Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 118 Poor guy
Xia Nan just felt upset.

In his previous life, he devoted himself to his work, working day and night, tired like a dog every day, but he never had the slightest thought of giving up.

Because he knew that this was his only way to rise.

The salary that is deposited into his bank account on time every month also proves the value of his efforts.

But he clearly just wanted to do his job well and complete the tasks assigned to him by his boss conscientiously.

Step by step, move forward steadily.

But there are always a few people who, because of some insignificant interests, or the most trivial conflicts.

Without Xia Nan's knowledge, he was inexplicably involved in the so-called "office struggle" and caught in a whirlpool of human relationships.

Against one's will, one is forced to do many strange things.

He also wanted to resist.

But the persistence and perseverance deep in my heart are worth more than the bills piling up in the mailbox at the end of the month and the increasing wrinkles on my parents' faces.

Yet it's so ridiculous.

Now, Shanan just wants to kill a few goblins.

Gain some proficiency and save some money.

If someone is in the way.

In this life, he doesn't have so many concerns.

"Sasha..."

The branches and leaves sway gently.

My heart is as cold as the breeze in the forest.

He raised his head slowly, his dark eyes as calm as a deep pool.

"six people."

Xia Nan was assessing the situation on the field.

The other party's condition is two-thirds of the spoils and the equipment on your body.

Combined with the personality and style of "Gap Tooth" that I had heard from Adeline before.

He didn't believe the other party would keep their promise and let them go after getting the things.

Without the armor and weapons he uses to fight, he will also lose the ability to resist.

Xia Nan would never put his life in the hands of such a rotten person.

Fighting is inevitable.

Without hiding anything, one after another.

He scanned the people around him carefully, judging the strength of these adventurers, and paused for a moment when it was Gap-Tooth Bennett's turn.

“There are no professionals.”

We already have the advantage in numbers, and if there are still professionals present, the other party will not need to waste time talking to us here and will just take action directly.

"Two, one, three."

In order to block the "Green Blood" team in the nest, the six people stood in scattered positions.

Right now, there are two people blocking in front of him.

Berg stood with his old acquaintance "Kogel".

Abby hid behind Adeline, and the adventurer who was originally responsible for his escape direction also followed him back to Huoya, making a total of three people.

After a little thought, I made a decision.

Since fighting has become inevitable, there is naturally no need to hesitate.

"Kill when necessary, and be quick and decisive."

Use all your strength to inflict the heaviest blow to the opponent in the shortest time.

Xia Nan suddenly looked up and met Adeline's gaze who was looking at him.

Nod slightly.

Of course he felt the dissuasion and hesitation in the other person's eyes.

It doesn't matter.

Because it also means that the other party knows that compromising with "Gap Teeth" is a dead end.

call--

Exhale slowly.

Xia Nan took steady steps and walked towards the direction of "Gap Tooth".

……

……

Memory is like the ocean.

The waves rise and fall, and the sparkling surface is dazzling;

Beneath the water, the bright sunlight refracted and dispersed, illuminating every bubble and every ripple of the ocean current, making them clear and transparent.

But further down, to the bottom of the sea.

All that was left was a deep, lightless, deadly darkness.

Few people can remember everything that happened.

Especially during childhood when the brain is not yet fully developed, memories are like broken glass, with only intermittent fragments of images remaining.

It could be a dream catcher dangling from a crib, or a winding alley with no exit…

Bennett's earliest impression of the world was a grassland with a gentle breeze blowing.

When he was young, he always sat on the hillside with his family's black and white sheepdog, looking at the crowded flocks of sheep below.

He also wondered why there were only himself and a dog shepherding the hundreds of sheep that were bigger than him, but they never thought of escaping.

It seems as if there is some invisible boundary that restrains them, forcing them to lower their heads to eat grass, and never dare to look up at the vast sky and endless grassland ahead.

"Maybe you're afraid of the wolves outside?"

Young Bennett guessed so.

Of course he had seen those beasts that were gray and black, had thick fur and sharp teeth.

Of course, most of the time, it’s not you who discovers them first.

