Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

With a "thud," Gar chopped off the goblin's head in front of him.

"This nest's cleaned up again." He walked over, stepped on the rolling head, bent down and cut off the ear. "Baron, do you want it?"

"No, take it away." A young mage in a long robe, his face pale, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. "It stinks here."

Garr spread his hands slightly, shook off the blood from his ear, took out a waterproof bag from his bag, and used the thick needle inside to pierce his ear. There were already more than a dozen ears connected to the thick needle by the hemp thread.

"Captain, stop teasing Baron. You know he's a clean freak." A tall, thin man walked over carrying a wooden bow and handed over two goblin ears.

"Shas, where's Gureman?" Gal asked, taking over the conversation.

"I don't know. I rushed into the goblin horde at first, and then I didn't notice anything else," Shas said, looking around.

"Let's look for it, I don't know where it's lying again." After collecting the few valuable items in the cave, Gal called his teammates to leave the cave.

"Captain, when are we going to find the Deinonychus?" Shas asked, following behind Gar. "I can't wait to shoot it blind."

"Don't let your guard down, the Eye of Confusion is still very powerful." Garl said seriously to his teammates while packing their belongings, "Many adventurers have already been killed by it, so we still need to be careful and not let ourselves be caught off guard."

The Adventurers' Guild has announced that the Terrorclaw Bear's ability is the Eye of Confusion. It is said that the informant used a lie-detecting spell to confirm that it was true and took the 1 gold coin.

"I'll be careful. I used to be a renowned marksman in the surrounding area..." Shas said, putting his hands behind his head and tilting his head back.

But a scream interrupted him, "What is this thing? It can move!" The mage Baron jumped aside and raised his staff.

"Ah, you little goblin brat, how dare you step on your dwarf grandpa! I'll chop you in half vertically!" A dwarf in armor, who was lying on the ground, struggled to sit up.

"Hey, Guremang, it's time to go," Garr called out.

The dwarf shook his head, opened his round eyes, and looked at his teammate. "Are we done?"

"Let's go, we still need to keep looking for the Deinonychus," Shas shouted. "Once we find it, you can rush up and go to sleep, and I'll help you shoot it blind."

"Shut up, you big talker. That thing is much harder to deal with than you." Gulemang stood up unsteadily, following his teammate like a rolling jar.

The mage Balon glanced at the dwarf, then silently quickened his pace. The smell emanating from this teammate was truly indescribable, and he even took a few sips of wine without a care in the world.

"I heard there are other teams looking for the Deinonychus too." Shas gestured excitedly beside the captain. "They even brought a lot of stamina potions into the forest. They're really going all out for the Black Iron Badge."

"That potion is so expensive, and it doesn't even taste as good as ale," the dwarf behind said in a muffled voice.

"These people have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves. Have you forgotten how three teams ganged up on that mid-level magical beast, the Slime Snail, last time?" Gal said.

"How could I forget? One team fights monsters, one team heals and guards the area, and one team specializes in fighting others." Shas curled his lip.

"That's a specialized adventurer organization, probably called something like a brotherhood," Gar chuckled.

"Let's play 'who tries harder' in the next hole," Shas suggested. "Baron can be the referee, and we'll see who wins. I've never lost."

Adventurers often play a game to see who can try harder. Usually, several people work together. They first step on the goblin's neck, cut off its legs below the knees, and then release their feet together after the referee shouts "start." The winner usually wins around ten silver coins.

"Liar, I won last time." The dwarf turned his head to expose Shas, his long beard, stained with wine, trembling with anger.

"Okay, let's play in the next cave." Gar nodded in agreement. He was really tired after searching for so long, and he needed to have some fun. Playing with goblins would be quite interesting.

"It would be best if we encountered a Devilclaw Bear that fought the adventurers to a standstill; that would greatly increase our chances of winning," Shas said with a laugh.

The four people gradually disappeared into the forest.

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The Deinonychus staggered through the grass, and then it smelled that awful odor again.

The forest has been in turmoil lately, with a pervasive smell of blood.

Although it was not afraid, its years of hunting instincts told it that something must have happened.

That little green monkey is even more formidable than the bipedal ape with its hard shell; last time, it scared itself away with something that made a huge noise.

But looking back now, the Deinonychus felt that it hadn't been hurt much.

The cunning creature thought that the green-skinned monkey was just like those two-legged apes, using loud roars to scare it.

After using its magical ability once, it will remain motionless in place, letting itself tear and bite at will.

The Deinonychus couldn't remember when it acquired that ability; gradually, it became its hunting instinct.

It searched for the scent, sensing that its target was not far away. It carefully chose a shrub that was a little over a meter tall, so as not to expose itself in the grass.

A faint smell of blood wafted through the air, which excited it even more.

For the past few days, it has been lingering around the opponent's route, trying to figure out the opponent's movements so that it can strike when the green monkey is off guard and kill it in one blow.

As the overlord of the forest, it would not allow such troublesome creatures to survive in its hunting grounds.

Bears typically eat live prey, and the cries of their prey further stimulate their appetite. The Deinonychus couldn't wait to see the green monkey being trampled under its feet and struggling.

Compared to bipedal apes, it prefers to eat monkeys. The meat of bipedal apes is also quite good, but their bodies are always covered with something, making it troublesome to tear them apart.

Green monkeys taste great, have very little fur, and most importantly, they don't get stuck in your teeth.

This time, it will rip out the opponent's internal organs, tear off their hands and feet, and savor them.

The Deinonychus slowly approached a large tree, lay down behind it, and sensed its prey was just ahead by scent.

Annoying "coo-coo-coo" sounds came from the tree. It was used to it. Sometimes when it was time to eat, these birds would come and snatch a piece of meat.

It lay there quietly, waiting for the moment when the other party would be careless.

The Deinonychus cautiously peered out with half its head, observing the open space where a green-skinned monkey was swaying back and forth.

The taste was right. It crouched for a little while longer before rushing over and knocking the other side down with a single blow.

It bites its prey, violently shakes its head, and tears it apart, turning the prey into a shower of grass clippings and leaves under its immense force.

The Deinonychus was wondering about its prey when it suddenly felt a tremor under its feet. It tried to turn around and run away, but it was too late.

With a "boom," the trap collapsed, and it fell into a pit that was a full 3 meters deep.

It roared angrily, but then the pain from its hind legs turned the roar into a scream.

Looking back, a large pool of translucent liquid had covered its hind limbs, and white smoke was rising from its body.

White and black smoke mixed together as the Deinonychus began frantically scratching at the vertical pit walls.

Then, to its astonishment, it saw a glass tank being pushed into the trap.

"Smack." A slime landed on it.