I'm not a Witcher anymore.

But the goblin's nature quickly overcame its fear.

The four goblins roared angrily, letting out beast-like howls.

The lead goblin brandished its rusty dagger, making wild, exaggerated slashing motions in the air.

It circled and brandished its sword, trying to intimidate the enemy hiding in the shadows and force them to reveal themselves.

The other three goblins ran to the net.

Just as the goblins were frantically trying to rescue their companions...

call out!

A sharp arrow pierced the air, leaving an almost invisible trail, and struck a goblin in the back with perfect accuracy.

The goblin didn't even have time to realize the danger.

puff!

The dull thud of an arrow piercing flesh rang out.

The arrow pierced its skin and embedded itself deep into its flesh.

The arrow was extremely powerful, pushing the small goblin forward a step, almost causing it to lie flat on the net.

The goblin let out a piercing scream, its sharp, shrill sound echoing through the forest.

Its hands instinctively tried to reach for the arrows on its back, but it couldn't reach them at all.

Its legs lost strength due to blood loss and pain, and it finally fell heavily to the ground, face down in a pile of fallen leaves, raising a cloud of dust.

The remaining three free goblins quickly turned their heads and locked onto the direction from which the arrows were coming.

His eyes were filled with shock, fear, and rage.

After a moment of panic, primal ferocity took over.

There's an enemy! Kill him!

At the edge of the clearing, behind a beech tree, a human stood upright, his left hand steadily holding a hardwood war bow as tall as a person.

The goblins howled and charged at him.

Despite the three enemies charging at him, Sieg remained remarkably calm.

With the blessing of "Archery Mastery", his eyes seemed to be able to see through every texture of the chaotic wind in the forest.

He drew a long arrow from his quiver with fluid movements, nocking the arrow, stringing it, and drawing the bow in one smooth motion.

The muscles in his arms, though tense, possessed an astonishing stability, remaining as steady as a rock even on this ever-changing battlefield.

Zieg took a deep breath, slowing his breathing down to an extremely slow pace, until the rise and fall of his lungs resonated in unison with the trembling of the strings at his fingertips.

At this point, the goblins had already covered half the distance, less than twenty meters away.

Through the slightly trembling bowstring, Sieg locked his gaze on the scarred leader charging at the front—his life had been in his own hands the moment the mark of death was struck.

His fingertips released the air with a light touch.

call out!

The second arrow streaked through the air like a meteor, accompanied by a mournful whistling sound, and pierced the goblin's chest with unerring accuracy.

puff!

The arrowhead sank deep into flesh, and the immense inertia carried almost the entire shaft inside, leaving only the fletching at the tip of the arrow trembling wildly in the air.

The lead goblin let out a scream that was a mixture of shock and pain.

It looked down in disbelief at the arrow in its chest, blood gushing out and staining its entire chest red.

Its sprint came to an abrupt halt. It staggered forward a couple more steps before its legs gave way, and it tumbled and collapsed into a pile of dead leaves.

One long arrow, and he was instantly killed.

But the remaining two goblins had already rushed close—less than ten meters away!

Their figures rapidly magnified in Zig's field of vision, and the stench of their panting was now clearly audible.

The hardwood warbow in Sieg's hand instantly disintegrated into countless tiny specks of light and dust.

Instead, a sharp steel sword appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand, which was tightly clenched between his fingers.

The two charging goblins didn't even have time to react; their eyes only caught a blurry image.

The weapon in the prey's hand suddenly changed!

But the momentum of their sprint makes it impossible for them to stop.

Zig stepped forward with his right foot, lowered his body slightly, and swept his sword horizontally with both hands.

The sword flashed by, like the scythe of death, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

The sound of the blade cutting through the air was crisp and short, with a metallic vibrato.

The two goblins froze, their charging motion coming to an abrupt halt.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

The forest was silent except for the rustling of leaves in the wind.

then……

thump!

thump!

The two green-skinned monsters fell almost simultaneously, crashing to the ground one after the other, raising a cloud of dust.

A neat, thin line of blood appeared on their necks.

Those were marks left by the sword blade, the cut as smooth as tofu cut with a knife.

The next second, blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, instantly staining the fallen leaves on the ground red.

Confusion and bewilderment still lingered in the eyes of the two goblins.

Until the moment of their death, they did not understand how they died.

Zieg flicked his wrist slightly.

The steel sword drew an elegant arc in the air, and the blood droplets on the blade slid down the edge, drawing several crystalline, dark red arcs in the air before finally falling to the ground.

He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the net in the center of the open space, and the five goblins trapped inside.

This high-quality fishing net, which cost 1 gold coin, was definitely worth the price.

The tough hemp rope undergoes special treatment, making it not only extremely flexible and not easily broken, but also ingeniously featuring a snap-lock design.

—This is a trap net specifically designed to hunt large wild animals.

Once a target is trapped, the net rope will tighten automatically like a snake. Each struggle will trigger more loops, making the net tighter and tighter until the prey has no room to struggle.

The five trapped goblins were now like turtles in a jar, firmly bound together.

Their bodies were contorted into all sorts of bizarre postures, their faces distorted by the ropes binding them.

They writhed and twisted desperately, clawing wildly at the net ropes with their sharp claws, emitting angry and desperate howls.

But the more they struggled, the tighter the net ropes tightened.

The rough hemp ropes dug deep into their skin, some even drawing blood from their excessive struggles. Blood slowly flowed down the ropes, but it was all in vain.

They are like insects trapped in a spider web, with no choice but to struggle in vain.

Step, step, step...

The footsteps drew closer.

Upon hearing the voice, the trapped goblins immediately stopped struggling, raised their heads, and stared intently at the newcomer with eyes filled with malice, resentment, and murderous intent.

If hatred could materialize, the air would probably be ignited and burning fiercely by now.

However, despite the malicious stares and vicious curses, Zieg's expression remained calm and unperturbed.

He didn't even frown, as if he were looking at five harmless livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

To him, the hatred of these goblins was nothing more than the wailing of trapped beasts.

Zieg slowly raised his steel sword.

The tip of the sword gleamed with a cold, emotionless light under the setting sun.

His gaze was calm and indifferent, like a butcher examining his prey on a chopping board.