Chapter 155

"Spade 5."

"Big you, plum 10."

"K, press on."

"Spade a, you lost."

"Don't do useless work, square A."

"Oh, damn it!"

In the dark cell, some goblins are playing cards around the table. But when they were playing cards, a vague quarrel came from next door.

...

(blame you, blame you!)

You blame me? If it wasn't for your stupid idea, we would have been reduced to this level.)

If you hadn't hurt Kerry Bolton, they would have shut us up

If you didn't let me stay in the hospital, how could I hurt him

No matter, it's up to you, it's up to you

...

the goblins on the card table could bear it at first, but gradually the quarrel became louder and louder. One of the Goblins who lost money threw the card angrily and stood up: "enough, those two little witches are very noisy."

"Never mind, let them go."

The goblin who won the money and smoked hugged Jin Jialong, smashed his mouth and said, "whatever you do, it's none of our business as long as you don't kill anyone."

"Well, both are fools."

The goblin took out two golden garons and threw them on the table: "one more game."

So they started a new round of playing cards, but there was no stop to the quarrel.

(bang bang!)

"What sound." The goblin was surprised and looked behind her.

"Fight? The relationship between these witches is really fragile. "

A goblin coldly said: "no wonder every day in the war."

...

(bang!)

(ah!)

With a sharp scream coming from behind.

(you dare to hit me, you dare to hit me)

(hit you!)

(ah, you let go!)

(smelly girl, I've endured you for a long time)

...

the four goblins are silent. They look at each other, and the war seems to be more fierce than they think.

The genie took the lead in grabbing the lantern and said, "let's go and have a look."

The four goblins stood up and quickly went to the cage. When they got to the cage, they were shocked. The two little witches who were locked in the cell by them had a fight with each other. They insulted each other verbally and hurt each other physically.

The girl was beaten black and blue, and the boy was caught with ten bloodstains. Two people stare at each other, open their teeth and claws.

The floor was sprinkled with blood, and the legs of tables, chairs and benches were broken everywhere.

"Let go!"

The Banshee screamed, "come on, go in and pull the boy apart. The boy is violent."

Three goblins rushed into the cell and tore apart the two men who were fighting each other.

Then without saying a word, he took out chains and tied Hoffa up.

A stream of electricity flowed through the chain, making Hoffa's scalp numb.

But it was only limited to scalp numbness, because there was Thunderbird magic in his body. The current was no doubt tickling and even quite comfortable for him, but he had to pretend that he was electrified to death, rolling on the ground, rolling his eyes, drooling at the corners of his mouth and twitching.

At this time, agleia suddenly put her arms around the goblin, grabbed her clothes, shook and cried:

"take me, take me out of here, hurry up! Whatever you want me to do... I'm fed up with this lunatic! "

The goblin kicked Hoffa and scolded agleia angrily, saying, "shut up and make friends with such people. Your own eyes are bad enough!"

Agleia cried out, her tears rolling, and even tried to wipe tears on the shoulder of the goblin, a state of mental breakdown caused by excessive pressure.

A trace of disdain flashed on the goblin's face. She pushed away agraia, but still said, "take her down for treatment, take care of her, and don't let her run away."

Several goblins were ordered to carry aglea out of the cell.

Only Hoffa and the Leprechaun were left in the cage. The Leprechaun rubbed her chin, circled around the bound Hoffa, and turned around him for a while.

Suddenly he asked, "are you up to something?"

Hoffa spat at it.

He burst into a rage and kicked Hoffa in the head: "I dare you, wait to feed the dragon. Rubbish. "

After kicking Hoffa for a while, he picked up the lantern and swaggered out of the cell. The cage was locked up again, and there was darkness and silence around it.

As the current in the chain faded away, Hoffa struggled. There is no separation.He opened his mental field, and the ground began to wriggle. Three iron palms grew out of the ground like mushrooms. The palm was open, and there was a golden key in the palm.

That's the key to the cage. Agraia stole it from the goblin when he was performing the drama. I have to say that this guy really has the talent to be a thief.

He wanted to steal the key, divert the goblin's attention, open the cage, and then go to find her. They left helzburg together.

It was not in his plan to be chained by the goblin.

is now coming from the spray of the banned magic spray for less than three minutes. After three minutes, he will lose his magic again, and the goblin will soon find her keys stolen.

We have to make a quick decision.

As his hands are bound, he can only use the mental field to control the key on the ground to unlock his chains.

This is a great test for Hoffa's magic control. Before, he used the broken grip to control his opponent, and never carried out such subtle and precise operation.

Let's not say that the diameter of the keyhole on the chain is only a few millimeters. It's an extremely painful thing to control metamorphosis and grasp the key.

There's no nerve on the ground. He can't control the strength at all. Lighten it. The key falls on the ground and needs to be picked up again. If it's heavier, the key made of pure gold will be bent off immediately.

It's no less than operating a baby grabbing machine to grab an egg. In addition, the surrounding dark, the difficulty can be imagined.

There are only two minutes left.

The trembling iron hand on the ground didn't aim at the keyhole at all. It slid around the keyhole, but couldn't get in.

Damn it! Why lock yourself up.

Hoffa struggled for a moment, and the cold sweat dropped from his forehead.

He took a deep breath and entered a state of meditation. Although meditation greatly improved his spirit, this time, it was still not enough for the subtle operation.

