I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Zig, Irene, and Petra moved slowly through the narrow, dark passage.

Zig walked at the front, holding a torch in his right hand.

Eileen and Petra followed closely behind him.

The secret passage was even more eerie than the main passage.

The space here is extremely narrow, only wide enough for two people to pass side by side, with the rock walls almost touching each other's shoulders.

A nauseating stench permeated the damp air.

It's almost suffocating.

Petra covered her mouth, fighting off the urge to vomit.

Eileen frowned, her face turning somewhat pale.

Only Sieg remained calm.

Occasionally, you can see some strange scratches and stains on the walls.

The scratches were deeply etched into the rock, like marks left by some kind of claw.

The stain was dark red and had dried, but it still smelled strongly of blood.

This is definitely not a good place.

click, click, click...

The sound of the three people's footsteps echoed in the narrow, dark passage, sounding exceptionally clear.

Sudden……

A sound, almost imperceptible, came from the depths of darkness.

hum!

That was the sound of a bowstring vibrating.

The next moment...

His body reacted instinctively.

A small round shield appeared in Sieg's left hand.

This was brought by Sieg from Kaer Morhen, and this is the first time it has been used.

Almost at the same instant the bowstring sound was heard...

Sieg half-squatted down, raised his round shield, and held it in front of him.

An arrow shot out from the darkness and struck the center of the round shield.

Zig stuck the torch into the ground, into a crevice in the rock wall, and secured it.

Countless specks of light coalesced into a hardwood warbow, which appeared in Sieg's palm.

Zieg barely aimed; he fired an arrow in the direction from which it came without a second thought.

The arrow, with a sharp whistling sound, shot into the darkness like lightning.

A piercing scream echoed from the darkness.

Then came the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.

There was also the sound of liquid flowing.

Then, everything returned to silence.

Petra felt a chill run down her spine.

She gripped the tin staff tightly, her voice trembling as she asked:

"Mr. Zieg... what... what is that?"

Sieg put the hardwood warbow back into the Book of Adventures and picked up the torch again.

"sentinel."

"sentinel?"

"Goblins usually place sentries at the entrance to their lair to guard against enemies. That goblin we just saw was probably a sentry, lying in ambush deep in the secret passage. It was there to both repel intruders and warn those inside the lair."

He paused, then added:

"But it was already dead; it didn't have time to sound the alarm."

"Get ready...we shouldn't be far from their nest."

Zieg pulled the torch from the ground, his tone serious:

"Remember. The moment I say 'Attack,' immediately cast 'Flash.'"

Petra swallowed hard. "Okay...okay!"

Zig then looked at Eileen.

"Eileen?"

"I remember everything."

Eileen clenched her fists.

"After Petra casts 'Flash,' kill as many goblins as possible. I will."

The three men stepped over the gradually cooling corpse of the sentry and continued deeper into the area.

Zieg didn't stop walking. As he passed by, he drew his short sword with practiced ease and swiftly plucked the creature's left ear and deep purple tongue into his Book of Adventure. At the same time, he picked up the rough short spear that had fallen to the ground and held it in his left hand.

The scratches and stains on the walls increased, and the smell of blood grew stronger.

An unsettling atmosphere permeated the air.

After walking for a while...

The faint light of the torch finally illuminated the outline ahead.

At the end of the dark passage, one can vaguely see that the passage suddenly opens up, extending into a significantly larger space.

It was a huge cave, and the air currents and faint echoes coming from it suggested that the main habitat of goblins was likely ahead.

Zig stopped and raised his right hand, signaling the other two to stop as well.

Eileen and Petra stopped immediately, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

Zieg lowered his voice and asked:

"Are you ready?"

Petra took a deep breath.

Although she was still nervous, a determined light had already appeared in her eyes.

"Ready, Mr. Zieg."

Eileen grinned and gave a thumbs up:

"If you say so, I'll go."

"very good."

Zig took a deep breath and looked toward the enormous cave.

He threw away the torch, gripped the short spear upside down in his left hand, and took the steel sword from the Book of Adventures with his right.

Muscles tense, nerves tense, attention focused to the extreme.

"Let's do it!"

Zig let out a low growl.

Petra raised her staff and began to pray devoutly.

"Merciful Earth Mother, please bestow your sacred light upon us who are lost in the darkness..."

A dazzling pure white light burst forth from the tip of the staff.

The light shone like a small sun in the dark cave.

