Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 132 Alien Creation
The lead-gray clouds were surging above the sky, but there was no brewing of any terrifying thunder, only making the air below the lead-gray clouds slightly moist.

call out--

It was a tiny sound that was barely noticeable.

The refracted water light became round and crystal clear after being polished by invisible air currents and strong winds. A ray of crystal was caught by gravity and fell from the gray clouds.

It has no color of its own, and its extremely clear interior only reflects the surrounding scenery.

From the gray and dark sky to the lush green of the treetops, it passed over dead branches and spider webs, flashed across tender leaves and moss, and finally turned into a broken splash of water in the mist, splashing and disappearing into the air.

"It's raining?"

The half-orc Volga touched his slightly wet bald head and subconsciously looked up.

What comes into view is only a lush and dense green tree canopy and a slight bit of gray cloud top seeping through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

"Hey, idiot!"

"We're almost at our destination, so pay attention!"

At the end of the team, a tall blond elf looked at the orcs in front of him who stopped because of a little rain, and gave a reminder.

"Volga, not stupid!"

As if some sensitive point had been touched, the green-skinned half-orc, who never argued or got angry with his teammates, suddenly turned around and spoke to the elf word by word.

"The Chieftain said so, Volga, smart!"

He pointed at his head with a serious look.

He knew that if he continued to pester the other party, he would probably use his half-baked common language, which he was not as proficient in as a country child, mixed with the orc dialect that even the mages in the company could hardly understand, and use a few small stories from his tribal life before he started his adventurer career as an example to prove that his IQ was a few points higher than that of ordinary humans.

Now is not the time to tease each other.

The elf forced a stiff smile on his face and said casually:

"Yeah, smart. You're the smartest."

Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, the orc Volga shook his head again and looked at the other two people in the team.

"Cornell, the Master, the wisest."

"Warrior, heavily armored, reliable."

"Long ears, rapier, soft, stupid."

He counted on his fingers, as if he was seriously thinking about the ranking of his IQ in the team.

"Volga, second...third."

The corner of the elf's mouth twitched, causing his originally light steps to stagger for a moment.

"Okay, okay, everything you said is right."

He suppressed the desire to refute and didn't want to waste any more time with the orcs. He chose to obey them and surrender directly.

Now, about five days have passed since they entered the Misty Forest from the Adventurer's Guild in River Valley Town.

All four of them were high-level professionals, and there were almost no dangerous entities outside the forest that could threaten them.

high speed.

They have now arrived at an area close to the core of the Misty Forest and are about to reach their destination.

There is no doubt that the environment deep in the forest is much worse than that outside.

Even though the team has not suffered any casualties yet, it has left obvious marks on them.

The silent and resolute human warrior at the front of the team had several scratches on the surface of his heavy steel armor;

The wound on the left arm of the half-orc Volgar was still covered with blood scabs, and even on his exquisite clothes, which he had carefully protected and always kept spotless and clean, there were two light green stains that could not be wiped off - from the "crawling monster" that had hidden in the bushes yesterday and was discovered by the warning spell.

In the entire team, the only one who looked the most relaxed was the Mage Cornell.

The elf had no complaints about this, and even felt vaguely grateful in his heart.

After all, I have been working as an adventurer for so many years.

He knew clearly that if one day even the core spellcaster who was protected by everyone looked embarrassed.

That also means that their team is on the verge of collapse.

"Silence."

The wooden staff tapped the ground lightly, slightly distorting the translucent shield that enveloped the entire team.

Cornell's eyes jumped over the heavily armored warrior in front of him who had stopped at some point, and looked forward.

In the middle of the suddenly open woodland was a dark cave entrance.

He took out a brass compass from his bosom, looking focused.

The compass looked no different from the cheap ones sold in the town's grocery stores.

The mottled and dark brass compass, the blurry glass cover covered with fingerprints, the not-so-precise scale...

The only thing left is the slender magnetic needle in the middle of the compass that points the direction.

It has a strange translucent appearance, as if it were made up of some kind of light that has condensed into substance.

As it moved and swayed slightly, it dragged along a few illusory streams of light.

Hold the compass in your left hand and lift it up slightly.

