I'm not a Witcher anymore.

On the other side, the large goblin that had been guarding the flank roared and pounced, charging recklessly towards Sieg and Ravenna.

Ravenna pushed off with her feet, and her ankle boots made her slide to the side like a gentle breeze passing through the forest.

She never confronted the monster head-on, but always maintained a dangerous yet unreachable distance from it.

Every time the goblin took a step forward, Ravenna would cleverly change direction, her steps quick and decisive, making the frenzied behemoth seem like a kite, spinning it around in circles in the forest.

Its giant wooden club slammed into the air, sending mud and grass flying everywhere.

The monster roared furiously, and was about to give chase again when Ravenna's bowstring snapped crisply a few steps away—a cold arrow flew straight toward its face, forcing it to stop and awkwardly raise its thick arm to protect its vitals.

With Ravenna keeping the goblin guard at bay, Sieg simply bypassed it.

Wind step!

The moment the magic flowed into his legs, the muscles in his legs felt as if they were being lifted by an invisible force, and he was propelled forward almost skimming the ground.

Just as the goblin was about to swing its arm to stop it, Sieg had already used the speed gained from Swift Step to pass right under its swung giant wooden club.

The goblin archer, trapped by the vines, was still struggling desperately when Sieg appeared before it.

Zieg's longsword swept horizontally, drawing a vicious arc, and with a soft thud, the sword sliced ​​into the muscle on the outside of his thigh.

Blood gushed out with the action of drawing the sword. The monster let out a short scream, unable to withstand the excruciating pain. Its knees slammed heavily to the ground, and its once robust body suddenly shrank.

Zig took the opportunity to step on its still twitching thigh and leap into the air.

Then, gripping the sword hilt with both hands in reverse, the entire blade slid into the unsuspecting gap between the opponent's shoulders and neck with a hiss, severing the monster's wailing in half.

The sword's edge pierced through flesh and blood, disappearing all the way to the hilt.

The massive body suddenly straightened, then crashed onto the grass like a collapsing mountain of flesh.

Without turning back to confirm the outcome, Zieg dashed forward towards the fleeing figure the instant his toes touched the ground.

The Goblin King ran very fast. As soon as it realized it couldn't call back the troops fighting outside the farm, it abandoned all its guards and chose to flee.

As it fled, it kept looking back.

As Sieg approached, the Goblin King let out a desperate roar, turned around, and swung its battle axe at Sieg's waist with both hands.

This axe strike, accompanied by a heavy whooshing sound, relied purely on the imposing size and inhuman brute force to crush the opponent; it was a power that no ordinary human adventurer could withstand head-on with their bare body.

Zieg had no intention of fighting to the death.

He suddenly shifted his stance, cutting into the axe along its arc. The wind pressure generated by the giant axe grazed his chest, whipping his clothes up.

The Goblin King's unstoppable axe strike landed on empty air, and his body was jolted to the side by the immense inertia.

Without stopping, Sieg twisted his body and used the momentum to draw his longsword in a chilling arc, viciously piercing the Goblin King's axe-wielding arm.

Glah—Pfft!

The sickening sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing rang out almost simultaneously.

That thick arm, along with that heavy battle axe, was cleaved away by the sword, spinning and rolling into the grass.

The Goblin King let out a shrill, distorted scream, and his entire body tilted to one side as he lost his balance.

Zieg didn't give it any breathing room.

Without pausing for a moment, the sword, which had just severed the thick arm, flipped its wrist and kissed the monster's throat.

A torrent of hot, viscous blood gushed out instantly.

The Goblin King clutched his neck with his remaining hand, his tall body staggering backward.

It opened its mouth wide, futilely swallowing air, but could only squeeze out a series of broken "gurgling" sounds mixed with blood bubbles from its throat.

It shook violently twice, its knees finally giving way and it crashed heavily to the ground, plunging headfirst into the mud and blood of its severed limbs. It twitched a few times and then fell still.

A king has fallen.

The two surviving guards' expressions changed simultaneously.

The goblin hero seemed to want to retrieve the king's corpse, roaring as it lunged towards them.

The other goblin guard, however, was completely different.

Seeing the king lying in a pool of blood, it didn't hesitate for a moment, then turned and burrowed into the depths of the forest.

Ravenna gave it no chance to escape. The bowstring snapped crisply, and an arrow pierced the darkness of the forest, precisely embedding itself in the back of its neck.

The goblin, which was running wildly, seemed to have its spine snapped instantly, and its two thick legs went limp and turned into a puddle of mud.

Before it could even let out a scream, the immense inertia carried its unconscious body forward, causing it to fall into the mud like a sack of dead flesh.

The remaining goblin hero was still fighting desperately.

But it was already a cornered beast fighting back.

Sieg and Valeria, one in front and one behind, completely trapped it in a dead end.

The monster frantically tried to break free, but Sieg's longsword struck first, piercing its ribs. Valeria then followed up with a blow, severing its last vestige of strength.

The woodland fell silent again.

All that remained were heavy breathing, the sound of dripping blood, and the sounds of fighting and screams coming from the nearby battlefield.

Zig drew his longsword, shook off the blood, and turned his gaze toward the farm.

……

On the main battlefield, the fighting continues, but it is nearing its end.

The first to notice something was wrong were not the large number of grunts at the forefront, but the Big Goblin Assault Team, personally led by the Goblin Hero.

Originally, the wolf riders were supposed to be deployed to the battlefield only as a surprise attack force. However, from the moment the wolf riders fell into the human trap until they were all wiped out, no bugle calls were sounded from the rear, and no new orders were issued.

The king would absolutely not allow his precious wolf riders to be lost so easily.

Realizing this, the goblin hero immediately led the remaining goblin assault team in a direction away from the battlefield.

As soon as the goblins fled, the remaining legion of grunts also fell into chaos.

They were already unable to break through the farm's defenses, and many of their kind had died. But with the king watching from behind, even if they were afraid, they had to step over the corpses and charge forward.

But now that the horns had stopped and the goblins had run away, the fragile courage in these green-skinned monsters instantly crumbled.

The entire front collapsed rapidly.

The adventurers on the farm seized the opportunity immediately.

The adventurers, who had initially refused to retreat, began to push forward.

The goblins erupted in a cacophony of desperate, terrified howls.

The ragtag soldiers, driven mad, fled in disarray. Those who were slow were tripped and trampled into a bloody pulp by their own kind; while those who were still dizzy and tried to turn back and bare their teeth were immediately hacked to pieces in the grass by the advancing adventurers.

At this point, the outcome of the battle was practically decided.

Once the adventurers launched a full-scale counterattack, they showed no mercy.

They pushed the goblins away with swords and spears pointed at them, while arrows kept chasing after them from behind.

Those who tried to scramble back into the forest were impaled by arrows in the mud after only a few steps; those who stumbled into traps in their panic didn't even have time to utter a scream before the pursuing blades chopped them to pieces.

The green-skinned monsters howled and scattered in all directions. Kneeling and kowtowing was useless. The advancing adventurers did not stop and hacked them to death bit by bit on the muddy ground outside the farm.

Once the last goblin fell, all that remained outside the farm was firelight, the stench of blood, and a scene of utter devastation.

That once formidable green-skinned army was finally wiped out at this point.