The intense light instantly illuminated the entire lair hall.

Every corner was illuminated as if it were daytime, revealing everything.

Shine with intense light, the goblins let out a piercing scream.

They have lived in dark caves for a long time, and their eyes have long been adapted to the dim environment.

Upon being suddenly exposed to such intense light, they instantly lost their sight and fell into a state of temporary blindness.

The goblins covered their eyes, screamed wildly, and rolled on the ground, trying to avoid the blinding light.

By the blinding pure white light of the "flash"...

Zig rushed into the lair's main hall and quickly surveyed the situation before him.

The lair hall was more spacious than expected. The entire hall was an irregular circle, about twenty meters in diameter and about five meters high.

Various bones and tattered strips of cloth hung on the rough stone walls.

Various debris was scattered on the ground.

The entire hall looked like a garbage dump.

In the center of the hall sat a goblin shaman.

It was a monster about the same size as a normal goblin.

But it is clearly different from ordinary goblin minions.

It was wearing a robe made of various animal skins pieced together.

It has three huge black feathers stuck in its head.

His face was painted with white paint.

He was also holding a skeletal staff in his hand.

At this moment, the goblin shaman was sitting on a simple bone seat.

In front of the shaman were eight goblin minions howling in agony on the ground.

Blinded by the bright light of the "flash," these goblin minions were rolling around on the ground in a frenzy.

They covered their eyes, let out mournful screams, and had snot and tears streaming down their faces, their entire faces contorted in agony.

"Drink it!"

Eileen swept past Zig and pounced on the nearest goblin.

She was incredibly fast; she pushed off the ground with both legs and leaped into the air.

The next moment...

Raise your right leg high.

The muscles in his thighs were taut, unleashing astonishing power.

Then he chopped down hard!

His leg slashed down like a battle axe!

It struck the goblin in the stomach.

The goblin's body was cleaved into a bizarre V-shape by the blow.

Its belly caved in, and its ribs made a crisp cracking sound.

The internal organs shattered instantly under this terrifying impact.

Liver, spleen, intestines...

They were all shattered into mincemeat.

The goblin's eyes widened, its mouth agape, as if it were about to scream.

But the next second, a large amount of blood gushed out of its mouth.

The blood was mixed with fragments of internal organs, which were sprayed everywhere.

The goblin's body went limp and fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

Eileen retracted her right leg and steadied herself.

She looked up, her gaze fixed on the next goblin.

They rushed out again.

Under the cover of the bright light, Sieg's azure eyes were fixed on the goblin shaman in the center of the hall.

He pulled his left arm back, and the muscles in his back suddenly tensed up like a fully drawn bow. A terrifying power of up to 7 points flowed along the muscle lines and was frantically poured into the rough short spear that he had just captured.

call out--!

The short spear flew out of his hand, transforming into a fierce black afterimage that instantly tore through the air!

puff!

With a sickening screech of flesh being pierced, the short spear pierced the shaman's chest with perfect accuracy!

The violent kinetic energy tore the filthy animal skin robe apart, piercing its breastbone and flesh together!

The goblin shaman let out a painful groan.

Its body suddenly leaned back, and the seat made of bones collapsed onto the ground under the weight.

but……

Although the goblin shaman was about the same size as the goblin minions, the shaman, whose chest was pierced by a short spear, was still alive!

"Cough...cough cough..."

The shaman coughed up blood, and the wound on his chest continued to ooze a glaring crimson.

But it stubbornly reached out and grabbed the skeletal staff that had fallen to the side.

Zieg gave it no chance to struggle. He gripped the hilt of his steel sword tightly with his right hand, and stomped his legs hard on the filthy ground, making a dull thud.

He pounced on the ground like a hunting silver wolf, so fast that he left only a blurry afterimage in the corner of my eye.

Like human spellcasters, goblin shamans need to chant incantations to cast spells.

Chanting incantations takes time.

The goblin shaman had only uttered a short verse when Sieg had already rushed in front of it.

A flash of cold light!

The steel sword drew a silver arc, leaving an afterimage in the air.

The silver light struck the goblin shaman precisely on the neck.

The sharp blade slices through skin, cuts through muscle, and shatters bones...

The sound of the neck bone breaking was clearly audible.

The next second, the goblin shaman's head flew off.

The head spun in mid-air, blood gushing from the severed neck, leaving a crimson arc in the air.

The shaman's expression froze at that moment.

But it's all over.