I'm not a Witcher anymore.

The flash effect is fading.

The goblins covered their eyes and got up from the ground. As their vision began to return, they turned their heads blankly, trying to lock onto their target again.

Zieg did not give them that chance.

He took a large step to the side, his eyes locking onto the nearest monster that was covering its eyes and screaming in agony.

"Pfft!"

The steel sword transformed into a cold, straight line, piercing the goblin's back with remarkable efficiency.

Zieg didn't even glance at it. As he drew his sword, he kicked the corpse aside, used the momentum to twist his body, and precisely sliced ​​the throats of the other two monsters that were trying to climb towards the pile of weapons.

"drink!"

Eileen's right leg swept out horizontally.

The leg swept hard across the neck of the last goblin soldier.

The neck bone snapped instantly, making a crisp cracking sound.

The goblin's head was twisted at an eerie angle, its neck almost broken by a kick.

It let out a final, weak groan, its body went limp and collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

Eileen was panting heavily, bending over and supporting herself on her knees with her hands.

Sweat streamed down his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

All around her lay goblin corpses, scattered haphazardly in pools of blood.

Eileen breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves finally relaxing.

Although she was only dealing with a few goblins, Eileen used all her strength in every attack.

Therefore, as soon as she relaxed, she immediately felt a strong sense of fatigue, her legs went weak, and she could hardly stand up.

Zig walked over: "Are you hurt?"

Eileen shook her head, her voice a little hoarse: "No, I'm just a little tired..."

"Then you should rest for a while."

Zig turned around and looked at the priestess girl who had been standing far away at the entrance since the fight began.

"Petra?"

Petra gripped her staff, her face pale.

"I'm fine. It's just... just a little..."

Her throat tightened, and she almost vomited.

Zieg comforted him, "You'll get used to it eventually."

Zig told the two of them to rest first, while he, holding a torch, searched around the lair's main hall.

The torchlight danced on the rock face, illuminating every corner.

A minute later, Zieg stopped at the deepest part of the hall.

The torchlight illuminated the way ahead...

There, he found a rough wooden door.

It was a door made of rough wooden planks pieced together.

The door was undecorated, with only deep scratches and stains, clearly indicating that it had been used for a long time.

There must be something hidden behind this door.

Zig walked to the door, raised his right leg, and kicked it forward with a vengeance.

The entire door was kicked inwards and crashed heavily to the ground.

Smoke and dust billowed up, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Zig raised the torch and stepped into the secret chamber.

The torchlight illuminated the scene inside the secret chamber.

In the cramped, dimly lit room, five young goblins huddled together in a corner, shivering and whimpering softly.

Their eyes were large and round, filled with fear and helplessness, and tears kept flowing from them.

It looks like an ordinary, frightened little animal.

On the other side of the room, several ragged women lay sprawled on a dirty straw mat.

Their condition looked terrible.

The clothes were tattered and stained with dirt and blood.

His hair was disheveled, and his face and arms were covered in bruises and scars.

Their faces were as pale as paper, their lips were cracked, and their breathing was weak; they were clearly extremely weak.

Zig looked at the five trembling goblin cubs without any pity in his eyes.

He drew his short sword and walked toward the goblin cubs.

"Waaaaah..."

When the cubs saw Sieg approaching, they let out even more terrified whimpers and desperately shrank into the corner.

Zig raised his short sword, his movements swift and decisive, killing them one by one, sending these goblin cubs to meet their god.

After killing all the cubs, Zieg expressionlessly cut off their left ears one by one.

On the Adventurers' Guild's bounty list, the left ear of these cubs is worth the same as that of an adult.

Because in this cruel world, every cub spared out of mercy can quickly grow into an adult within a few months, turning into a nightmare that tears apart the next village.

The vast majority of those mutated mid-level individuals who roam the wilderness and evolve into giant goblins are survivors of their nests being destroyed. They draw sustenance from hatred, becoming more cunning and brutal than their kind.

Therefore, we must never overlook any potential danger.

After killing the cubs, Sieg called Eileen in from outside.

Her expression changed slightly when she saw the scene inside the secret room.

But she didn't say anything.

Zieg instructed her to carry the girls out to Petra for treatment, while he stayed behind to search the secret chamber.

This chamber is much smaller than the outer lair hall.

Because the space was small, Zig quickly finished looting.

He found a money bag, some grain, and other odds and ends.

Several rusty swords, a broken shield, a broken bow, and leather armor riddled with holes and tattered clothes.

Without a doubt, these must have belonged to the other adventurers who came before them to hunt goblins.

Unfortunately, they failed.

Zieg calmly stored all the spoils into the "Storage Page" of the Adventure Book, then drew his blood-stained herb-gathering knife once more.

He skillfully stripped and searched the goblin and shaman corpses for the last alchemical materials until he was sure they were worthless. Only then did he sheathe his blade, turn around, and stride out of the lair filled with stench and despair.

……

The group, carrying the rescued girls, finally emerged from the suffocating goblin cave.

Golden light filtered through the leaves, falling on everyone's face and body, bringing a warm feeling and making everyone feel relaxed.

Everyone felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

The long-awaited fresh air rushed into my lungs.

Every breath makes one feel comfortable and alive.

It took away the nauseating stench from the cave.

Kevin and the others even felt as if they had been transported to another world.

They were only in the cave for a few hours, but those hours felt like centuries.

Every minute and every second was torture; we were constantly facing the threat of death.

Everything made them feel suffocated.

And now, they have finally made it out alive.

The group took the rescued girls to a clearing in the woods away from the cave.

Their external wounds healed rapidly under Petra's devout "small healing" miracle, and with the help of the mild healing potion that Zieg had previously purchased in the border town, the bleeding wounds finally stopped completely, leaving only a few faint purplish-blue marks.

Even though the priest's miracles and the town's medicine could easily heal the physical wounds, they could not reach the deeper and more difficult-to-heal mental trauma.

Every girl had a blank stare and a dazed expression, as if her soul had left her body.

Without asking, anyone can imagine the torture and humiliation they suffered in the goblin lair.

Because this place is quite a distance from the border town, the girls who have suffered hardship obviously cannot walk back.

Therefore, Sieg arranged for Eileen and Kevin to return to town first and notify the Adventurers' Guild to send a carriage to pick them up.

They stayed behind with the girls.

Zig surveyed the area, setting up some animal traps and spiked snares.

After doing all this, Zieg sat cross-legged on a boulder, ostensibly resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, his consciousness had already sunk deep into his mind.

In the darkness, the Book of Adventure slowly opened, gleaming faintly.