When doriard saw the weapon brought by a goblin in lalvato, she thought a little discouraged: "it''s really quite small in size for the popular sword now, and I don''t see the smell similar to the magic sword. What do I, a magic singer, want a lower middle level sword for?"


    From general magic props to artifact, there is a data called magic data volume in this world, that is, the total capacity of the effect strength that can be given by weapons. Even if it does not show the exact value as the computer, experienced magic chanters can feel the approximate area.


    Doriard didn''t feel that the weapon had any magic data. It was like a negative value. It seems to have any effect. If you can use it as a magic sword, it is the garbage in the garbage.


    Ralva''s words were unexpected: "the tenth level summons demons, Goblin queen. And you can use them. We don''t want meaningless and valuable sacrifices."


    "Eh? The sword..."


    "Demon chopping sword... In this world, it''s probably rubbish as you think. You can give it to any of your companions or bring it yourself, as long as you ensure that someone in the team is equipped."


    "Ah, ha..."


    ……………………………………………………


    When doriard returned to the deck, he had closed his hood again, sighed, and put his fingers into his hood to play with the little guys who, although named "goblin Queen", were different from those who summoned demons with wisdom and could only obey their orders.


    This may go all the way in the face of most dangerous mysteries in the world, but it can only be regarded as something worthy of use before the "Centennial aftershock".


    A little dissatisfied. Is it OK to vent without letting its hp drop?


    So she took the Queen''s head between her two fingers and rubbed it on both sides.


    "Why?" the goblin queen made a voice, and her eyes danced with the sound, flashing gold and red.


    "Eh? This, this voice is, Lord Starr?! why didn''t lord ralva say earlier..."


    "It''s just connected by magic. Originally, I was going to explain it myself. What are you doing suddenly? Do you want to crush this head?"


    "How dare, how dare? Just play. Really, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."


    Doriad smiled hurriedly and stroked the little head gently.


    "I said it''s magic, isn''t it? I can''t feel it even if you touch it like that," said Starr. "Next, don''t talk to me until you''re allowed to talk to me again. Do what I say..."


    After receiving a fairly clear order, doriard stuffed the goblin queen back into her hood and sighed.


    One of her countryman''s confidants noticed the situation and approached her and asked softly, "Lord doriard, was it not that Lord larva put forward a difficult order? It''s really rare."


    "Vasha, do you think we are more afraid of death than before? It is not uncommon for our compatriots to encounter irresistible disasters."


    "After all, it''s not very rare for us to evolve to this form. Why have we started to evolve a lot since they visited the city of the eight desires king?" a confidant named Vasha stretched out a white wood hand under the white robe, twisted it and kicked it under his feet.


    If it hasn''t evolved, it''s probably vines and roots.


    Although the vine is tough, powerful in waving and winding and flexible in twisting, it is still different from the tentacle. Its operation accuracy and sensitivity to the outside world are very poor. And even if they had evolved into primate bodies, those abilities had not disappeared in the past.


    "Well, it''s not our style to think too much. Since they let us do it, just do it, and think about who can help drag the body back." walsha put away her hands and feet and joked.


    Doriad: "well, I''ll just do it. Since I''m appointed to the highest position, I''ll exercise my power and officially hand over all my tasks to you -"


    Walsha: please, just this, absolutely not


    Doriad: "I''d better take a few companions to charge instead of mobilizing so many heads."


    Vasha: Yes, Lord doriard. Please come on


    Doriad: "... Sure enough, you have become very afraid of death?"


    Walsha: "the total number of troops allocated to us this time is 1500, of which 45 are above level 70 after receiving Lord larva''s protection. How about transferring 30 of the most suitable occupations to Lord doriard to lead the team in person?"


    Doriard: Uh huh... That''s it. Anyway, I don''t know them well. Remember to give me clatter and Nix


    Walsha: you mean the legendary ''relic guardian'' niksfia La split Golan and the ''magic steel claw'' clatter Bach, don''t you


    Doriad: who else is there besides them


    Walsha: "just say what Nix and clatter say. Don''t you have several names with similar pronunciation?"


    Doria de: "don''t be a liar. You must be the strongest. By the way, since the team has more than 30 people, give me the maze supply vehicles numbered 10, 13 and 23."


    Walsha: "ah... This combination is a little so, but Lord doriard has his own consideration. I see."


    At this time, there was a tremor on the hull. It seemed that the bottom of the ship had touched the area enough to run aground, which was not an accident for the ghost warship that could have floated.


    Vasha: Here we are. Do you want a shot


    Doriad: don''t do such meaningless things


    Walsha: it''s just because it''s meaningless that I want to have fun


    Doriad: let''s go. Let''s get ready for the landing. Send a team of 100 to have a look first


    Dozens of seconds later——


    Vasha: "Oh, all fell into the swamp and sank? Isn''t it impossible to revive?"


    Doriad: but isn''t it strange that everyone fell into the swamp at the same time? The distance between the front and back of the team is more than 30 meters


    Walsha: isn''t the biggest problem why we didn''t notice the swamp before


    Doriad: is it really a swamp after all? What we see is just the phenomenon of sinking? It may also be a trap


    Walsha: "call for artillery support. Although it probably doesn''t make sense to annihilate possible enemies, it should be able to distinguish the sinking phenomenon by explosion."


    Doriard: who said a shot was meaningless just now


    Walsha: isn''t that you


    Doriard: "you admit it yourself... Cough, what and what? This gun is not another gun! It''s my fault."


    (to be continued)