At this moment, he began to miss his wand. It was as easy to control as his arm. If his wand is still there, he can easily turn it into any shape. Even if it's the key...

there's only one minute left before the next magic elixir ban.

But Hoffa didn't even touch the door bar of the secret room, and his anxiety can be imagined.

It's 30 seconds before the potion comes.

At this time, in the calm sea of knowledge, a face came to the surface, and quickly began to split.

Hoffa was in a trance for a moment. The bright colors flashed by. All his emotions were cut off quickly. He became very indifferent.

The hard to control iron hand on the ground instantly becomes the same as its own palm. It cleanly inserts into the keyhole and opens the chain, with unimaginable accuracy.

at the same time, at the top of the dark cell, the lotus canopy was opened again, with a tiny bitter almond flavored magic spray.

Hoffa broke the chain and stood up. The wound on his face quickly healed under the activated skin. He moved his head. He pinched his nose, picked up the key and quickly opened the cell door.

After running out of the range of forbidden potion, the indifference disappeared. Huo FA looked at the key in his palm and was slightly surprised.

What is this? Is it too much pressure that leads to breaking the limit? He clearly does not have enough mental power to control the key. Why is it suddenly enough?

After thinking for a long time, he also checked his body, but found nothing unusual.

He turned his head and disappeared in the material world. He followed the magic wave of aglea and found it.

...

these goblins probably have a natural addiction to caves. They build these caves in all directions with extremely complex structures.

There are different things in different caves, such as magic materials, magical creatures, and even controlled items in Muggles, guns and poppies. These goblins really do all kinds of business.

After walking through the cave for a few minutes, Hoffa saw the goblin who had imprisoned herself.

It is carrying a lantern, twisting left and right to move forward, did not know that behind the fast approaching guy.

When Hoffa was nearly five meters away from her, he realized something was wrong and turned his head abruptly. Carrying the lantern, he lit everywhere.

Palm to the waist, looking in the pocket for a few seconds, found that the key is missing.

Well... How...

as soon as it looks changed, it almost immediately has to go back. As soon as I turned around, a slender palm stretched out from behind me and pressed the head of the fairy's horsetail.

He saw a pair of pale gold eyes behind him. The guy came around behind him at some time. He wanted to cry, but his mouth was covered. Hoffman opened his hand and caught the lantern falling from the hand of the fairy.

Light way: "excuse me."

Goblin's head and next to the wall to a close contact, directly the local coma in the past.Raising the lantern, Hoffa looked around.

At this moment, he has come out of the cave where the cell is. The surroundings are no longer as primitive as the cells, and the goblins are quite careful about where they live. This is a rectangular hall with an inclined corner. It is 20 meters long, 6 meters wide and more than 10 meters. The ceiling is decorated with Arabic pattern, emitting bright and soft magic light, illuminating the collection in this room.

There are more than 30 famous paintings by the master, which decorate the walls with carved patterns. The frame format is the same, and each painting is separated by a glittering shield plate. Hoffa also saw some extremely valuable paintings, some of which were also appreciated in junior high school art textbooks.

Van Gogh's starry night, Monet's church, the unknown woman in Titian's painting... I don't know whether it's genuine or fake.

Although it was not a good time to appreciate the painting, he still carried the lantern around for a moment. After all, he had never seen so many paintings piled together.

Among them, Hoffa saw that in the center of these goblin collections, there is a huge oil painting, which is much larger than those around.

At first glance, Hoffa thought it was an abstract painting by some madman. But a closer look, it's not.

There is a huge and colorful dragon in the picture. It is twisted and grotesque. Perched on the top of the cliff, surrounded by nothingness and paleness, the Dragon God is lonely, and looks like the world is not worth it.

Hoffa doesn't know why he can see people's feelings from the dragon's face. He doesn't know at all, but there is no doubt that this painting conveys this feeling to him.

Just looking at it, there is a voice from afar,

(the little girl is not bad, she should have the blood of Meiwa.)

(yes, if I say, Ralph should sell her. Maybe she can get a good price.)

Hoffa was surprised, and immediately put out the lantern and hid aside. The voice could be heard, but no one came for a long time. Hoffa straightened up and slipped slowly to the place where he was talking. Turning around the corner, I found two Goblins who had been playing cards were standing near a room chatting.

"Sell money, she can't sell money. Recently, those foreign witches have learned how to play the game of barter. It seems that they don't need jinjialong."

"True or false?"

"I lied to you? Some time ago, a group of Oriental witches exchanged fireballs for medicines. "

"Hum, get a bunch of dragons back. If there is no treasure to guard, what's the point? Fewer and fewer people are buying our insurance. This month's income is 30% lower than that of last month

"In the final analysis, the potions are not enough, and those witches are not fools. Seeing that our potions are less and less, they are not fooled."

"No? Hum, next time you tell the ring to take away all the protesting witches. Don't influence our business here. "

"To where?"

"Let them go to gulingge to get medicine, and throw them to the bottom of the ground to save the fodder for those fire dragons."

"But if the family members come up, isn't it trouble?"

"Let's say it's the Krauts who killed them. Who cares about the death of 800 people these days?"

Hoffa kept silent and listened for a while. He knew that capital was chasing profits, but he found that he underestimated the cold-blooded ruthlessness of these goblins. These guys actually exchange medicines with other countries for fire dragons, and then use fire dragons to guard treasure. They even feed the dragon with the wizard. I can't believe it. It really confirms the old saying of the East. If it's not our race, it will be different.