This adventurer is overly righteous.

"Hurry up!"

The adventurers' urging voices echoed across the wilderness as a five-person adventurer team climbed over a slope. If the information provided by the Adventurers' Guild was accurate and they hadn't gone astray, there was a medium-sized goblin camp in the direction the team was heading.

Goblin extermination missions are an extremely rare opportunity for lower-level adventurers, who can earn a large sum of money from the stingy adventurer guild by hunting goblins.

They just have to get ahead of everyone else; speed is very important.

Once the group reached a high point, they looked in the direction of their target and indeed saw a simple yet barbaric camp. Judging from the architectural style alone, it was clear that the camp had been built by goblins.

"wrong......"

The adventurer in the lead seemed to be the leader of the group of five. In fact, he was a seasoned adventurer with excellent leadership skills, and he sensed something was amiss.

"There don't seem to be any goblins around inside."

So he gestured for his four temporary companions behind him to stop, and they lay prone in the grass, waiting for a long time.

The camp was deathly silent; not a single goblin could be seen moving about.

"Damn it, someone beat us to it."

The adventurers cursed under their breath as they walked angrily toward the goblin camp to conduct a final inspection.

The Adventurers' Guild allows adventurers to compete freely in extermination missions, which is to be expected. Although an adventurer can only be responsible for one goblin camp at a time, they can still preemptively hunt other adventurers' targets by memorizing other marked locations on the map.

"They moved way too fast."

Although they had prepared themselves mentally well in advance, this was the first goblin camp they were supposed to clear, and the setback dealt a heavy blow to the entire squad.

As they approached the camp, a rotten, foul odor wafted on the wind into the group's nostrils, causing the adventurers to feel physically uncomfortable and involuntarily frown slightly.

As far as the eye could see, goblin corpses lay scattered throughout the camp. Flies hovered in the air, buzzing disturbingly, occasionally landing on the wounds where the goblins had been neatly cut open, their internal organs spilling out.

  

The goblin blood, which had a strong, foul stench, had turned black and congealed on the ground, but it still had a nauseatingly sticky feel when you stepped on it.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone present was an adventurer who had fought monsters and truly seen blood, they probably would have already screamed and left.

"That's impressive."

Most goblins have only one wound, and the cut is extremely neat, which means that they were killed by the enemy with a single blow.

"That person is definitely a master swordsman, and his martial arts level is definitely above e-."

The adventurer in the leader's position examined the goblin's wounds and made a preliminary judgment in his mind.

This was a necessary action, because it wasn't just adventurers who tried to wipe out goblin camps in the wilderness; the monsters themselves weren't united either, and it was possible that some powerful monster had passed by and killed all of these goblins.

But now it seems that it was definitely humans who killed these goblins.

"And an arrow wound?"

He examined the corpse of a mutated goblin, which was more intact than the others of its kind that had been cut into several pieces. There was only a fist-sized hole in its chest, through which he could see what was on the other side of the corpse.

He also noticed some wood chips and fragments of feathers among them.

"The arrows fired could possess such power..."

This means that at least two elite adventurers killed these goblins.

If they were to clash head-on with these two adventurers, their small team of five would be no match for them.

"Let's go, to the next goblin camp."

As the leader, the adventurer gave his worried instructions.

"However, you must be careful. There are very powerful adventurers around here, and we must not get into a conflict with them."

The five-person team left the place with some reluctance and a lot of doubts in their hearts.

Two elite adventurers teamed up to participate in a goblin extermination mission.

For most low-level adventurers, this mission is incredibly tempting, but given the earning power of elite adventurers, the amount of money from the Adventurers' Guild is not enough to entice them to join forces.

At most, someone like Salis could lead an entire squad by themselves, and if managed properly, they could earn enough money to satisfy their needs.

However, they could not fathom the thoughts of elite adventurers; all they could do was try to scavenge for scraps before all the goblins in the area were wiped out.

......

"Look, I think these are sheep from your village."

Meanwhile, not far away on the other side, Croya was leading a flock of sheep with a straw rope, delivering them to their original owner.

Goblins rarely dare to attack human villages unless a dangerous entity like a super-sized mutated goblin is born there. However, they do have cunning tricks up their sleeves and can abduct villagers' livestock, or even steal their tools and money.

For the villagers, this is also a considerable financial loss.

Nothing is more delightful than something lost and found again. The villagers stared at Kroya in astonishment, some speechless.

The other party appeared to be an adventurer, but in their minds, no adventurer would do such a thing; these animals should be slaughtered and eaten as spoils of war.

Such behavior is understandable, after all, the adventurers helped eliminate the goblins, so we can't ask too much of them...

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving." Kroya watched as the villagers grabbed the straw rope, nodded slightly, and then disappeared into the wilderness.

[You brought back the livestock that had been kidnapped by the goblins for the villagers; such a good deed deserves praise.]

[Charm slightly increased]

"This is simply a heroic act!"

Such voices only emerged among the villagers after Kroya had completely disappeared.

Indeed, the other party is not an adventurer, but a hero, a white-clad hero.

Clearing out the goblin's lair proved his strength, while bringing the sheep back to the village proved his virtue. Since he possessed both strength and virtue, he was the hero sung about by those bards!

If Croa heard these words, he would probably want to rush up and cover the villagers' mouths.

The title of hero is not something easily earned. Kroya did not believe he possessed such martial prowess; he considered himself merely an ordinary adventurer.

As for virtue...

He wasn't entirely sure himself, but since there was a reward for doing good deeds, he would do it.

That's all, I guess.