This adventurer is overly righteous.

With leaf-like green skin, sharp ears and noses, slender limbs and swollen abdomens, goblins are creatures that make humans feel uncomfortable just by their appearance.

However, their intelligence is exceptional among monsters. They have a clear social structure and basic construction capabilities. Therefore, even though goblins are not particularly strong among monsters, and can even be considered quite weak, the Adventurers' Guild takes a policy of exterminating them.

Goblins are extremely fertile, and there are no females in their groups. They reproduce by capturing female creatures of other races, with human women being their primary target. Goblins born from human women possess a higher level of intelligence.

However, this does not mean they will spare females of other species.

Kroya concealed himself in the distance, observing the goblin camp before him from afar, taking in the entire situation.

A rough wooden fence surrounded the entire camp, inside which were cone-shaped huts made of branches and leaves. Goblins hung horns and bones of unknown creatures at the entrances, making the place look primitive and savage.

They also kept livestock in enclosures; several sheep grazed in a sturdy fence made of vines and planks. This area was located in the center of the camp, next to a roaring campfire, where several goblins sat holding bone clubs made from the bones of some kind of creature, their eyes fixed on the lambs.

"The numbers don't seem to add up..."

Kroya counted the number of goblins he could see in the camp. According to the information from the Adventurers' Guild, there should be twelve goblins. However, even after observing from several different angles, Kroya could only see six goblins, one of which was a mutated goblin that was much larger.

The rest of the goblins are out?

After confirming that there were no goblins in those simple huts, Kroya began to plan when to launch a surprise attack. There were only six goblins left in the goblin camp, which would be much easier to deal with.

First, shoot down two with arrows, then use a charged attack to kill the mutated goblin...

Just as Kroya was figuring out how to get rid of these goblins in the least effortful way, the goblins remained completely unaware.

Naturally, some of them took on the role of sentries, responsible for observing whether any danger was approaching. The camp they chose was in a pretty good location, surrounded by open fields. They had previously set fire to the wild grass that could conceal the enemy's tracks, leaving the ground covered in black ash. In the eyes of that sentry goblin, there seemed to be only a few places in the entire area that needed attention.

There were several large, immovable rocks; the enemy might be hiding behind them.

There was another tree, but it was rather slender, and even a goblin could only barely hide behind it. A powerful enemy, especially a human, could not possibly hide there.

But for goblins, magic is something beyond their comprehension.

Kroya was hiding under that tree, or more precisely, in the tree's shadow. With the goddess's blessing, he could conceal himself in any dark place, leaving only an imperceptible phantom. Kroya's presence, body temperature, and even scent remained, but at a certain distance, the goblins had no way of detecting him.

Today is another safe day.

Such a feeling arose in the sentry goblin's mind, because at this moment he could not see the slightest movement in front of him. He pricked up his ears and could only hear the roars of his companions. He could not smell any unfamiliar smells in his nostrils, and the stench on his companions was still as strong as ever.

The sentry goblin became somewhat complacent. Just then, his companion entered the sheepfold, emitting a malicious grin, which caught the sentry goblin's attention.

  

The tall, mutated goblin pinned down one of the lambs, and an ordinary goblin mounted it. The lamb struggled desperately, making panicked noises, but it was immobilized by the mutated goblin's strength...

"Goo..."

The sentry goblin swallowed hard, watching intently, gradually forgetting his post. He would occasionally glance at the lamb before turning his gaze back to the plump little creature.

For goblins, the instinct to mate and reproduce is enough to control their brains.

Just as the sentry goblin reluctantly turned its head again, performing its post duties with an extremely perfunctory attitude, its gaze lingered on the spot, an arrow suddenly flew from afar, slicing through the air. This sudden movement startled the sentry goblin, which turned its head sharply, and the arrow pierced right between its eyebrows.

"Gurgle..."

A whimper came from the goblin's throat, and then its body fell backward with a dull thud on the small wooden watchtower. The goblins, who had been immersed in the joy of mating, noticed the abnormality and instantly panicked, grabbing their weapons in a hurry. Only the goblin lying on the lamb's back seemed reluctant to leave.

"call out"

Another arrow pierced the air, accurately striking the goblin's torso on the lamb's back. The intense pain caused it to fall off the lamb's back, where it was then trampled on the head by the terrified lamb and died in agony.

Now only four goblins remained. They discerned the direction from which the arrows were coming and hid behind any available cover, no longer showing themselves.

“Guaaaa!”

"Gah!"

The goblin's voice changed from fear to anger, especially that of the tall, mutated goblin.

If they could spot the enemy's location, they would definitely rush in and tear him to shreds...

The enemy is approaching!

The goblins smelled something, a scent that wasn't grass or stone, but of a living being—or more precisely, a human, the scent of a human, the one who had killed their companion.

The first to jump out from behind the cover was the mutated goblin. It wore tough animal hide as clothing and held an extremely large weapon in its hand, which seemed to be a wooden stick made of some kind of hardwood. It roared at the intruder. It saw that it was indeed a human, a white one, holding a very sharp stick in its hand. The stick could cut its skin and was quite dangerous.

There must be another one, the guy hiding in the shadows shooting arrows. The mutated goblin realized this, and all the muscles in his body tensed up at that moment. He didn't want to be shot by that treacherous guy, so he had to quickly smash the guy in front of him and find the other one.

"Whoosh!"

The mutated goblin's wooden club slammed down on Kroya, confident that it could smash the head of a stone statue even if it were standing in front of it.