I'm not a Witcher anymore.

The guild's door was suddenly pushed open.

The person standing at the door was wearing an old but sturdy short iron armor, with a chainmail underneath, a small round shield hanging on his arm, and an iron sword of medium length at his waist.

The iron helmet with a face shield completely covered his face.

The hall, which had been somewhat noisy, gradually quieted down.

Those who recognize him know that this is the silver-ranked adventurer who only accepts commissions from goblins.

Goblin Slayer, Roland.

He went straight to the counter, skipping all the small talk.

Please help me.

Leah was taken aback: "What happened?"

"There are footprints near the farm and in the forest. Judging from the tracks left by those scouts, there are at least hundreds, not just a few scattered ones, and there's likely a king behind them. The attack will most likely happen tonight."

"It's too late to ask the lord for help. This time they're not just here to loot and leave; they're here to destroy the farms outside town."

There was a moment of silence at the counter, then someone frowned.

"It's just footprints; we haven't actually seen any yet."

"They're just goblins. No matter how big a fuss they cause, how far can it go?"

"It might be the same as before, they'll just grab it and run, it might not be that serious."

The atmosphere froze instantly.

"Roland".

A voice broke in.

Sieg walked up to Goblin Slayer:

"You're a silver-rank adventurer, you should know the rules. Without a commission, without pay, you can't persuade the people here just by saying there are goblins outside town."

Many people around nodded in agreement.

Zig didn't look at them, but instead looked at Lia behind the counter.

"Miss Leah."

"Ah...yes."

"If a silver-ranked adventurer requests an emergency request, can the guild advance the request fee?"

"Of course." Leah immediately realized, "Adventurers of silver rank or above can apply for a temporary subjugation commission on the spot if they judge the situation to be urgent."

"If the situation is true, the guild will advance the commission fee and then seek reimbursement from the lord, the merchant guild, and the person who received help. If necessary, we can also directly increase the bounty and summon adventurers from the town to fight together."

Sieg raised his hand and patted Roland on the shoulder, then turned around to look at the adventurers in the hall.

"That's how it is. Tonight, about several hundred goblins will attack the farms outside town."

"This silver-ranked adventurer has already applied for an emergency commission from the guild. There's a commission fee of one gold coin for killing a goblin. The guild also had a two-silver-coin bounty, which will still be included."

"In other words, killing one earns you one gold coin and two silver coins. That's six times the usual rate. The more you kill, the more you get."

Valeria spoke first, almost without hesitation:

"We'll accept this commission."

Ravenna picked up the shortbow and her eyes lit up.

"One goblin is worth one gold coin and two silver coins? What are we waiting for?"

Lucy gripped the holy symbol tightly and said in a low but earnest voice:

"I'll go too."

Hill didn't say anything, but simply walked to Lucy's side, his meaning couldn't be clearer.

Finally, someone in the guild stood up.

He slammed the wine glass back onto the table.

"One bird costs one gold coin and two silver coins? Ten birds would cost twelve gold coins?"

"Damn it, that inherently evil goblin brat, I'll deal with him myself..."

"Count me in."

"I want to participate too."

One by one, the people who had been sitting stood up. Some tightened their cloaks, some checked their weapons, and some were already walking towards the counter. Even the adventurer who had first said "it was just footprints" picked up his axe with a grim face.

At a round table on the second floor of the guild, all the people sitting were silver-ranked adventurers.

One of the women, dressed in plate armor, stood up and turned to her companion, who was also wearing heavy armor, and said:

"Let's go. After all, he saved your hometown, so let's take this opportunity to repay the favor."

Another man, also wearing a silver nameplate around his neck, slung a long spear over his shoulder, looking displeased, but still walked toward the counter.

……

It was completely dark.

In the woods outside the farm, the Goblin King held up a monocular telescope, staring through the night at the farm illuminated by firelight.

Contrary to its expectations, the farm contained not only fences, cabins, and livestock sheds, but also adventurers.

But this unexpected event did not deter it.

It brought so many men here tonight, not just to rob a few cows and grab a few women as usual.

It intends to flatten this farm, kill all the humans inside, and then sweep across the border towns further on.

Once all the human dwellings are burned to the ground, this place will become goblin territory. Mothers, food, livestock, fire, blood, and a kingdom that truly belongs to it—thinking of these things, the Goblin King couldn't help but let out a low, hoarse, and unpleasant laugh.

The order was quickly relayed.

Dozens of goblins pushed rows of planks out of the forest. Each plank had a woman tied to it—humans, elves, halflings, and dwarves.

Those green-skinned thugs had malicious and smug smiles on their faces.

They knew very well that as long as these prisoners were placed at the front, the adventurers' arrows and spells would not dare to fall easily.

And things did indeed unfold just as the goblins had predicted.

The row of wooden planks was pushed all the way to the front of the farm for dozens of meters, but no arrows were shot out of the farm, nor were any fireballs or falling rocks.

The goblins became even more excited, pushing the plank forward while letting out a series of sharp, piercing cries, and it seemed they were about to use this momentum to rush into the farm in one go.

Just then, the sound of incantations suddenly rang out.

There were no flames, and no falling rocks.

The goblins pushing the planks forward were stunned for a moment, then their eyelids drooped, their legs went weak, and they all fell to the ground as if they had been hit on the head with a stick.

Rows of prisoners also fell over and collapsed onto the grass.

"Now! Get them back!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

The adventurers who had been lying in ambush in the grass rushed out. Dozens of figures crossed the grass in the blink of an eye, rushed to the fallen planks, untied the ropes, carried people, and picked up the bound women and retreated.

The goblins outside the range of the sleep spell screamed at the sight. They surged forward in disarray, their bowstrings barely drawn and their slings only half-swung, when the rain of arrows from above arrived first.

Arrows whistled in from the farm, piercing their throats, eye sockets, and chests, killing the first wave that charged forward.

The smile on the Goblin King's face gradually faded.

It waved its hand sharply, directly ordering the minions to charge in full force.

The hundreds of goblins hiding in the forest immediately swarmed out.

A dark mass of green-skinned monsters burst out of the woods, their stomping echoing loudly on the muddy ground. From a distance, they looked like a foul-smelling black tide surging toward the farm.

The Goblin King thought that with such numbers, the millstone should be able to crush the humans in front of him.

But once it actually crashed into it, it realized it wasn't that simple.

The number of adventurers was indeed small, but they had already formed a defensive formation around the farm's perimeter and in the fortifications they had dug in advance.

As soon as the goblins charged forward, they were blocked by layers of trenches, palisades, and shield walls.

Those at the back desperately pushed forward, while those in front could only collapse in droves.

Spears, arrows, and spells poured out from the human side, wave after wave of soldiers surged forward, only to be cut down and shot down in the blink of an eye, like waves crashing against rocks, no matter how fiercely they crashed, they could only be shattered into a pile of flesh and blood.