Chapter 136: Let The Play Begin

    Bodrick''s arms were exceptionally long, almost two-thirds the length of his entire body. Despite his short stature, his hands were larger than those of an average person.

    At that moment, he swung his fan-like hand down, giving the command for his goblins to charge. They screamed and brandished their weapons as they rushed forward.

    They poured through the narrow copper door, through the vanished wall, and swarmed into the expansive dark space like a horde of insects. Bodrick already considered Cyrus dead and began to survey the vast area with satisfaction.

    "There''s a hidden vault inside Vault 12, just as Ranrok''s records indicated. Perfect. We''ll use this wizard''s blood to unlock the power of ancient magic!"

    His crossed eyes gleamed with cruelty; a wizard''s life was worthless to him.

    The feeling was mutual for Cyrus; he felt no remorse for killing these avaricious creatures.

    Goblins? It means the small height creatures having a strong desire for shiny stones and jewelry and a great affinity to produce weapons in the fairy race.

    The polite term should be replaced with— 1st name: Avaricious, middle name: Fucking, 3rd name: Bastards— Avaricious Fucking Bastards.

    Cunning, greedy, ugly, and ruthless creatures.

    These hideous little fiends charged at Cyrus one after another, eyes bloodshot, as if they intended to tear him apart, drink his blood, and chew his flesh.

    Most of the goblins wore light armor with some magic resistance, wielding silver weapons. A small number of goblins even carried wands, casting spells at Cyrus.

    "Are all the actors here? Then let the play begin."

    Cyrus''s wand elegantly traced an "R" shape in the air. As he cast Revelio, his wand also deflected the goblins'' spells.

    Cyrus felt a surge of power as he summoned the spell. The ground beneath his feet transformed into a shining ice-like surface, revealing rows of kneeling stone knight statues beneath it.

    The goblins were momentarily stunned by the sight, but their bloodlust quickly returned. They resumed their charge, driven by Bodrick''s command and their insatiable greed.

    "Forward! Take him down!" Bodrick shouted, his voice echoing through the cavern.

    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 that so many stone statues would appear here, especially when they appeared on the road without any signs, 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''s eyes widened.

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

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

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

    Bodrick then discovered 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 time had been reversed.

    If this goes on, there will be no end.

    Goblins can not come back to life like those pillars.

    "Despicable wizard, you actually played this trick!"

    "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 it all.

    His cross-eyed eyes looked for Cyrus''s trace.

    But Cyrus had already flown into the air during the initial chaos.

    The sky was still dark.

    He was now between a physical body and a black-smoke state. The flying spell invented by Voldemort was indeed useful.

    It just looked a little too evil and dark.

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

    But now -

    He could only hear the goblins'' screams and wails of pain.

    "It can''t be this ending... I must be dreaming, yes, dreaming."

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

    Bodrick opened his eyes and saw a rugged and ugly head rolling at his feet.

    The head stopped and stood upright. His eyes were still open, but his eyeballs were bulging outwards due to the huge force of the blow, hanging on his pointed nose.

    He opened his mouth full of blood as if he wanted to voice his hatred.

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