I'm not a Witcher anymore.

However, for him, who possesses "proficiency in archery", this distance is not only within his shooting range, but also his home turf.

Zieg slowly raised his arm, and the yew longbow was pushed in front of him.

Place three fingers on the string and pull it back smoothly.

The sturdy yew bow was stretched into a full and dangerous arc, the bowstring taut to the perfect limit that the bow could withstand.

The night breeze rustled through the grass, carrying a cool, damp scent.

Zieg's breathing naturally entered a strange rhythm—each of his breaths resonated perfectly with the taut bowstring.

The world faded from his senses, becoming crystal clear.

With the blessing of "Archery Mastery", the cool south wind transformed into tangible threads in his eyes, outlining a perfect trajectory.

The distance is 220 meters.

Goblin charge speed: Medium.

Parabolic correction...

The muscle memory and instinct brought about by "archery proficiency" transform these complex variables into intuition within a tenth of a second.

His eyes were cold and icy as he fixed his gaze on the goblin that was charging at the front and was the largest.

Loose the string.

call out--!

A very short, sharp sonic boom was heard in the air.

The black arrow tore through the night wind, drawing a deathly parabola that was almost invisible to the naked eye under the cold moonlight.

puff!

It's like a ripe watermelon being smashed to pieces by a giant sledgehammer.

The goblin at the forefront didn't even pause; its entire head instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and the headless corpse fell forward due to inertia, rolling several times on the ground before finally stiffening.

At that moment, all the goblins around them slammed on the brakes.

They stared wide-eyed at the headless corpse on the ground.

That not-yet-fully-developed brain simply couldn't comprehend how a comrade could suddenly die at such a great distance, where even the shadow of an enemy couldn't be seen.

Was it a fluke?

Must be a coincidence!

However, before they could recover from their shock...

call out!

Another deadly whistling sound pierced the air!

The arrow, like a venomous snake's tongue, pierced the second goblin's gaping mouth with perfect accuracy, going straight through the back of its head.

"thump."

The second body fell down.

This completely panicked the goblins.

They finally realized—this was no accident, it was death calling their names!

Panic spread instantly, screams ripped through the night sky, and the outermost circle of goblins were so frightened that they lay flat on the ground, covering their heads with their hands, trying to hide in the grass to avoid the unseen deadly attack.

But Death has no intention of letting go of those slow-witted prey.

call out!

The third arrow fell with a piercing whistle, pinning a goblin that was about to turn and run away firmly to the ground, its fletching still trembling wildly.

Triple kill!

Zig slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling a slight warmth at his fingertips, and an indescribable sense of clarity spread throughout his body.

It feels very good.

very good.

To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy...

It's like playing a classic FPS shooting game, holding a high vantage point with a sniper rifle, and every bullet can accurately take down the enemy's life. The ease and thrill of having life and death absolutely under your control is enough to make any man's blood boil.

However, no matter how well you play the game, you still have to put on your security guard uniform and stand guard all day tomorrow morning, smiling and saying "Welcome home" to the residents.

But in today's world, the ability to blow an enemy's head off is the only truth for survival.

Zieg's gaze turned cold as he locked onto the arrow ahead once more, his fingertips deftly nocking it.

Clang!

The bowstring vibrated repeatedly!

call out!call out!

Two arrows, one after the other, were fired in rapid succession, striking two goblins who had just gotten up and were trying to dodge with pinpoint accuracy, killing them both in the head. Two more corpses fell.

The brief chaos among the goblin horde lasted only a moment.

They quickly regrouped.

Screams rose and fell, as if they were urging and driving each other forward—or rather, some deeper instinct was propelling them forward.

With a piercing and frantic scream, the green-skinned monsters, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward like a tidal wave, trampling over the corpses of their fallen comrades without hesitation.

They brandished rusty iron swords and rough wooden clubs, their faces menacing. As they drew closer, a nauseating stench wafted up on the night breeze.

However, faced with this terrifying charge, Zieg did not retreat an inch.

He reached for his quiver with his right hand, drew an arrow, nocked the bow, and drew the string fully.

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, so fast under the moonlight that it was almost just a blur.

call out!

A goblin leaped high into the air, trying to dodge, only to be pierced mid-air by an arrow that pierced its gaping mouth and exited through the back of its head. A trail of blood spurted through the air as it crashed to the ground like a tattered sack.

Zieg didn't even glance at them; with a flick of his finger, he simultaneously pulled two arrows from the quiver.

The wooden bow was stretched to its limit, emitting a dangerous, full-moon-like sound.

call out!call out!

Two streaks of black lightning flashed across the grass, precisely piercing the throats of two goblins who were trying to use the cover to accelerate their flank from the left and right. They fell forward due to inertia, leaving two bloody trails on the ground.

The distance is still closing!

But Zieg's shooting rhythm not only didn't falter, it actually got faster and faster, his hands seeming to become phantoms.

call out!

The ninth one, pierced through the chest!

call out!

The tenth one, with a pierced eye socket!

call out!

Before the eleventh goblin could even swing its weapon, it was sent flying backward by the powerful kinetic energy, crashing heavily into its companions behind it!

The vibrating sound of the bowstrings was almost continuous, crisp and melodious, yet it sounded like death itself plucking the strings.

In just a few breaths, the goblins who had died on the way to the charge were already scattered all over the field.

At this moment, Zieg was like a sophisticated killing machine.

Ravenna, who was standing next to him, was completely dumbfounded.

She held the short bow, but couldn't get a hand to it at all.

Even now, those goblins haven't entered her firing range.

And nearly half of the goblins have already died at Sieg's hands.

Ingram was greatly encouraged.

He never expected Zieg to be so fierce.

This was several times better than his most optimistic prediction.

"Finn, let's go!"

Ingram roared, raising his shield and warhammer: "Now! Kill them all!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Finn's eyes.

"good!"

The two charged toward the green-skinned monsters like tigers released from their cages.

Ingram's warhammer traced fierce arcs in the moonlight.

Each blow was accompanied by the goblin's agonizing screams and the sound of bones shattering.

A goblin attempted to ambush Ingram from the side.

But Ingram had already sensed it; he turned sharply and swept his shield across.

boom!

The goblin was hit in the face by the shield, its entire face caved in, and it flew backward.

Before it even hit the ground, Ingram's warhammer had already crashed down.

Click!

The skull was fractured.

Finn's spear was like a venomous snake, each thrust precise and accurate.

The two worked together seamlessly, creating a bloodbath among the goblins.

Just then...

The other two employees at the weapons shop finally woke up.

They groggily crawled out of their sleeping bags, their faces still showing signs of sleepiness and confusion.

I can see the battle still going on in the distance...

The two instantly regained their senses.

"Enemy attack!"

"Goblin?"

The two men frantically pulled out two crossbows and climbed onto another carriage.

Their hands were trembling; they were clearly extremely nervous.

But I still tried my best to aim at those goblins.

Zig quickly told them to put the crossbows down.

If your teammates haven't rushed in for close combat yet, that's fine.

But now, Ingram and Finn have already charged into the goblin horde.

The remaining goblins, already terrified by Sieg's terrifying barrage of shots, were utterly unable to mount any decent resistance against the two Obsidian-level adventurers charging into the flock.

And indeed, on the main battlefield, the battle ended not long afterward.

The ground was littered with the corpses of goblins.

Ingram was panting heavily, blood dripping from his warhammer.

Finn was sitting on a goblin's corpse, with a spear beside him stained with blood.