Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

March 7th complained about him.

"I'm young at heart, too. Don't think I'm some old-fashioned antique; I'm still keeping up with the times."

"Then do you know what an idol is? There are handshake events and live performances! Have you ever held one?"

“…No, that’s not the case.”

"Wendy doesn't look that young now, hahaha!"

When March 7 teased Wendy, he could only raise his hand as if admitting defeat, and then urged her to catch up with the person in front.

"Alright, alright. If you keep laughing I'll be so embarrassed I'll crawl into the ground. Let's catch up with everyone first—"

Although this topic was a bit self-defeating, Wendy could feel some of the warmth of her past adventures with her friends in Beloberg from this seemingly boring and trivial bickering.

...Hey, after this adventure is over, why don't we go back and take a look?

However, these are all stories that happened after this pioneering journey.

After completing preparations in the afternoon, everyone set out from the main city gate and headed to the dense border forest recorded in the commission to investigate the situation.

at the same time.

Somewhere in a dark cave, a group of people in black robes were muttering to themselves, and the young girl who was tied up as a sacrifice could only stare wide-eyed in horror, and then watched the blood-red magic circle engraved on the ground constantly spinning. A chaotic whisper that seemed to come from the abyss made her lose her mind.

The last thing she saw was an eyeball big enough to fill the entire cave squeezed out from the narrow magic circle, and then bloody tentacles pierced the cultist's flesh. With a horrifying sucking sound, only shriveled human skin torsos remained in the cave.

Those who do not pray, this is what comes.

Chapter 124 Goblin! Goblin!

--Ruined.

The peasant scout who was running around in the dark cave thought so.

He is a member of the guild's intelligence department. Adventure commissions that require advance reconnaissance of terrain and enemy intelligence are mostly handled by specialists like them, just like the difficulty of adventures varies from subduing goblins to subduing dragons.

Strictly speaking, the mission that the Puren scouts accepted this time was not as difficult as defeating a dragon, but its severity was no less than that.

He was commissioned by the guild to explore the traces of the evil cult and was required to ensure that reliable intelligence could be transmitted back in a timely manner. This was what he had to do.

As for what happened afterwards, it was none of his business. He just had to watch the battle as a witness and then report the information back to the guild.

He had actually experienced one or two dangerous missions like this one in his career, and he had basically survived to the end by relying on the unique talents of his race and the indispensable luck.

But this time—

"No one ever told me that these scumbags could actually summon followers of that level!"

The Puren scout could feel his heart beating wildly, and his consciousness seemed to be slipping towards impatience and irritability.

These flaws, which only appear in novice adventurers, kept reappearing in him, and it was even extremely difficult for him to realize this.

My mental state is definitely polluted.

Because he witnessed the summons of the Chaos Minions, his sanity was eroded, and he could only hide like a rat in a sewer ditch throughout the whole process, not daring to make any sound.

Overlapping phantoms began to appear in his vision, seeming real and unreal, and his steps became unsteady.

"No, we must escape before that monster finds us..."

He kept muttering to himself.

This is not a sign of unprofessionalism on his part, but rather that he needs to rely on talking to himself to maintain his sanity and clarify his goals.

Otherwise, he would gradually lose himself in this state of sanity being eroded until he was caught up by the monster and sucked dry.

Fortunately, his persistence was meaningful. A ray of light finally appeared in the originally dark vision. The Puren scout quickened his pace excitedly. However, what greeted him was not the warm sunshine, but a rough, hard, thick and smelly body.

boom--

The Puren scout was bounced back by the recoil of his body and sat down on the ground, and he subconsciously looked at the thing blocking him.

"...Brother, Goblin?"

What appeared in his sight was a goblin atavism individual called "Big Guy" or "Bodyguard" by adventurers.

His skin was an ugly toad green, his body covered with tiny bumps, and he was so sturdy that he was three or four times the size of an ordinary individual. His body was covered with muscles, and his head, covered with fine beard and hair, was slightly tilted, and his goat-like eyes stared at him emotionlessly.

That look was like looking at a dish that was not even enough to fill the stomach.

The Orc scout got up from the ground almost immediately, and then the place where he was sitting was hit by the big goblin's heavy fist, and stones flew everywhere. It looked at the Orc scout in surprise, who was obviously in poor condition but still managed to dodge.

Not only did he react quickly, he even took out the alchemy potion hanging around his waist and threw it over here.

