Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Just as mice cannot resist the temptation of cheese, humans are the same.

Soon, the exploration team arrived at a very special area. Here, strange new structures appeared.

Were those burrows in the maze?

Logically speaking, even if there were monsters in the burrows, they should have immediately come out to attack them when they approached, just like those skeletons or ghouls.

But now, they were already very close to the burrows, yet there was still no movement coming from the pitch-black holes.

What was going on?

They had come for the treasure, so they definitely had to go down and investigate such burrows. Who knows, there might be some good treasures hidden inside.

However, out of caution, the nuns still used their old method and first dispatched their subordinate Shadow Disciples, driving the slaves to enter the burrows first.

The slaves, forced to obey the orders of their nun masters, could only step into the burrow one by one, no matter how terrified and afraid they were.

And just as their figures had barely disappeared into the burrow...

Wha!!!!!?

Many Shadow Disciples' hearts nearly skipped a beat because they saw that, from the outside, one couldn't tell at all, but inside the burrow, a bunch of green monsters, which were goblins, were all ambushed at the entrance, like hunters waiting for their prey to come to them.

Moreover, what made the male slaves even more terrified was that these goblins inside the burrows seemed to be much stronger, much more robust, and much more intelligent than they had known.

The goblins seemed to have realized that these male slaves were not the main force at all, but were here to probe. They didn't attack them, but instead stared at them fiercely with vicious eyes, as if warning them not to make a sound to alert the others.

Make no sound to alert?

Hehe.

The goblins' intelligence was still not quite good.

All these male slaves, the so-called Shadow Disciples, hated the nuns so much that they wished those vicious women could die miserably, preferably tortured to death.

The Shadow Disciples looked at each other and immediately realized that this was a perfect opportunity for revenge.

So they didn't make a sound and walked out, pretending to be calm.

As if there was indeed no danger in the burrow.

The nuns, under this scene, did not suspect anything. After all, in their view, if there were really monsters, it would be impossible for the male slaves to hide it. The monsters would definitely attack them first.

Just like that, one by one, the nuns began to walk with ease. Under the leadership of the High Bishop Natalie, they got closer and closer to the burrow, ready to go inside and investigate.

It wasn't until they were two or three meters away from the entrance of the burrow that Natalie seemed to notice something. The expression under her black eye patch changed, and she frowned slightly. Just as she was about to speak up and remind them of something, it was too late.

The first batch of nuns had already entered the burrow, and as soon as they went in, they were greeted by the goblins who had been lying in ambush for a long time, with several sharp blades.

Squish!

The knives easily stabbed into the nuns' abdomens. This was not a vital point and would not cause death, but it would immediately make them unable to fight.

A large number of unsuspecting nuns were immediately hit. But before they could scream, the goblins' big hands slapped over the nuns' mouths.

"Mmm! Mmph!"

The sharp pain in their abdomens quickly drained their strength, and when they wanted to cry out to alert their companions and call for help outside the burrow, they were all muffled by the goblins and could only whimper.

Afterwards, the goblins inside the burrow, like ants, began to quickly carry these nuns who had lost their combat ability after being ambushed. Under their struggling and terrified expressions, they started to transport them to the deeper parts of the burrow.

The ignorant nuns outside, seeing that their companions had gone down and made no movement, also wanted to check. More than half of them were also hit.

No matter how powerful their magical abilities were and how they could manipulate shadows, being ambushed by goblins at such close range, they had no way out and became captives.

However, among the second batch of nuns, there were still a few who managed to break free. They ran frantically out of the burrow, not caring that their nun's robes were torn and tattered by the goblins. Although they didn't understand why the goblins here were so powerful, they were very clear about what would happen if they were dragged into the depths of the burrow, given the goblins' habits.

Seeing that they had been exposed, the goblins no longer sneak attacked or hid. A large number of green-skinned monsters began to pour out of the burrow like a tidal wave.

"Defilers, the shadow will bring down divine punishment!"

As the Bishop, Natalie was furious when she saw so many of her sister companions in such a miserable state. She was indeed worthy of being the Bishop. The shadow energy all over her body surged rapidly, transforming into dark arrows that shot towards the goblins rushing out of the burrow.

Their impression of goblins still remained as those weak monsters that were easily defeated on human territory.

But it was these weak monsters that, after taking the Bishop's shadow arrows head-on, seemed to have only had their skin slightly scratched. They fell down but then stood up again, swaying, and instead seemed to be provoked, charging forward with even more piercing screams.

"Demon King! I need the support of you Death Heralds, you...?!"

Seeing this scene, Natalie finally panicked too. She looked towards the position of her allies, but when she looked, it made her even more furious.

She saw that this group of Death Heralds had actually directly abandoned them and immediately ran away.

Especially the leader of the Death Heralds, Evan, the Archmage at the peak of the fourth tier, this old man who was titled as the Demon King, now actually had a look of terror on his face, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying existence.

And Indeed.

There was a reason why Evan was now so neatly betraying his teammates and running faster than a rabbit.

At this moment, he was extremely terrified in his heart.

Because as a mage with a powerful sense of perception, Evan saw from afar that among the goblin monsters in the burrow, following behind them from the depths of the burrow, was another strange goblin.

It was a goblin shaman.

Wearing an animal bone mask and holding a priestly staff.

When Evan secretly cast a "Mana Sense" spell on this goblin shaman, he almost jumped in fright. Just from this shaman's body, the mana fluctuations emanating were like a vast ocean.

That kind of terrifying mana sea, Evan had seen only a handful of times even in the Mage Nation, each one a very big shot.

Compared to that, he was simply like a small stream.

Demon King?

That monster goblin with the vast mana was more deserving of this title than me!

But… What, what kind of monster was that?!

Evan, who was running for his life with the Death Heralds away from the goblin burrow area, was filled with endless questions in his old heart.

A goblin... that know magic?!

That should...!

That absolutely, absolutely must be the master of this dungeon!

It was the ultimate boss here.

Evan quickly came to a conclusion.

It turned out that this dungeon was the nest of goblins, a kind of mutated, terrifying goblin.

That kind of monster, with his strength... No, even if the mages of the Syndicate were added together, they might not be able to defeat it.

We need to fu!king Run!

Run as fast as we can!