I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 120 Fighting
The Dexterity Gloves can increase Agility to 19, and the +2 Constitution belt he wears increases his Constitution to 18. The Barbarian's natural defense means that even if he runs naked, he will have 18 points of defense bonus. With the +3 Defense Bracers, it reaches a total of 21, and with the Devout Shield, it reaches a terrifying 23.

A normal full-body steel plate armor would only provide a defense bonus of 18.

It can be said that as long as he is not hit in vulnerable areas such as the eyes, and is wary of blunt force from heavy weapons, he can single-handedly carry out a bloodbath on the entire camp like a true barbarian.

That's how he took down that goblin gang last week, in less than 5 minutes, including the chase and looting.

Of course, trolls were a bit more troublesome. These large monsters, with strength and constitution as high as 23, actually had some blood ties with giants. Their strong bodies and ability to regenerate severed limbs made them a nightmare for low-level adventure teams. After accepting the mission in the morning, DuPont tried to simulate combat in the training ground. If he did not use fire or acid magic to destroy the troll's regenerative ability, it would take him almost three minutes to make the troll exhausted due to excessive blood loss by bleeding it out. He then fought for another half minute before finding an opportunity to behead it with a single sword strike.

However, their almost superhuman healing ability will be rendered ineffective if their skin is burned by flames or acid. DuPont shared this information and handed a pale yellow glass bottle to the paladin: "By the way, if the chest is burned, it won't affect the healing of their backs. It's best to just cut off their heads, then smash the blazing glue into their necks to kill them."

“No need for all that trouble.” Deva said, taking out a two-handed greatsword from her spatial bag. A blood-red gem gleamed on the hilt. “This sword is called Passion. It’s imbued with Flame Burst and the ability to ward off evil. I remember Mother saying that the added fire damage is even more powerful than the fire arrows an apprentice can fire.”

DuPont remained silent after hearing this, while the wandering knight beside him stared wide-eyed. However, when DuPont looked at him, he suddenly realized what was happening and greeted him, "Bosses, I'm going back to see that old man. Please be careful."

DuPont nodded after hearing this and tossed over a 200-silver purse that he had prepared beforehand: "This is your and the driver's wages. Remember to do it as soon as possible. He's just an ordinary person and he must be quite panicked being alone in the wilderness."

"Don't worry, boss, going downhill is much faster than going uphill." The ranger took the bulging money bag and stuffed it into his waistband. The money bag disappeared instantly. At that moment, his expression stiffened a little, but the mage and paladin didn't seem to notice anything and had already moved forward.

The ranger breathed a sigh of relief and quickly disappeared. After the two had separated by 30 meters, the paladin couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "DuPont, why did you give them the money first? Many people here don't keep their promises. If you give them all the money first, they can easily run away."

"Don't worry, this guy looks like an honest man to me. He wouldn't abandon his teammates and run away with the money." DuPont said, touching the paladin's greatsword, the sharp blade instantly gleaming. "Alright, when we enter the cave, you draw their fire in front, and I'll finish them off from behind. Let's try to finish the battle within half an hour, then collect the loot and head down the mountain before dark."

Looking at the sword blade enchanted with light, even the usually oblivious paladin was speechless: "This, this isn't a good idea, isn't it? Won't we be discovered by the enemy?"

"We were spotted when we fired. The truth is, we should hold the terrain and wait for them to come and kill us. Otherwise, what if we go straight in and get ambushed in a wide open space?" DuPont said, taking out a bottle of kerosene. "Let's go. Remember to check where the traps are. Don't break your foot as soon as you go in."

"Oh, okay." The paladin slung his greatsword over his shoulder and took out a spear. "Alright, let's go."

It seems the paladin's church has taught a lot of useful things for actual combat. DuPont followed behind the other party and walked into the dark cave together.

Goblins are clearly not very hygienic creatures; bones and garbage are scattered everywhere near the cave, and a strong stench makes the paladin put on his helmet before he can finally breathe a sigh of relief: "Stay close to me and remember to step on the path I've walked."