The light flickered, and the magnetic needle pointed straight and firmly towards the cave in the open space ahead.

"Here we are."

"be prepared."

Cornell raised his head and glanced upward. Without the obstruction of lush branches and leaves, the gray sky with leaden clouds appeared in his sight.

His lips moved as if he was chanting a short, unclear spell.

Then, the light shield that spread around with the staff as the core quickly shrank.

The range has been reduced, but the alert capability has been greatly increased.

It even has a controllable brightness adjustment function.

Just right for the nesting environment they were about to enter.

No direct entry into it.

Except for Volga, several people in the team are veteran adventurers with rich adventuring experience.

Even though the team's average strength is good, there are basically no powerful monsters in the area they are in that can threaten them.

Several people, including the blond elf, still rested on the spot for a while, replenished supplies, adjusted themselves to the best condition, and then maintained the previous formation and walked into the cave cautiously under the leadership of the human warriors.

Act professionally.

Of course, to some extent, it is precisely this serious attitude towards their tasks, coupled with other factors such as luck and talent, that has enabled them to climb up and become the high-level professionals they are today.

Those adventurers who were too reckless and lacked luck, or too careless and insufficiently strong, had already been selected by the major magic gathering places and became nutrients that nourish the earth.

There should be "hobgoblins" in the nest. The entrance corridor is spacious and clean, without the feces and rotten corpses commonly seen in ordinary goblin caves.

The corridor is filled with many forks and small paths, and there are also some crude traps.

The whole is huge and complex.

Of course, this cave environment that is daunting to low-level adventurers is not a problem at all for high-level professionals equipped with spellcasters.

The compass on the palm of the hand always points to the right direction, and there is no possibility of going wrong; and those so-called traps... are not even enough to leave scratches on the surface of the human warrior's armor.

The journey was smooth without any obstacles.

“I really miss it…”

"It's been a long time since we cleared out the Goblin Cave together like this."

"I almost forgot what the screams of these green rats sounded like when they died."

The natural heritage from the depths of the jungle allowed the blonde elf to condense her voice into the breeze that lingered around her body.

It only reaches the ears of teammates and does not spread out at all.

"Since you obtained the professional level..."

"And it was because you thought the bounty from the goblins was too small and couldn't even cover the cost of supplies that I stopped accepting related missions."

There are also covert methods of communication that can be unnoticed by the enemy.

The magic particles in the air surged and carried Cornell's voice to the elf's ears.

Due to the long lifespan of the race, which can last for several centuries, the elves are not always able to remember clearly everything that happened in their lives.

Apparently having forgotten what the wizard said, the blond elf showed an awkward smile and forcibly changed the subject. His emerald eyes looked into the deep, bottomless tunnel ahead:

"But is it true that there are goblins who would build their caves so deep?"

"With their short legs, it would take them dozens of minutes to go out, right?"

Without waiting for Cornell to answer.

Just as he finished speaking, sporadic flames suddenly lit up in the distance of the originally pitch-black corridor.

Silence instantly.

The slender right hand reached across the waist, and the thin sword wrapped in a light breeze was drawn out and held in the hand of the blond elf.

Cornell temporarily put away the compass and put his left hand into his small leather bag.

Just grab it gently.

He pinched out a cluster of carbon-black dust and sprinkled it on the staff.

hum-

The translucent warning light shield suddenly dimmed, and the team members inside it seemed to merge into the shadows between the surrounding stone walls.

"Six minutes."

Cornell reminded.

Several people slowed down their pace and approached slowly.

Don't rush into battle, but observe the situation on the field first.

Thirty-six goblins, and two bugbears.

Cornell couldn't help but frown.

It's not that the number of enemies is beyond their ability to deal with, but...

too easy.

There are bear goblins with a challenge level of only "one", plus some green-skinned minions.

Not to mention the more than 30 of them now, even if the number were to increase to three digits, any one person in their team could easily deal with them.

And the association would not issue the mission at a huge cost just because of these minions.

"Let's clean them up first."

There was no possibility of bypassing the enemy and going deeper. Thinking this in his mind, Cornell gave his teammates a signal to attack.

And then...it was crushing.

Those skinny goblins, whose physical strength was inferior to that of the livestock on the ranch, faced high-level professionals who were already moving towards "supernormal".