Even the sheep eating grass at the foot of the hill reacted faster than him.

The time is often a dim afternoon or a foggy morning.

The sheepdog lying lazily beside him would suddenly prick up his long pointed ears, sit up alertly, and then rush out with a whoosh.

There was a commotion among the flock of sheep, and they huddled together like balls of wool, wailing.

Then, a few black dots appeared faintly from the depths of the distant grassland and approached quickly.

The sheepdog, with its cow-like black and white markings, was reliable and even brave.

Even when facing three ferocious wolves at the same time, he never retreated, growling and protecting his master's property and offspring behind him.

Sometimes, the wild wolves can even be driven behind invisible hillsides.

Then he wagged his tail, stuck out his tongue, and ran back in small steps.

Bennett thought that this kind of life would continue until he grew up, got married and had children, and then his son would take over his current position.

Until noon that day, when the sun was at its strongest.

The same sheepdogs rushed out from beside them, the crowded sheep, and the wild wolves driven behind the mountains.

It never came back.

Instead, there was a shaking earth and frequent and chaotic huge noises...

And behind the hill, soldiers in black armor emerged like a tide.

The life of wandering is never easy.

Fighting with wild dogs for food, fighting with people for a piece of bread until their heads were broken and bloody...

Bennett felt like those "poor" wolves on the grassland. No matter how ferocious and intimidating they appeared, they could never touch the sheep protected by sheepdogs.

He also wanted to be that brave sheepdog.

Of course, it should be more handsome, at least not the black and white color like a cow.

Otherwise he wouldn't have used a chisel to smash the head of the ruffian who tried to violate the village girl.

But he continued his wandering life, and in order to survive, he had to put on the wolf skin again.

Perhaps, this is just Bennett's nature.

It may also be that the adventurer is too in tune with his beastly ways.

As he grew older, he became stronger.

It was as if he had really merged with the wolfskin and had made a name for himself.

They gathered other hungry wolves and used the dirtiest and most despicable means to kill the sheepdogs and fill their stomachs with the delicious and tender mutton.

"Green Blood" Adeline is somewhat famous in the town, and Bennett is also roughly aware of her strength.

He knows two combat skills and is close to obtaining a professional level, which is similar to himself.

But he has a weird habit, and most of the missions he takes are related to goblins. He can't make much money, and he is very poor.

He had contacted her through channels before and invited this strong woman to join his team.

But there was no response.

Not all the way.

Under normal circumstances, it would be almost impossible for him to target it.

The benefits are not proportional to the risks.

But a few days ago, the new member of the team, "Wolf Cub" Kegel, revealed to him the current situation of Adeline's team.

Her once outstanding teammates could not stand her habits and left the team.

The only veteran in the entire team, apart from Adeline herself, was Berg.

The two new adventurers who had just joined were both rookies who had never even killed a human being.

You can only chop down the goblins.

Compared with them, there is no fighting power at all.

Bennett had an idea.

Wolves on the grassland never complain about their prey being too thin.

The sheepdog has lost its guard, so be careful not to be hit by the sharp horns.

Flip it sideways to the ground, bite its throat and rip out its intestines.

It was another delicious dinner.

It’s a pity, after all, he was an adventurer who made a name for himself in River Valley Town.

Adeline is smarter than she thought.

He unexpectedly discovered his own arrangement, which disrupted his plan and made the several traps he had set in advance useless.

This forced him to use the backup plan.

First use words to induce the opponent's subordinates to hand over their armor and weapons, greatly weakening their combat effectiveness.

Then...it was naturally impossible for him to let those people go as he had promised.

An adventurer who has lost his equipment is no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.

By then, the "wolf pack" will rush forward, and Adeline, who will be the only one with some fighting power left, will not be able to hold on for long.

Of course, this is just an ideal situation.

Bennett didn't actually have too many expectations.

If Adeline's character was as rumored among adventurers, she would definitely not agree.

No big deal.

Six to four,
His team was full of "wolves" with rich hunting experience, while the only ones on the other side who had combat power were Adeline and Berg.

