I will make clear arrangements for you. "

Clark's eyes sparkled, and he performed a goblin's etiquette to Feng Yu solemnly: "Sir, I know that these black things were dug out in the desert by the people of the Golden Empire.

There is not much wood in the desert, and the few rice straws are used to feed livestock, so they use this to make fire.

As for the city walls being used for defense, we have heard of this, but we have never been to the Imperial City and we did not know there were these things on the city walls.”

Feng Yu's expression suddenly changed: "Really... dug out from the ground?"

"Well, we goblins once wanted to sell these things, but unfortunately these kerosene are of no value."

Feng Yu curled his lips and nodded. To the natives of the Green Continent, this thing was indeed of no value.

"Do you know where it is?"

"On the east coast, I heard there's a black cave with this thing in it. I don't know the details because I haven't been there."

Feng Yu nodded: "Council, take the alert airship to look for it. If you find the cargo, I will give you an airship."

The dog owner now owns a whole golden city. He speaks with a very strong back and a frightening tone. As soon as he opens his mouth, Clark the goblin is stunned, and the goblin boy nods repeatedly.

I didn’t expect that there would be an unexpected gain! I am looking forward to it. If it is true… then wouldn’t it be a big success? !

Feng Yu opened his mouth wide, having forgotten how to laugh.

"What's wrong with you?" Dempsey asked.

"Ah!" Feng Yu straightened his face and sighed. "Originally, I just wanted to see the Soul Fire Altar that can store memories. I didn't expect that there would be good news before I even saw the altar."

"What good news?"

Feng Yu pointed at the kerosene and said, "Energy, I can't explain it to you clearly. Let me confirm it first. Next, we will clean up the Golden City inside and out, and then take over the Yellow Machine City."

The goblin Clark said in a low voice: "Lord Darren... There are still a few villages and towns in the Golden Empire, but they are not big. However, the nobles there are all branches of the Golden City royal family..."

"Hmph!" Feng Yu sneered, "It's fine if they have ideas, but they have to ask us, the warriors who have worked so hard to clean up the Golden City, whether we agree or not."

Whether it was the kerosene dug out from the ground or the altar of the undead, neither of them was something Feng Yu would let go of. He would not rob living people, but the Golden City was something he had taken back from the undead after two days of trying. It was obviously impossible to ask him to spit it out.

He is a dark programmer, Lord Darren from Pupu City who caused the blood of tens of thousands of people to spill in Lengshui River with a wave of his hand. He is not a kind and faithful man or a mentally retarded person with an overflowing heart of a saint.

After resting for half an hour, Feng Yu led the soldiers down the city wall. Under the dual protection of the dwarf heavy-armored warriors and Demps ground-to-air weapons, they moved along the central axis of the imperial city towards the magnificent imperial palace.

"There are still a group of undead in the palace, about a hundred or eighty of them. The dwarves can easily take care of them with a single charge."

When Feng Yu and his soldiers arrived in front of this magnificent palace, they were all stunned.

There were indeed undead warriors, but these undead warriors in golden armor stood on both sides of the palace hall, holding their weapons straight, just like they did in life.

"Damn, what is this? The Emperor of the Dead? So impressive!"

"We really should let Fred and Berry see what a palace is." Dick muttered in a muffled voice as he looked at the magnificent palace.

"Come on, if your king and the next king live by this standard, then you ordinary dwarves will have to eat dirt!!"

"Be careful, these undead warriors are real!"

Feng Yu made a gesture, and after a burst of gunfire, the so-called real undead warriors who were standing upright all lay down.

When they arrived outside the open door of the hall, they saw two rows of warriors standing on both sides of the hall, and on the golden throne facing the door, sat a human wearing a gorgeous crown.

"Not the undead?" Feng Yu was shocked. Humans rule over the undead?
"Foreigners, please give an emperor the respect he deserves!"

"Fuck!" Feng Yu was shocked. The soldiers behind him also raised their guns and aimed at the human on the throne.

"Get rid of the undead warriors first!"

Feng Yu didn't care about respect or not, and first asked his brothers to knock down the golden-armored warriors in the hall.

The man on the throne sighed: "I've heard that the plane guardian can't tolerate these undead souls. It seems to be true. But... it doesn't matter. Didn't we expect this day a long time ago?!"

The person on the throne lifted the golden bead curtain in front of his forehead to the golden hooks on both sides, revealing a young face.

"Are you sent by the plane guards to destroy the undead?"

At this moment, Feng Yu's interest was completely attracted by a complex magic circle that appeared on the ground of the hall after the golden-armored warrior fell.

This magic circle was embedded in a round metal plate. Looking at the shining magic crystals on it and the silver-glowing metal in the grooves of the magic circle, Feng Yu, who had extorted a large amount of rare resources from the two great human empires, recognized it.

"Oh my god, a pure gold base, a mithril magic circle with no magic resistance, and all magic crystals above the instructor level, awesome!" Feng Yu's voice was about to break with excitement.

Feng Yu raised his head and said, "Dear Emperor of the Desert Empire, let me make it clear that I am not a pawn of the dragon race who claim to be the guardian of the plane.

Let me introduce myself. I am Darren Fengyu, the military director of the miracle city of Cattail City in the southern wilderness and the owner of an industrial company. The dragon clan can’t afford me. "

(End of this chapter)