"..." Roland listened to Jesseava's story without commenting. You have to know that the world view here is quite different from the Middle-earth that Roland knew before. At least there are no gods in this world. Everything Jesseava said needs to be verified.
"There is no army to support us... Our people escaped from that hell and took refuge with humans... We didn't expect that after seeing that we were no longer glorious, humans would betray us! They expelled our people! They refused to help us! Without wealth, we simply cannot afford the costs of alchemy... We thought about revenge, but... Haha! A farmer with a dung fork can easily kill a goblin warlock without alchemical items! The restoration of our country is also a long way off... Now, all we have left is the letter that Isildur promised us!" Jessava tightened her ill-fitting clothes.
"So what are you going to do?" Roland had a guess in his mind. Would this child want to cross Rhovanion and go to Gondor to ask Gondor to fulfill its promise?
"Go to Gondor to find their king to fulfill his promise?" Roland's mouth twitched.
"Of course! Is there any problem?" Jesse Ava glanced at Roland and cleared his throat.
"Before his death, our last emperor cursed the Gondor royal family for breaking their promise! Their bloodline will gradually wither away until it is cut off before their promise is fulfilled! Any lord who rules that land will be punished!" Jesse Ava smiled sinisterly.
"Oh my God!" Roland was stunned. No wonder the Gondor royal family had such a difficult fate! He had always wondered how such a large royal family could go a thousand years without a king! Letting an alien take control of the country... turned out to be the work of the goblins!
"Your identity must be something special!" Roland asked tentatively. You know, these secrets are not accessible to everyone.
"Do you believe me when I say I am the current Goblin King?" Jesse Ava pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Believe it!" Roland said solemnly after glancing at Jesseava. Judging people by appearance is the most deadly way. The goblin who knows these secrets is definitely a noble among the goblins, even if he is not the goblin king! These things are inaccessible to ordinary people. Some of these things, even Roland, are new to hearing from others. Ordinary goblins don't know these secrets.
"Gnome secret key! This can prove my identity!" Jesse Ava took out a huge key from somewhere. As Jesse Ava injected magic power into it, the entire key began to emit a soft orange-red light. A burst of magic pattern light flashed. Obviously, the magic circle on it was activated. As the machine amplifier sounded, one after another
"So you're planning to go to Gondor now? Alone?" Roland was completely confused. This lone goblin looked so funny.
"It's not that I look down on you... In your current condition, you can't even cross the Mirkwood, let alone go south along the Anduin River to Gondor." Roland had to pour a basin of cold water on him.
"Plop!" Jesse Ava sat down on the ground with his eyes dull and his pupils gradually lost focus.
"So I suggest you gather some men and head south! After all, the journey is not peaceful," Roland kindly reminded.
"All my followers died on the road protecting me..." Jesseava said dejectedly. He was now in a dilemma. He had no money left to return, let alone the south to find Gondor. The goblins' meager wealth and resources were enough to bring them here. Even so, Jesseava had put on a brave face, bowing his head and following the caravans south. While crossing the Grey Mountains, they encountered a horde of orcs, and the caravan was completely annihilated. All his followers died protecting the king. (The goblin warriors' combat effectiveness... you can imagine it yourself; I won't go into detail about the beauty of the scene.)
"...That's it. I came here because of some problems with the teleportation magic. I originally dug a hole in the ground to avoid various predators that appeared during the day, but I didn't expect that it would be dug out by farmers with hoes!" Jesse Ava laughed at himself. He had brought shame to the goblin kings of all generations.
"This..." Roland's face flushed instantly. Oh my goodness! It seemed like he and his group were to blame again... His eyes now turned to the centaurs from the tribes of Badr and Tuput. They were finally not the only victims.
"So, what else do you goblins have?" Roland, driven mad by poverty, suddenly had an idea. What kind of person is Roland? He's the kind of person who leaves behind a few kidneys even when a poor person comes! What kind of place is River Rapids? Even Liu Huaqiang has to pick two green melons before leaving! With such a hidden fat sheep appearing before Roland, how could he not kill him and his people? He must know that his empty wealth is still waiting for the contributions of all kinds of destined people! He must believe in Roland! Thorin may be the first victim, but he will definitely not be the last!
At this moment, Roland's knife was aimed at Jesse Ava, the shabby goblin king.
"Hmm?" Jesse Ava looked at Roland with a puzzled look on his face. How could someone still remember him when he was so poor?
"For this trip, the goblins have spent their last copper coin!" Jesse Ava didn't say it explicitly but indirectly told Roland that he was a pauper now!
"Uh..." Roland choked and was speechless.
"By the way, your alchemical data and knowledge should have been preserved!" Yun Feng, who was watching the fun nearby, suddenly interjected.
"Of course! This is the last glory left by our ancestors!" Tears flashed in Jesseava's eyes. Although the goblins were no longer able to carry out various alchemical experiments, the alchemical achievements preserved by the goblins were definitely treasures. Maybe they were garbage to others, but don't forget! Roland has a wise man under his command!
"Your Highness, consider bringing back some of the goblins' alchemical results." Yun Feng directly communicated with Roland's consciousness using his powerful mental power.
"Is it really that powerful?" Roland asked in his heart.
"What do you think of an alchemy technology tree that can support an empire?" Yun Feng asked back.
"Damn! It must be there!" Roland's eyes turned red.
"The goblins are the inventors of alchemy. They have so much technology that we need to learn!" Yun Feng said solemnly. Even though he had already reached the highest level of alchemy, the more you know, the more you don't know! There were so many things that Yun Feng was eager to learn.
"I'll try!" Roland said affirmatively.
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"You are helpless at the moment! It seems you need help, Jesseava! The once great goblin king!" Roland approached like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken.
"I don't have wealth..." A light flashed in Jesseava's eyes. He could not afford the wealth to hire mercenaries.
"That's okay. The results and formulas of alchemical research are also fine. If you are willing to pay enough for the alchemical formula, I will send a heavy cavalry to escort you to Gondor!" Roland thought for a moment and said, after all, he only had so many mobile forces. It would be a waste to use the Badanian archers as cavalry, and the Holy Knights could obviously not be moved, so the only ones left were the heavy cavalry.
"Okay! If you are willing to send me to Gondor in return, I am willing to pay you with alchemical results and formulas!" Jesse Ava said hurriedly.
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