At most it takes a little effort and you can still eat meat.

His fierce gaze passed over Adeline and looked behind her at Abby who was holding a wooden shield.

The gaze only paused for a moment.

The pale-faced rookie shivered suddenly as if he was frightened by something.

He almost couldn't hold on to the wooden shield in his hand and it fell to the ground.

They are like cowardly lambs that huddle in the innermost part of the flock, burying their heads under the bodies of their adult counterparts, as if this would allow them to avoid dangers from the outside world.

"Boss, I'm afraid you might scare this kid to the point of peeing his pants."

Beside me, I could hear the teasing laughter of my teammates.

Bennett's expression did not change.

Amid the roar of the wolf, the weak and cowardly lamb deserves this.

Look further back.

Looking at the black-haired young man who was walking straight towards them.

Suddenly frowned.

The other party did not avoid his sight.

Just looking at myself calmly and looking into his eyes.

Bennett did not find any of the fear or calmness that was expected.

Suddenly, I don't know why.

Those calm eyes, that deep darkness.

But he suddenly remembered the black-armored army that destroyed his original life.

Invisible flames burst out from the heart, and thoughts and ideas became twisted and deformed under its burning.

Among the lower-level adventurers, a face that is too young means shallow experience and weak combat power.

The armor was of great value, but there were only some slight scratches on its surface, and it was obvious that it had not experienced any fierce battle.

There are two swords with one long and one short blade, and there is even a wooden sword.

Fancy but useless.

I guess he heard this heroic biography from some crappy bard and thought it was cool.

In actual combat, it's useless.

He should be the "young master" from the city.

Thinking of this, I seemed to recall the memories of my wandering days.

Bennett's mood suddenly became even gloomier.

The corners of his mouth, which were stretched to the left and right, drooped silently, and his uneven yellow teeth touched each other up and down.

The smile became more ferocious.

When he planned to take action later, he would not rush to disembowel the other party.

After all, wolves on the grassland don't always wait until their prey is dead before taking their prey.

Torturing him, he forced the boy to reveal information about his family.

Then eat it all up.

Send his family along...

"hold head high--"

The eardrum vibrated, and the loud wolf howl that pierced the air suddenly came from the air.

Interrupted Bennett's thoughts.

It was the shrill howl that was produced by driving the body with exquisite technique, allowing the whole body's strength to explode in an instant, and the highly compressed air.

No blinking, no distraction.

In his sight, the young man who was originally approaching him slowly suddenly disappeared from the spot.

All that was left in the air were flying grass seeds and broken leaves.

An alarm suddenly sounded in my heart, foreshadowing danger, and the smell of death lingered at my nose.

Already realized something was wrong.

There was a hideous smile on Bennett's face that he didn't have time to hide. The thought of seeking survival flashed through his mind, stimulating the cerebral cortex and transmitted by neurons.

All the way down, trying to drive him to raise his arms and block the iron sword in front of him.

But at a certain moment, it suddenly stopped.

A sharp iron-gray arc of light had already embedded into his neck at some point.

The mind and the body are separated in a physical sense, just like bones and flesh.

The world began to spin and it seemed as if blood was raining from the sky.

Bennett saw his body and the emptiness on his shoulders.

And a small piece of iron-gray sword tip protruded from the blind spot of vision.

dizziness.

He subconsciously wanted to twist his neck and look inside along the sword.

Then he vaguely realized that he seemed to have lost the ability to control his body.

Darkness engulfed the world before my eyes like a tide.

It was like a wolf's howl wrapped in a cold wind, constantly echoing in the cranial cavity.

The thick tree roots grow out from the earth, and the dense treetops swaying in the wind are like the grassland with gentle breeze in my childhood.

It was not until this moment that Bennett let go of the stubbornness that had been buried deep in his heart and that he had never dared to reveal to others.

Stop pretending and be honest with yourself.

It has never been a ferocious wolf on the grassland, nor a cowardly but united sheep, nor a brave and fearless sheepdog as imagined.

He is just a man whose life was ruined by war.
A wretch who does not deserve pity.

(End of this chapter)