Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 2 Raid
Xia Nan is a farmer, and dealing with the golden wheat in the fields is his job.

Those so-called "adventures" that often only appear in the mouths of bards and village uncles may never be related to him in his life.

But at this moment, being able to be a member of the "rotten fish and shrimp" team and sitting in this simple camp, Xia Nan naturally has his strengths.

According to the memories left by his predecessor, the incident can be traced back to five years ago, when he was thirteen years old.

At that time, a down-and-out bard once stayed at my predecessor's house.

In addition to performing magic tricks in front of the children in the village, it opened the door to the fantasy world for young Xia Nan.

Thanks to his mother's stingy character, she was well-known in the area.

When the bard left the village, he had to leave a page of his skill book to their family.

Actually, it is a bit of a stretch to call it a "book".

In terms of appearance, it is actually just half a page of paper with some training techniques recorded on it.

But no matter what, it was once a part of a real professional skills book.

The whole family felt like they had found a treasure.

Even the youngest daughter in the family, Beatrice, who was only seven years old at the time, practiced for a while.

It's a pity that perhaps that half page of the skill book was just a piece of waste paper scribbled by the bard to escape, or perhaps no one in their family has any talent related to it.

More than half a year has passed, and no one has made any significant progress.

In addition, the king increased taxes and the farming work was busy, so the matter was left unresolved.

It was also because his previous incarnation was straightforward, and the tricks performed by the bard left too deep an impression on him.

So even during the autumn harvest when he was so busy that he could not straighten his back, after a whole day of hard work, he would still stand on the ridge of the field, almost collapsing from exhaustion, and swing the crude wooden sword that he had spent three days planing at the straw.

Just like this, day after day, year after year, countless wooden swords were broken.

I don’t know where this boy from the field got the perseverance from. He didn’t even rest for a day. It was as if swinging the sword had become a part of his life.

Finally, one afternoon three months ago.

When Xia Nan was standing on the ridge of a field near his home, swinging his wooden sword at the scarecrow he had made, just like he had done thousands of days and nights before.

It was a wonderful feeling he had never experienced before.

An inexplicable force suddenly emerged from his legs that were firmly rooted in the mud, and he moved all the way upwards.

The waist, chest, abdomen, arms... and finally passed through the fingertips to the wooden sword in the hand.

It was as if all the strength and mind in the body were twisted into one piece in an instant and poured out in an instant.

hum-

The broken wooden sword flew to the ground, and tiny, messy grass debris fluttered in the air.

The scarecrow, split in two, slowly fell down.

The incision is neat.

【Spin Slash】

At that moment, Xia Nan knew its name.

……

Xia Nan has completely mastered the skills that only a "Knight Master" can use.

The subsequent development of things was a natural progression.

An ordinary farmer's family whose total assets consisted of only a mill and a few small fields.

Raised three sons and a little daughter.

The eldest and the second oldest are just at the age to start a family and a career.

Naturally, the struggle for the inheritance of the pitifully small family property began, both openly and covertly.

From the distribution of the benefits of the mill's output to the use time of the kitchen stove...

All kinds of nonsense quarrels and disputes filled almost every inch of the air in the cabin.

Seeing his two respected brothers arguing over a candle made his predecessor, who had just reached adulthood, feel deeply suspicious.

I also thought that in two years, when I would be old enough to start a family, this kind of thing would happen to him again.

Xia Nan couldn't help but feel like giving up.

It happened that he had learned the professional skill [Spin Slash], and was driven by the recklessness and willfulness typical of young people.

The predecessor registered his name in the Adventurer's Association in a nearby town, and then joined the "Smelly Fish and Shrimp" team.

Thinking back to his previous reckless behavior, Xia Nan couldn't help but sigh.

When he traveled to this world, his predecessor was already in the team.

By the time he had absorbed the memories in a daze and realized what he was doing, he had already entered the misty forest with the team, and there was no chance to regret.

Things have come to this point, complaining will only add to internal friction.

Lowering his head, he wiped the blade on his knee with the cotton cloth.

Speaking of which, although the two elder brothers of this body were deeply involved in the family property dispute, they were very kind to their younger brother.

This one-handed sword was bought for him by his two brothers using their savings.

My predecessor cherished it very much and maintained it frequently.

So even though it has reached the age of being scrapped, the blade still maintains a considerable sharpness.

Perhaps, we can still survive a few tough battles?
"Hey, kid?"

Perhaps it was because of Xia Nan's long silence that Captain Maji mistakenly thought that he was too nervous, so he opened his mouth to comfort him:
"There's nothing to be afraid of, just a few goblins."

"Three or two of these things can't even beat the stray dogs in town."

Xia Nan didn't say anything, but just grinned at the hunter to indicate that he was fine.

nervous?

Of course there is.

After all, this was his first time going out on an adventure as an "adventurer".

The "glorious record" on the one-handed sword's attribute panel was left by the previous owners of the sword and has nothing to do with oneself.

The fact that this battle-hardened sword ended up in his hands might, to some extent, foreshadow the fate of its previous owners.

call--

A cool breeze brushed across the back of Xia Nan's neck, making him shiver.

Misty Forest is just like its name.

Even at noon when the sun is shining brightly, there is always a thin layer of mist in the air.

Not to mention that the sun has already set, the thin moonlight has almost merged with the fog, and visibility is extremely low.

Even sitting by the campfire, he could only barely make out the vague outlines of the surrounding weeds and bushes.

"Farm boy, first time in the Misty Forest?"

A voice with a hint of laughter sounded in my ears.

Looking over, he saw the dwarf Elki looking at him with a joking expression on his face on the other side of the camp, about five or six meters away.

"Have you been here many times?" Xia Nan nodded and replied.

"Of course!"

As if he had been waiting for him to say this, Elki's face suddenly became very happy.

"You don't know, I have a distant cousin who worked as a squire for an arcanist for two years. Tsk, he's a big shot who graduated from Hawthorne Royal Academy and registered with the Spellcaster Association!"

"Hey, you haven't even heard of Hawthorne Royal Academy? Let me tell you--"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Even though there was a bit of bragging, Xia Nan was still very interested in the topic of dwarfs.

Having just traveled to this world, anything involving supernatural powers has an extraordinary appeal to him.

However, at least today, he probably wouldn't be able to get any more information about the "Hawthorne Royal Academy".

Because just a second ago, Shanan saw with his own eyes a crooked wooden stick with many iron nails embedded in it, stirring the mist and poking out from the darkness behind Elki's head.

Then he swung it down violently, hitting the dwarf's face, which was full of joy and great interest.

The rusty red metal spikes instantly pierced through the fragile flesh on the side of the opponent's head.

Just like a watermelon that accidentally fell to the ground, the glaring blood mixed with some disgusting white thick liquid spurted out from the wound.

"Enemy attack!!!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)