I'm not a Witcher anymore.

a few days later.

Deep in the dense forest outside the border town.

At noon, sunlight penetrates through layers of tree canopy, forming clearly visible beams of light amidst the suspended dust and water vapor in the air.

The air was damp and heavy, a mixture of smells of earth, decaying wood, and wild animals.

A group of goblins were cautiously moving through the bushes.

These green-skinned monsters were clearly looking for something.

Sudden……

The goblin at the front twitched its ears slightly, as if it had noticed something unusual.

It immediately stopped, its body stiffening for a moment, before slowly turning its head to try and pinpoint the source of the sound.

The other companions also stopped alertly, crouching low and hiding behind bushes, cautiously observing their surroundings.

The forest was completely silent.

The only sounds were the whistling of the wind through the treetops and the rustling of some small animal in the distance.

The lead goblin took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as if he were trying to discern the scents in the air.

next second...

It suddenly jumped up excitedly, turned around and made a series of rapid squeaks towards its companions.

These seemingly chaotic cries are actually the language of goblins.

Although humans cannot understand the meaning of these sounds, for goblins, this is their way of communicating, passed down through generations.

The companions instantly understood the leader goblin's intention.

Their eyes gleamed with primal greed, thick saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, and their breathing became rapid and excited.

Some goblins even excitedly waved their sticks and daggers, letting out low growls.

The lead goblin waved his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

Then it lowered its body and led the way, moving quickly in the direction from which the scent was coming.

The other goblins quickly followed, changing direction and darting through the forest with the agility of a pack of hungry beasts.

Following the scent of blood, the group of goblins soon arrived at a clearing in the woods covered with golden fallen leaves.

The trees here are much sparser, allowing more sunlight to penetrate.

A gentle breeze blew, and golden leaves fell like rain, covering the entire open space.

Besides the smell of soil and decaying leaves, there was also a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood in the air—the smell of fresh flesh and blood.

The goblins hid behind the bushes at the edge of the clearing, peeking out to look ahead.

Through the dappled shadows of the trees and the drifting fallen leaves, they spotted their long-awaited prey...

A fairly large wild deer was lying quietly in a pile of fallen leaves.

This is an adult male deer, with a shoulder height of at least 1.2 meters and a pair of forked antlers on its head.

Its brown fur was soft and smooth, but now it was stained with dark red blood.

Upon discovering this unexpected delight, the goblins trembled with excitement, almost jumping for joy.

Their eyes were wide open, gleaming with greed, and a series of suppressed, almost frantic low moans came from their throats.

They had even started drooling; thick saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, making a soft dripping sound as it hit the ground.

But these green-skinned monsters are not entirely without brains.

The lead goblin forcibly suppressed his inner impulse and raised a thin, bony claw to make a "stop" gesture.

Then it turned around and communicated with its companions with a series of rapid and complex cries.

Although the other goblins were unwilling, they still lowered their bodies, gripped their wooden sticks and daggers tightly, and then dispersed, moving warily in different directions.

Soon, these green-skinned monsters formed a loose encirclement around the wild deer.

Their eyes scanned back and forth across the tree trunks, bushes, and ground, afraid of missing any signs of danger.

The forest was completely silent.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the faint panting of wild deer.

After waiting for about half a minute and confirming that there were no signs of an ambush or trap nearby, the leading goblin cautiously waved his hand, signaling his subordinates that they could proceed.

A small, unassuming goblin was pushed forward.

The little goblin swallowed hard and cautiously walked towards the wild deer.

The air seemed to freeze; the other goblins held their breath, watching their companion's every move with bated breath.

Finally, the little goblin reached the wild deer.

Once it was sure there was no danger, the little goblin grew bolder. It grabbed one of the deer's forelegs with both hands, arched its back, and dragged the deer's heavy body with all its might.

The little goblin gritted its teeth, its face turning red, and used every ounce of its strength.

However, the wild deer remained motionless.

This adult male deer weighs at least 80 or 90 kilograms, far exceeding the strength of this skinny goblin.

The deer only twitched slightly and let out a weak whimper; otherwise, nothing unusual happened.

There were no traps, no mechanisms, and no ambushes.

There was only one dying wild deer.

Seeing this, the lead goblin finally lowered his guard and waved for his other companions to come forward.

Instantly, four more goblins, unable to contain their excitement, ran over and happily joined in the carrying work.

Some of them grabbed the deer's legs, some pulled on its antlers, and others pushed its body, chattering excitedly as they dragged it along.

One such plump wild deer is enough to feed them for several days!

The goblins grew more and more excited as they thought about it, their mouths watering uncontrollably, and their movements becoming even more vigorous.

They couldn't wait to drag this trophy back to their lair and cook it into a delicious meat soup in a big pot.

But just then...

A sudden change occurred.

The large net hidden beneath the thick layer of fallen leaves suddenly sprang up, like a giant spider web unfolding in an instant.

It was carefully buried beneath fallen leaves and connected to a trigger mechanism.

When enough weight is placed on a specific spot, the taut rope will loosen, and the spring-like stick will spring up, lifting the entire net into the air.

The five goblins surrounding the wild deer had no time to react.

They were still basking in the joy of their upcoming feast when, in the next second, they were caught in a carefully laid net from all sides, just like fish caught in a trap.

The goblins screamed in terror and struggled frantically in the net.

The heavy netting tightened rapidly, binding the five goblins tightly together.

They screamed in terror and struggled desperately, trying to tear open the sudden cage.

The net ropes creaked and groaned as they were torn apart, remaining taut but showing no sign of breaking.

The more the trapped goblins struggled, the more chaotic the situation became, and their bodies became more entangled, which only strengthened the bondage.

The other four goblins, who were standing outside the net and had narrowly escaped, were taken aback by this sudden turn of events.