There is no possibility of any resistance.

The rapier swung lightly, and a sharp airflow passed by, and more than a dozen goblins fell to the ground.

As for the two bugbears...

To them, there is no difference between them and ordinary goblins.

The orcs twisted his head off with one hand each.

In a dozen seconds, Cornell just stood on the sidelines and fired two more "magic missiles". The human warrior didn't even move, just protected him, and the battle was over.

"This is weird. We've been walking for five days... and this is the result?"

Using gauze to clean the remaining blood stains on the sword, the blonde elf apparently also discovered the same suspicious point.

"Big guy, hard!"

"But for Volga, it's simple."

The orc casually wiped the blood on his hands on the stone wall beside him and spoke at the appropriate time.

It seems that judging by the feel of tearing each other's flesh, the two bear goblins are slightly stronger than their peers.

But when you really ask him how much stronger he is, he can only utter a few orc slang words and can't answer.

"But, I remember that after the bugbears leave the tribe when they reach adulthood, they basically don't live in groups."

"Unless... there is some kind of more powerful leader who unites their groups together."

The blond elf glanced at the two bugbear corpses on the ground and analyzed.

"That's true, otherwise the Adventurer's Association wouldn't have offered such a high reward." Cornell took out the compass from his pocket again, "The mission is not over yet, don't let your guard down."

Sure enough, the magnetic needle on the compass did not change at all and still pointed in a certain direction.

His eyes followed that direction.

The magnetic needle was pointing to the entrance of a tunnel leading to a deeper part of the nest.

The battle with the goblins had exposed them.

So he no longer concealed his movements.

The team quickened their pace and continued moving deeper into the cave.

Then, as the road beneath our feet became smoother and wider, torches were gradually inserted into the stone walls on both sides to light up the passage.

They finally arrived at the final destination of this trip.

That huge cave is as open as a square, yet extremely quiet.

Like a beehive, the surrounding stone walls are covered with holes of varying sizes, through which one can vaguely see moving shadows and outlines.

But it seemed as if there was some kind of invisible wall, forcing the dark shadows to stay inside and not dare to take a single step forward.

As a result, the only thing visible to the few people in the entire cave was a hunched figure in a black robe, and...

"What the hell!?"

As if he had seen something incredible, his pupils shrank and the blond elf couldn't help but speak out.

It was located in the center of the nest, on an altar carved from an unknown pale rock.

The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

——An oval-shaped shadow.

In two days,
Leave the Misty Forest and head to the human village to seek the Redmane Ursophile for a blood sacrifice.

Finally, the last bit of progress of the sacrifice was completed.

As a result, the divine gift from the distant kingdom of God outside the material world, the main god of the goblins "Magrubiye", finally came to the world.

hum-

It was like the low-frequency hum of intensive energy collision in the mentor's laboratory.

The entire body is made of pure silver-white metal without any flaws, that kind of incomparably clear and strange material - it is definitely not simple refined gold or mithril.

The surface is etched with strange branch-like runes, which are carefully arranged. A fluorescent blue light flows in the grooves of the patterns, flickering regularly as if breathing.

The beautiful arc that is round like a teardrop of God, the craftsmanship aesthetic that combines "blasphemy" and "precision"...

This was something Cornell had never seen in his decades of career as a wizard.

The moment he saw the oval iron ball, he even had some absurd yet true guess in his mind.

It is a product from another world.

"Buzz."

The iron ball was suspended in the air, spinning leisurely with a humming sound.

It was as if there was some kind of invisible energy like a vortex, which made the tiny gravel on the ground and the sticky blood in the altar escape the control of gravity.

A spiral vortex forms around the iron ball, revolving slowly and steadily.

Energy ripples that are imperceptible to ordinary people surge through the air.

"despair!"

The end of the staff fell to the ground with a bang, and the five fingers that were holding the staff tightly had blue veins bulging from excessive force.

He clenched his teeth and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Cornell bent his body, as if he was bearing some invisible pressure, and looked painful and struggling.

For some reason, as the iron ball rotated in mid-air, ripples of energy brushed across my cheeks.

He only felt that his body suddenly became countless times heavier!
(End of this chapter)