I'm not a Witcher anymore.

"Milestone Achieved - Goblin Nemesis: 300 Goblin Minions Killed (Current Kill Count: 823), 1 Goblin Hero Killed"

"The gift has arrived: 'Skill' Swift Step"

"Swift Step: The flow of the wind gradually aligns with your steps. By channeling magic into your legs, you can significantly increase your running speed and leaping ability for a short period, as if your entire body is propelled forward by an invisible current. With this power, you can more quickly cut into, break away from, and leap over obstacles, and also absorb most of the impact upon landing, quickly stabilizing your body and continuing to charge forward. Each activation consumes 20 magic points."

Zig closed his eyes and slowly exhaled.

The battle is finally over.

If I had gotten this skill sooner, I could have kited that goblin hero to death, no matter how fierce it was.

However, the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before Zieg suppressed it.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

He raised his hand to press his still throbbing temples, suppressing the belated regret in his heart, and prioritizing the injuries of the people in front of him, the potential dangers around them, and the matter of getting out of there as soon as possible.

He reopened his eyes and walked towards his teammates.

Lucy knelt beside Valeria, holding the Holy Symbol in her hands, casting a healing miracle on her. A faint holy white light enveloped the wounds, but could not mask the pallor on Valeria's face.

Hill sat against the stone wall, looking weak, clearly still recovering from the backlash from the previous attack.

Only Ravenna remained standing, holding a short bow, warily watching the surrounding darkness, her shoulders tense.

Sieg quickly walked over to the group and looked at Valeria first.

"Can it still hold on?"

Valeria managed a weak smile.

"He won't die."

"You're kidding," Ravenna immediately retorted. "You were almost smashed into the ground just now, and you call that surviving?"

Valeria wanted to say something, but the pain aggravated her injuries, causing her to wince and swallow her words.

Zig didn't continue what she was saying; instead, he turned his gaze to Hill.

"And you?"

Hill had one hand still pressed against his chest, his breathing becoming labored.

"I'm not injured, but the backlash is still there. I won't be able to cast spells for a while, I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, you've already done me a great favor."

He looked around and quickly got a sense of what was going on.

Valeria is seriously injured, Hill has temporarily lost her ability to cast spells, and Lucy's condition is not much better.

Only he and Ravenna remain truly capable of fighting.

In situations like this, the best thing to do is not to be stubborn, but to leave as soon as possible.

"We can't stay here any longer," Sieg said. "That goblin hero is dead, and not a single goblin soldier escaped, but we can't be sure if there are any left in the graveyard. Just to be safe, we should leave immediately."

Ravenna understood, gripped her bow, and nodded.

Valeria didn't try to be strong; she struggled to sit up straight, but ultimately gave up: "We'll do as you say."

Without further delay, the group quickly packed up and set off to leave.

The underground passages remain intricate and complex, the stone walls are cold, the sound of water echoes, and the corners and forks are layered upon each other, making it seem as if one could never find their way out.

However, Zieg had already memorized the surrounding terrain, and after leading the group around several abandoned waterways, they found the closest exit to the border heroes' cemetery in no time.

It was a vertical shaft leading to the ground.

The well wall has a row of grooves carved on both sides for people to climb, the edges of which are badly worn and some places are even cracked.

It can still be used if you are careful.

"I'll go up and take a look first."

Zig was the first to step onto the well wall, gripped the groove with both hands, and began to climb upwards.

The stone wall was cold and rough, and when you touched it with your fingertips, you could clearly feel the worn edges.

The well was dark, with only a faint light from below illuminating it, casting a long, distorted shadow of him.

wow-

He pried the manhole cover open from below.

Zig poked his head out and glanced around.

It was completely dark outside.

The clouds were low, completely obscuring the moon, with only a few sparse starlight leaking through the gaps.

Magical streetlights stood on both sides of the street, their pale blue light spreading out one by one, illuminating the stone pavement with dappled light and shadow.

A night breeze blew in my face, carrying a long-lost, clean air that was almost luxurious.

Zig climbed out of the well, stood on the ground, and relaxed.

Compared to the foul air underground, which was mixed with the stench of blood, decay, and dampness, the night wind here felt like it was pulling you out of a quagmire.

"Zig, how's it outside?"

Ravenna's voice came from down the well.

Zig crouched down at the edge of the well and called out, "It's safe, come on up."

Lucy was the first to peek out.

The priestess struggled to climb to the edge of the well, her arms trembling.

Zieg reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up steadily. As soon as Lucy's feet touched the ground, she looked up at the night sky and let out a long breath.

"Finally out... I thought I might never see the sky again."

Ravenna was the second to climb up. After landing, she stretched her shoulders a couple of times, adding, "Don't jinx it, we're all tough as nails."

Hill also climbed out of the well. When he put his hand on the ground, his face turned pale again, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.

Now only Valeria remains below.

In her current condition, she would have difficulty even standing up, let alone climbing up.

Zig went down into the well again and began by removing her most cumbersome plate armor piece by piece. Shoulder guards, breastplate, arm guards, leg guards—the heavy iron plates fell to the ground with a series of soft thuds.

After removing the heaviest burden and throwing it into the Book of Adventure, he half-squatted down, hoisted the person onto his back, and climbed up again step by step.

Valeria lay on his back, breathing softly, but her body remained stiff.

"Can you still hold on?" Zieg asked.

"Yes." She paused for a moment. "I'm not as fragile as you think."

Zig didn't respond to that, and instead carried the person out of the well.

After several days of fighting, running around, and guarding against traps in the underground sewers and cemeteries, the tension finally eased a little.

The group sat on the stone path near the well, and for a moment no one wanted to move.

The night wind blew through the street corner, chilling away the sweat and blood stench on my body, and my exhaustion deepened.

After resting for a moment, Valeria tried to stand up, supporting herself on the ground. Ravenna clicked her tongue but still reached out to help her.

The night was deep and the streets were deserted. The group, exhausted and reeking of blood, hurried toward the Supreme Temple.