Chapter 132 The Fairy Is Defeat

Bodrick's arms were very long, almost occupying two-thirds of his entire body length. Although he was short, his palms were bigger than those of ordinary people.

At this moment, the fan-like palms swung down, and the goblins behind him immediately received the order to charge, holding their weapons and screaming.

They passed through the narrow copper door, through the disappearing wall, and rushed into the wide dark space like a swarm of insects. Bodrick almost thought that Cyrus was dead. He looked around the huge space at ease, with a satisfied look on his face.

"There is such a secret vault in vault No. 12. Lanlock's record is indeed correct. It just so happens that we can use the blood of this wizard to find the power of ancient magic!"

His cross-eyed eyes were full of cruelty, and the wizard's life was worthless in his eyes.

But this was exactly the same for Cyrus. He had no guilt at all for killing goblins.

Goblins?

It sounds good, but in fact, the real name of these guys should be called-Goblin.

Cunning, greedy and cruel monsters.

These ugly little demons rushed towards Cyrus one after another, their eyes red, as if they wanted to tear Cyrus to pieces, drink his blood and chew his flesh.

Most of the goblins wore light armor with a certain degree of magic resistance, holding silver weapons in their hands, and a small number of goblins held wands in their hands, casting magic.

"Are all the actors here? Let the curtain begin." Cyrus's wand elegantly drew an "R"-shaped mark in the air, and while casting the original form, the wand also bounced off the goblins' spells.

"Boom boom--"

After his magic power was released, the knights under the ice suddenly appeared in this dark space like reflections. They looked solemn and dignified, with an ancient aura on their bodies, as if they had appeared here thousands of years ago.

How could the charging goblins expect so many stone statues to appear here, especially when they appeared on the road without any warning. Many goblins were tripped by the stone statues and rolled around like balls.

"What's going on? Where did these stone statues come from?" Bodrick widened his eyes.

"Why? Didn't Lanlock's manuscript mention it?" Cyrus chuckled. He had read Lanlock's manuscript and naturally knew that the manuscript did not record what happened after Lanlock entered the secret vault.

In fact, since then, Lanlock disappeared with his secrets and goblin treasures. Otherwise, he would not be so despised by the goblins.

Cyrus cast a spell into the air, an enhanced version of the fluorescent flicker, the ultimate fluorescent flicker.

The white ball of light flew out and hung in the air. It was very bright, like the cold sun in winter, lighting up the entire dark cave at once.

The goblins were blinded by the sudden strong light and blinked unnaturally. Under the illumination of this light, the bodies of the knights slowly overlapped with the shadows under the ice.

"Crackle——"

They came to life, and the stiff sound echoed in the secret vault, and fine stone chips were scattered on the joints of their bodies.

Cyrus even put away his wand, crossed his hands and raised his mouth: "Should I say something at this time——"

He raised his hands gracefully, as if conducting a movement:

"Stone Pillars move out."

The knights drew their swords!

They are guardians, powerful warriors, and emotionless machines. Anyone who breaks into this secret vault, no matter who he is, is the target of attack.

Obviously, the goblins occupy a larger number at this moment.

Cyrus chuckled, and without looking back, he turned the weapon of the knight who was about to chop him in half with a stone axe behind him into a bouquet of flowers. Then, he silently turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed up to the black dome.

He disappeared, and the battlefield was left to the goblins and stone statues.

Bodrick thought that these stone statues were a trick of Cyrus.

"No wonder that despicable wizard dared to fight us!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, commanding his subordinates to fight with the knights, "Smash them all!"

In an instant, the secret library was full of the sound of metal and rock hitting each other.

The goblins broke the knights' legs with hammers, while the knights pierced the goblins' bodies with sharp weapons, raised them high and smashed them down heavily!

They swung axes to cut off the goblin's head, split the goblin's chest with blades, and crushed the goblin's head with their feet!

Blood covered the uneven ice surface.

The huge casualties shook Bodrick, he felt fear and his body trembled. But he didn't intend to give up.

"Calm down, Bodrick, these are necessary sacrifices. If we goblins want to regain our rights, we must pay the price of our lives. Ancient magic is crucial!"

"Hold on, brothers!" Bodrick shouted, but he pretended to fight while dodging the knights, "We have more people!"

Sacrifice is necessary, but sacrificing oneself is not necessary.

"But, Lord Bodrick, they are repairing themselves!" One of the goblins said in fear.

Bodrick then realized that the knights with broken legs stood up again not long after, and the rubble and broken limbs that flew out returned to their bodies as if they had reversed time.

If this continues, there will be no end.

Goblins don't come back from the dead.

"The despicable wizard actually does this!"

"Find that despicable wizard and kill him! The magic will be broken!"

For wizards, death means the dissipation of magic. Bodrick thought that these stone statues were summoned by Cyrus, so now he only needs to find Cyrus and kill him to stop all this.

His cross-eyed eyes searched for signs of Cyrus.

But Cyrus had already flown into the air during the initial confusion, and the sky above was still dark. He was now between the physical state and the black smoke state. The flying spell invented by Voldemort was indeed very useful.

It just looks a little too evil and dark.

Bo Derek couldn't find any trace of Cyrus, and seeing the number of goblins dwindling, he suddenly didn't know what to do. It all seemed like a dream. With so many of them besieging a wizard, he should have won, obtained ancient magic, and become the hero of the goblins.

But now——

In his ears were the painful screams and wails of the goblins.

"It can't possibly end like this... I must be dreaming, yes, I am dreaming."

He muttered to himself, trying to deceive himself with dreams, but something flew from nowhere and hit his head hard, and the pain reminded him that this was not a dream.

Bo Derek opened his eyes and saw a craggy, ugly head rolling at his feet.

The head stopped and stood upright. His eyes were still open. The eyeballs protruded outward due to the huge force and hung on the pointed nose.

He opened his mouth full of blood, as if to express his resentment.