Above the giant mushroom, Carl looked at the goblins who suddenly retreated and put down the rifle in his hand.

The two of them had just prepared to go to war with the goblins below. Carl even gave up the alchemy pot infusion spell and instead applied the rapid-fire weapon infusion spell to the rifle that had already been made.

Once the goblins discover them, he will transform into a sniper and leave all of them here.

Fortunately, they retreated in the end.

"No, don't you need to debug your main weapon? Let's go down after you get everything done."

While watching the fun, one must also consider one's own safety. Hope sensed the danger from those bear goblins just now, so he did not intend to put himself and Carl in danger.

"Oh well."

With a shrug, Carl put away his rifle and prepared to try again to draw magic patterns on the rifle using the normal method.

Time passed quickly, and after a long time, the noisy sound was heard again in the distance.

"Those goblins are coming back again?"

Carl continued to stare at the rifle, without looking up, but just stopped his work slightly to confirm with Hope.

"Yes, and it looks like a large army is approaching. Aren't they here to cause trouble for the Mind Flayer? Why are they here?"

Hope seemed very confused as to why the goblins came to his side.

After all, in her opinion, these goblins were so close to the woods, so it would be fine if they didn't know there was a mind flayer base deep in the woods. But now that they knew, why didn't they just go find them instead of hanging around here? "Could it be that they discovered us and are here to kill us to avenge their own kind?"

As he was speaking, Carl beside him suddenly put down the tools in his hands.

The parts that made up the rifle began to emit a faint blue light. The magic patterns connected into one and dimmed and brightened regularly, just like breathing.

Seeing this, Hope's face lit up with joy.

"You succeeded?"

"Huh, it's a success, but the efficiency of converting magic power is not ideal. The firing rate is much lower than that of an actual automatic rifle."

Although he said this, Carl still raised his head unconsciously.

"Hurry up and install it on your power armor to see the effect!"

As the goblins got closer, Hope had to pin his hopes on Carl's weapon.

The invention of the semi-automatic rifle once changed the war situation in the continent of Khorvaire. If it weren't for the popularization of the standard equipment of the constant mage armor, it is said that the Last War would have almost ended early.

The goblins in this dungeon obviously do not have the technology and productivity to popularize equipment that can keep the mage armor, so when faced with a rifle with unlimited bullets, their level advantage is not obvious.

"good!"

Nodding, Carl hung the rifle on the buckle reserved in advance on the power armor.

Carl put on the power armor in one motion, walked out of the room, raised the arm with the rifle hanging on it, and pointed it at the goblin troops in the distance.

At this time, the goblin team was less than fifty meters away from the two of them, and Carl could clearly see the clothes of the goblins below.

Scanning the goblin team, Carl tried to find a lucky guy with a relatively high status and leave the first bullet of this new-era weapon to him.

Soon, Carl found a big goblin who was dressed more "exquisitely" among the goblin team.

Taking a deep breath, Carl maintained his forward lunge, ready to fire the bullet.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, Hope beside him suddenly blocked his view.

"Those goblins didn't seem to see us."

With an incredulous tone, Hope tilted her head and looked at Carl, as if hoping that the other party would tell her that this was not an illusion.

The huge army simply cut down the woody mushrooms that blocked their progress, and then continued to move forward.

Looking at the scattered group of goblins, Carl was a little confused for a moment.

"Are you kidding? We should be pretty conspicuous, right? Didn't you see this?"

"Are they... all shortsighted?"

Although this idea was a bit absurd, based on the performance of the goblins, Carl felt that this was the most likely possibility.

Hope on the side pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Inside the goblin team, the barbarian goblin who had previously recognized the wild magic path of the brain-eating parasite took a few more glances at the mushroom where Carl and the others were before the team left.

Carl and Hope, who had been paying close attention to the movements of the goblin team, noticed this goblin.

But seeing that the other party still hadn't noticed them, Carl and Hope felt as if they had punched cotton.

It seems that they both worried for nothing?

What Carl and Hope didn't know was that this group of goblins came from the Furious Tribe.

They live on an island surrounded by a lava lake, not the goblin tribe near the woodlands.

The magma brought them many conveniences, but it also caused their eyes to become myopic due to long-term exposure to irritating gases.

So, although goblins also have the racial trait of dark vision, their vision cannot even see objects 10 meters away.

This is also the reason why the Mind Flayer was only cut on the arm - the barbarians of the Fury Tribe aim at their prey based on their feelings.

"It seems that guy should have sensed the fluctuation of magic power here. Could he be a wizard or a druid?"

Watching the goblins gradually go away, Carl took off his power armor and stroked his chin as he guessed.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't have anything to do with us for now. By the way, I always feel like something is wrong with my body. Can you help me take a look?"

Seeing that the crisis was resolved and Carl's equipment was successfully produced, Hope suddenly asked Carl something shyly.

"Feeling uncomfortable? Is it because your period hasn't completely ended yet, or is it..."

Just as he was about to go forward to check, Hope raised his hand.

Carl rolled subconsciously and rushed behind Hope along her feet.

"Tsk, is it because of too many battles in the dream world that this has become a subconscious reaction?"

The next second after rolling out, Carl realized that he had overreacted.

Hope's gesture was very similar to the starting move of the Burning Hand. Carl had been killed by this move many times in the dream world, so he reacted subconsciously.

Looking at the stunned Hope, Carl stood up again and straightened his hair.

"Ahem, sorry, I overreacted. What did you want me to see?"

After an awkward dry cough, Carl made up his mind that he must change the image of the illusion during tonight's dream world special training.

Otherwise, if you really get used to it in the future, something might go wrong.

Accepting Carl's words, Hope nodded, then closed his eyes and guided some kind of power to gather in his hands.

(End of this chapter)