This adventurer is overly righteous.

By the next day, Kroya's body had largely recovered its mobility and he was able to walk normally, although he could not engage in strenuous exercise. Kroya and Logan decided not to stay in the cave for long, as the Steel Swamp Dragon's corpse had begun to decompose.

Following Kroya's directions, the two arrived at Roslet's house and knocked on the door. Roslet happened to be home, sharpening his hunting arrows. Upon seeing Kroya, he was both delighted and worried, as all of Roslet's armor had disappeared, his clothes were thin, and he looked weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Shall I take you back to White Rock Town?" Roslet led Kroya into the house and provided him with clothes. As for Logan, the strange goblin, he was treated warmly out of respect for Kroya. "Of course, no problem. But Mr. Kroya, what exactly happened to you?"

The goblin hunting mission has ended, and under the control of the Adventurers' Guild, the number of goblins has been reduced to a level even lower than before.

Roslett didn't know what could have made Kroya so disheveled. He had personally witnessed the man move freely among about twenty goblins, while the large, dangerous goblin colonies had been completely wiped out. In the wilderness, there was no match for Kroya.

"That's a long story." Kroya put on warm clothes, looking much more presentable, and also tidied his clothes so he wouldn't look like a vagrant. "We explored the underground, and there are more than three hundred goblins gathered there. We need to hurry back and pass the information to the Adventurers' Guild."

"Three hundred!"

This number truly terrified Roslet. He couldn't help but think of the scene of three hundred goblins swarming out and wiping out a village. While feeling fear, he also developed more respect and admiration for Kroya.

The other party disappeared in the wilderness for a month, presumably to investigate this enormous goblin lair. It must have been a perilous adventure; their return must have been grueling...

Roslett could also imagine why the other party did this, after all, Kroya had always shown a sublimity that could only be seen in him.

He is truly a hero!

"Let's get going without delay," Roslett said decisively, while calling to his companions. The three hunters escorted Kroya and Logan back to White Rock Town. The journey was uneventful, allowing Kroya and Logan to relax.

In the wilderness, people often need to be vigilant at all times to deal with various unexpected situations. To truly relax, they need reassuring companions, which is difficult for adventurers who are driven by greed.

However, Kroya is an anomaly among adventurers; he has friends he can trust.

"Thank you so much."

Upon arriving in White Rock Town, Kroya thanked the hunters, while Logan quickly went to the Adventurers' Guild to report the news.

"I hope we can hunt together next time."

Roslett, along with the other two hunters, bid farewell to Kroya with a sincere and earnest tone. Kroya swore an oath to them that he would never betray their friendship.

"rest..."

Without taking a hot shower or taking stock of his spoils, Croya went straight back to his cabin, lay down on his bed, and began to rest. He was so tired, so very tired. He had fought, he had fled, he had saved people. He felt fulfilled inside, but his body was exhausted. He didn't close his eyes for a long time to get a good night's sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Kroya fell asleep. No nightmares disturbed him, and the pain in his body gradually subsided. He slept very soundly, probably for a day and a night or even longer.

While Kroya was asleep, many things were happening.

Logan returned to the Adventurers' Guild and reported what he had seen and heard during his imprisonment. More than three hundred goblins existed underground, led by a vampire mage, who was suspected of plotting some kind of ritual underground. This important news quickly attracted attention. The Adventurers' Guild contacted three hero-level adventurers and used magic to pass the message on to the ruler of this area.

The magically created white dove swallowed the letter. It spread its wings and used the rising air currents to climb and glide, passing through the clouds. The earth flew backward at an extremely fast speed, and a castle appeared on the horizon. The white dove flew into it, stood by the window, and tapped the glass with its red beak. The window was opened, and it was caught in the dove's hand.

The nobleman in charge of the Misty Forest and its surrounding areas, a man holding the title of Earl, took the letter from the beak of a white dove. After completing its task, the white dove disappeared from the spot, turning into countless specks of light.

Reginald, the young ruler of this land, carefully read the contents of the letter, a look of interest on his face, and began to put on his armor and call for his servants.

"Lord Reginald, you have many official duties to attend to. If it's about eliminating monsters, you could send your heroes instead of going yourself..."

"I'm fed up." Reginald put on his helmet and said seriously, "I need you to gather fifty elite riders and a mage. We'll be back soon."

  

"This is not doing your job properly; your sister will be angry..."

"So I'll be back soon," Reginald said slyly. "Don't tell her before she finds out. Okay, don't stop me."

The young count rode to the head of the group, followed by fully armed soldiers. They swept across the fields, heading towards the location indicated on the letter, and then met up with the members of the Adventurers' Guild.

They set out at dusk and arrived in broad daylight; the magician had cast a spell that made the horses run tirelessly.

"Heroes, I am Reginald, and I have gathered here with you for the same purpose." Reginald needed no further introduction; his name and the soldiers he brought with him spoke for themselves—he was the ruler of this land. "We will wipe out all evil from the kingdom's soil!"

A hero is someone who transcends ordinary people. Those who can become hero-level adventurers all possess extraordinary qualities. Reginald looked around at the members of the Adventurers' Guild. He knew the reputation and background of three heroes among them. From left to right, they were a half-elf, a half-orc, and a dwarf giant of pure blood.

E+ level attributes are the limit for most humans, and only a very small number of exceptional individuals can break through it. Therefore, most adventurers who become heroes possess extraordinary bloodlines, and the power derived from their bloodlines allows them to break free from limitations and wield even greater power.

In addition, there were mages sent by the Adventurers' Guild and priests sent by the Liaison Church. After confirming that the enemy included vampires who could use magic, they had to be cautious.

Crush it completely with absolute force!

There was one more person, short in stature, who didn't look like a hero at all, and whose skin was purple; he was a goblin.

That was Logan; as the intelligence provider, he should have been present.