I'm not a Witcher anymore.

The three of them had just dealt with three goblins and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when four more goblins charged at them with screams.

They brandished sticks and daggers, their eyes gleaming with madness, completely oblivious to the corpses of their companions at their feet.

Zig stepped forward, turned slightly, and nimbly spun the short sword in his hand.

A chilling light suddenly shone in the dim cave, like a crescent moon sweeping across.

The two goblins, still leaping into the air, were instantly cleaved open by the cold light.

Pfft!Pfft!

The sounds of flesh and blood falling to the ground rang out one after another.

Internal organs and blood rained down on the rocky ground, emitting a strong stench of blood.

Just then—

A fierce gust of wind suddenly attacked from the side!

Taking advantage of its companions' distraction, an extremely cunning goblin suddenly leaped out from a crevice in the rock wall, raising a crudely made wooden club high and bringing it down with a whooshing sound!

Zieg's eyes narrowed slightly, but he showed no sign of panic.

He lightly tapped his foot, and his whole body turned slightly to the side as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

The wooden stick whistled through the air, grazing his chest before falling to the ground with a resounding crash.

Due to excessive force, the goblin lost its balance, completely exposing its side profile.

Zieg did not draw his sword, because he knew there was someone behind him.

"Drink!"

Eileen shouted and charged forward like a cheetah.

She twisted her waist, pulled her right leg back, and in the next instant—

boom!

A kick!

All the heavy force was poured into his toes, and he kicked the goblin hard in the head.

Before the goblin could even scream, its entire body was sent flying and crashed heavily into the stone wall.

The sound of the impact echoed loudly in the cave.

The goblin's body slowly slid down the stone wall, blood gushing from its mouth and nose, its eyes rapidly losing focus; it was clearly beyond saving.

The last goblin, seeing the tragic state of its companion, felt a flicker of fear in its eyes.

puff!

The sword tip pierced its abdominal cavity with precision, instantly penetrating its internal organs.

Kevin gritted his teeth, twisted the blade violently, and then abruptly drew his sword.

Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, and the goblin's body convulsed violently, emitting weak and indistinct whimpers.

However, just when everyone thought the offensive was over—

From the darkness in the distance, suddenly came even more rapid footsteps and screams.

The piercing hiss echoed through the cave.

More goblins kept pouring out from the darkness at the edge of the firelight.

They surged forth like a green tide from the depths of the passage.

The number is much greater than people imagined.

Kevin's face turned pale instantly.

"Why are there so many?"

A hint of panic flashed in Eileen's eyes.

"This...this is impossible to finish!"

The torch that Zig had thrown earlier was swaying with a dim yellow light, casting flickering shadows on the goblins' hideous and twisted faces.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the horde of goblins rushing towards them.

No one noticed that countless specks of light were rapidly coalescing in Sieg's palm, transforming into a hardwood warbow.

Instead of reaching for the short sword at his waist, he reached into the quiver on his back and pulled out four fletching arrows.

With his right hand slightly spread, four arrows were magically inserted between his fingers.

Zieg's gaze suddenly darkened.

Those deep blue eyes seemed to capture even the movement of the air itself.

Nock the arrow and draw the string.

The terrifying power of up to seven points was unleashed without reservation at this moment.

The hardwood war bow, which required immense arm strength to draw, was pulled to its full length in an instant, the bow arm even creaking under the strain.

The muscles in his arms suddenly tensed, like a steel cable twisted to its limit, remaining terrifyingly steady even under the pull of a terrifying force.

Within a hundred paces, life and death are decided in a single thought.

Om-!

The bowstring vibrated, exploding with a teeth-grinding bang!

The first arrow, released from the bow, became a blur, instantly piercing the eye socket of the goblin charging at the front!

The terrifying kinetic energy did not stop at all, and it pierced through the back of its head with blood and brains, its momentum undiminished, and then fiercely nailed into the throat of the second goblin that followed closely behind!

Killing two birds with one stone!

The goblin in front died instantly, but its heavy body, still carrying the momentum of its forward charge, crashed to the ground, instantly becoming the most deadly tripping rope.

The goblins behind, who were already in a bloodthirsty frenzy, couldn't stop themselves and were tripped by the corpses of their companions, falling into a heap in the narrow passage. Their fierce momentum was abruptly cut off.

And this is just the beginning.

The next instant, Zieg's hands did not pause for a moment.

Inhale, nock the arrow; exhale, release the string.

His movements were so fast they were almost invisible; the bowstrings vibrated one after another, exploding in the cave in a continuous stream.

The arrows he had prepared between his fingers were gone in an instant, yet his movements did not falter in the slightest. He reached into his bag, nocked an arrow, drew the bow, and released the string—all in one fluid motion, and arrow after arrow shot out like deadly flashes of light.

He didn't need to aim deliberately at all.

With the blessing of "Archery Mastery", every time the bowstring is released, a green-skinned monster will inevitably be struck by this merciless reaper.

The sounds of arrows piercing flesh echoed one after another, accompanied by screams of agony.

In less than ten seconds, Sieg shot more than ten arrows in one go.

Kevin and Eileen, who had been prepared for a tough battle, were completely stunned.

The two stood frozen in place, their mouths slightly agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

As the last lingering sound of the bowstring faded in the cave, the scene before us was already shocking.

More than a dozen goblins lay sprawled in pools of blood.

Some were pierced through in two by a single arrow, some were pinned to the rock face by the immense force, and some goblins were still twitching slightly, uttering intermittent whimpers from their throats.

But clearly, they are no longer viable.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the putrid smell of ruptured entrails, which assaulted the nostrils and made one want to vomit.

Kevin couldn't help but turn his head away, his face turning pale.

Eileen frowned and raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose.

Isabella and Petra's legs went weak and they almost vomited on the spot.

But not all goblins died in this volley of arrows.

A few goblins that lagged behind survived by sheer luck.

These green-skinned monsters were a little further away, just enough to avoid the deadliest barrage of arrows. They could only watch helplessly as their companions were slaughtered in rows by the terrifying arrows in an instant.

There was no dazzling magic, nor any deafening explosion.

All that remained were the death-defying twang of the bowstrings and the horrific sight of their companions dying instantly.

This silent, efficient, one-sided slaughter, like harvesting wheat, completely shattered their pitiful rationality.

The goblins stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the blood and flesh barrier made up of their fallen comrades.

A primal fear surged up from the deepest recesses of their hearts.

They not only lost the courage to run away, but even the hands gripping their weapons were trembling violently.

Even a complete novice could see that these monsters were now helpless lambs to the slaughter.

Kevin forced himself to endure the nausea churning in his stomach and bit his tongue hard.

The faint smell of blood brought him back to his senses from extreme shock.

He gripped the trembling sword tightly in his hand and roared inwardly—he couldn't always hide behind Mr. Sieg!

"Go to hell!"

Kevin suddenly stepped over Zig's shoulder, treading on the sticky pool of blood, and charged straight at the goblins who had lost their will to fight.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced the throat of the first goblin with pinpoint accuracy.

The blade emerged from the back of his neck, leaving a trail of scarlet blood.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

The goblin's eyes widened, as if it wanted to scream, but its throat had already been completely pierced, and it could only squeeze out muffled whimpers.

Blood gushed from its neck, quickly staining its chest and the ground beneath its feet.