As the glass bottle of alchemical potion shattered, a strong pungent smell instantly spread. The goblin's enhanced olfactory system was suddenly hit hard, his face twisted into a ball, and his movements, which had seemed easy before, became violent and wide.

This also gave the Pu people scout a chance to survive. Relying on the advantage of his small stature, he successfully escaped from the cave when the enemy attacked. The fresh air and warm sunshine outside refreshed him.

"Success! Now all I have to do is speed up and find my familiar escape route..."

instigate--

A sound of breaking through the air came from behind his head, followed by a buzzing feeling in his head. The pain was even forcibly suppressed in the first moment. He could only see half of the attacker's figure in his bloodshot eyes.

"Jie Jie!"

There stood a little goblin, only slightly shorter than him, holding a simple slingshot in his hand and laughing loudly and shrilly.

'Why are there so many goblins here?'

This question was not answered, and a goblin wearing shaman's clothes and with his face hidden under sewn leather products appeared in the upper half of the field of vision of the Orc scout.

Its long, pointed nose hidden under the fur hat almost touched his forehead, and then a hand stained with the smell of strange herbs reached out to his face.

"You can't pass out here, or you'll die!"

When the Puren scout tried to struggle, the shaman stopped in dissatisfaction, raised the bone staff in his hand, and hit him hard on the side of the face.

The "pop" sound became the prelude to the desire of these little devils to wreak havoc. In the confused consciousness of the Orc scout, he saw a large group of goblins swarming up, each holding a weapon in his hand, and he was about to die here.

A gentle yet strong chanting voice sounded from the other side.

"Merciful Earth Mother, please use your vast land to protect us, the fragile ones—Holy Wall Protection!"

A thin layer of holy wall instantly formed on his body, and the goblins' attacks fell on it at this time, constantly splashing light fragments. However, these attacks were all firmly blocked, successfully protecting the human scouts below.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a female adventurer wearing a priest's robe and a jade nameplate around her neck.

She was accompanied by several fellow adventurers, who seemed to be the team mentioned in the guild earlier that would come to provide reinforcements.

"I'm saved..."

As soon as this thought arose, the Pu people scout fell into coma.

After discovering that he had fainted, Mimiya, the fastest member of the team, immediately drew her bow and aimed at the goblins closest to him. With a "clang" sound of the bowstring buzzing, several arrows flew out.

Each arrow accurately hit the ferocious face of the attacking little ghost, and even shot through them.

"Zariyus! I'll leave that big guy to you!"

When Mimiya drew her bow again and prepared to shoot, her hawk-like eyes confirmed that another burly figure was rushing towards her.

The big goblin who was blocking the cave entrance earlier had heard the noise outside and ran out in a hurry. After discovering the team of adventurers with obvious equipment, his speed increased even more.

These big goblins are usually the ones that escaped after their nests were destroyed. Only a very small number of them are naturally atavistic goblins. But no matter what kind of goblin they are, their hatred for adventurers is deeply engraved in their genes.

After the roar, he was greeted by Zariyus's calm and composed chanting.

"The hooked wings of the Velociraptor, split, soar, hunt!"

As his chanting ended, a piece of armor shaped like a dragon scale disappeared, and was replaced by a medium-length scimitar shaped like a Velociraptor claw. After summoning the weapon, Zarius charged straight towards the big goblin.

His profession was a Lizardman priest, and he did know a few spells. However, these were stripped away after he left the group, which was why his adventurer rank dropped from Silver. Now, all he could use was his summoned weapon, the Velociraptor Claw, and the power of the Ancestral Dragon (which strengthened his body and allowed him to breathe fire).

After engaging the Goblin, the Velociraptor Claw quickly demonstrated its uniqueness as a weapon.

Sharp enough to easily tear through the goblin's thick layer of fat and cut its muscles!

Zarius let out a ferocious roar and used his Velociraptor claws to slash the big goblin all over his body in just two or three rounds.

As an atavistic individual, the Big Goblin can pose a great threat to most adventurers below the Silver level, but that is only based on the fact that neither side has weapons.

Although the big goblin's body has been greatly strengthened, its essence is still not strong enough to ignore swords and knives. If its flaws are caught, it can be easily killed.

As a seasoned adventurer, Zarius naturally had no lack of experience in fighting enemies. When the big goblin was affected by the shaman's screams, he immediately jumped up with his strong jumping ability, and relied on the weight brought by his strong body to easily send the Velociraptor claw in his hand into the big goblin's head.

It was like a cloth ball filled with rotten flesh being pierced. The next second, a large amount of fishy and sticky blood gushed out from the wound, and the big goblin also let out a desperate wail.

The goblin imps, who were already stunned by the sudden attack, immediately scattered after discovering that their tribal leader and bodyguards were dead.

They had attacked the adventurers before, but they were all easily killed by the man with a gun and the woman in a wizard's robe wielding a baseball bat.

Dan Heng remained calm in the face of this kind of killing, but Xing was different. Her expression was a little heavy. It was not that she was as virtuous as the little priest, but she simply hated the feeling of smashing a creature's head.

Especially because the force was too great at the beginning, some goblin heads were smashed on the spot, and some brains splashed on her face. The feeling of disgust was self-evident.

March Seventh stood behind the few people, feeling somewhat unbearable. Her face was pale, but her attacking movements did not change. The goblins hit by her ice arrows would turn into ice sculptures and fall to the ground with strange cries, or break into several pieces on the spot, or be trampled to death by their companions.

Wendy kept an eye on the developments on the battlefield, and occasionally sent a breeze to blow away the blood and oil that had stained her companions' weapons.

Especially when he found that Xing seemed to have mysophobia, he also unfolded a subtle Thousand Winds Barrier on his companions, with the invisible wind acting as a barrier on the surface of the body that did not hinder movement, and the splattered blood and flesh no longer affected everyone.

This sudden battle lasted only a short while before the goblins were defeated.

Not a single goblin escaped. The ground was littered with the corpses of various goblins, and the blood had stained the earth, making it difficult for people to feel happy.

If Wendy hadn't been controlling the wind to disperse the smell, the stench here would probably be several times stronger than that in a slaughterhouse.

"...Huh, finally solved it. My bow hand is so sore."

After Mimiya fired a series of arrows, she immediately set her sights on the goblin shaman who could cast spells.

Compared to the Big Goblin's physical enhancement, this type of goblin's spellcaster focuses more on wisdom, which is enough to support its use of some simple strategies and some magic.

Its magical power is much stronger than many white porcelain-level magicians. If it is not dealt with immediately, the goblins will obey its orders and the trouble will increase greatly.

Fortunately, the shaman's physical enhancement level is very low, only slightly better than that of an ordinary goblin.

For an archer like her, she only needs to seize the opportunity and there is basically no possibility of being dodged and attacked.

"But why are there so many goblins here?"

Fina stopped the holy wall protection she had been maintaining, otherwise the human scout lying on the ground would most likely be killed by the goblin group.

Now that the holy wall was lifted, she hurriedly performed the miracle of "minor healing" on the injured Gardener scout.

The wound on the back of his head was gradually healing, forming a bloody scab. It looked like if he was taken home to recuperate for a while, he should be able to move again.

"I don't know. Perhaps it's a group of goblins that happened to migrate here."

As a former tribal priest of the Lizardmen, Zariyus knew a little about the habits of goblins. They usually moved in groups and found suitable places to build nests and develop.

Even if their nest is destroyed, they will find a new group to join. A group like this that has both shamans and big guys is actually very dangerous.

At least for most adventurers below the silver level, it would be difficult to gain any advantage once they launched a group attack. This time, they completely took advantage of the terrain, and their attacks could not be carried out in the darkness of the cave.

Like the Pu people scout lying on the ground now, he was probably careless and didn't notice them, so he was surrounded and beaten.

After briefly checking his injuries and identification, Zariyus spoke again, "He's an intelligence officer for the guild. We'd better take him back and ask about the situation inside."

It is a big taboo to enter a cave without knowing the situation without permission.

Because the terrain of the cave is complex, you never know from which dark corner the monsters will suddenly jump out. This can easily lead to encountering strong enemies in the front and being attacked from the back, leaving you stuck in the middle with no way to escape.

"What do you think, my Lords?"

However, Zarius also believed that the "Brave Team" that had the ability to defeat the trolls and demon generals was not afraid of any risks.

Therefore, the decision of whether to advance or retreat naturally needs to be handed over to them.

In response, the pioneers also held their first adventure meeting.

Chapter 125 Why become an adventurer?

"Speaking of which, why do you all become adventurers?"

Because the rescued Pu people scout had not woken up yet, the meeting lacked the necessary reference information, so they set up camp at a distance from the cave.

At night, everyone gathered around the campfire. Fina, sitting on a stone pier, started talking, her bright eyes staring at everyone in the train crew.