The paladin, spear in hand, took a step and poked three times to ensure each step was firmly planted on solid ground. After walking 10 meters, he heard a snapping sound behind him, which made Deva's heart leap into her throat. When she turned around, she found that DuPont had set up a trap in the first shadowy spot at the entrance.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"The goblins are sending food out. According to intelligence, there are only bear goblins and trolls here. The former won't leave their goblin servants who can be bullied. So the rest are most likely trolls who don't live here because of their personalities. They may live outside or in other caves. Setting a trap can delay their attack and prevent us from being attacked from both sides without our knowledge."

"I see. Then you can plant a few more." After saying that, the paladin continued to explore. About 20 meters later, the cave appeared around a corner, and her mind immediately tensed up.

These kinds of places are most likely to be ambushes.

Listening intently, there was no noticeable breathing within a dozen meters. The paladin crouched low and rounded the corner, continuing to probe with his spear. Three meters later, a sickening metallic clang echoed from the spearhead.

With a downward flick, a tremendous force struck the spear, revealing it to be a trap similar to the one DuPont had, its grip so deep that it was impossible to shake off.

"These despicable bastards are really annoying." The paladin muttered in dissatisfaction, but unexpectedly, he suddenly heard several strange gusts of wind ahead.

Long-term training made the paladin reflexively pull out a shield from her spatial bag, but because of her plate armor, the arrows were already in front of her before she could protect herself.

The rusty arrows struck the paladin's body, making a clanging sound, but they didn't even leave a mark.

"It's a tin can!" A piercing, panicked voice echoed from inside the cave: "Run! It's a tin can!"

The enemy retreated in panic, and the paladin couldn't help but feel a little excited. However, she did not chase after the fleeing goblins. Instead, she broke off the trap on her spear and threw it away, continuing to explore the way.

Sure enough, after walking less than five steps, there was another insidious animal trap, and next to the iron trap was a pit trap roughly covered with animal hides and garbage.

Deva thought that such a crude trap could only be stepped on by someone who couldn't see it. She used her spear to knock down the covering, revealing a trap about three feet long and wide; one could easily walk around it without jumping over it. She took a candle from her storage pouch, rubbed it against the blade, and the candle instantly lit. The faint light illuminated the large pit that had been lit. The paladin turned around and said, "DuPont, watch out! There's a pit here, DuPont??"

The monk's figure disappeared.

This made Deva a little panicked. She hadn't heard any monster attacks from behind along the way, so how could the DuPont people have suddenly disappeared?
“Don’t worry, I’m behind you.” DuPont said, pulling up his cloak, the black robe slightly blurred. “I can’t just show up in the open and become a target for those goblins with darkvision. This way I can better counter-ambush them and catch them off guard.”

"Oh, oh." The paladin felt a little relieved after hearing this and walked forward along the wall, but as soon as he took a step, a large number of arrows came flying at him again, and a dozen pairs of malicious eyes came from the shadows ahead.

It seems that the other party's inner hall is just ahead, Deva thought.

The goblin's arrows weren't very accurate, but being unable to retaliate only annoyed Deva. She took out her light crossbow to try and fight back, but as a paladin, her light crossbow skills were only good enough to hit stationary targets, and the goblin easily dodged her.

Putting away her crossbow, the paladin raised her shield and moved forward, her spear still probing. The journey of less than 30 meters was exceptionally difficult; the numerous traps made her somewhat irritable. She couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Dupont, do you know how to cast Fireball?"

“Where would a level 4 mage get a fireball spell? But now’s not the time to use a scroll. It’s better to wait until these guys are more grouped together.” DuPont said, his ears twitching. “Wait, the trap behind us has been triggered. I’m going to check it out. You stay here and guard this pit to keep them from coming over. If it’s a troll, I’ll be right back.”

"Ah."

The paladin responded, but a piercing howl suddenly erupted from within the cave. Instinctively, the paladin raised his shield to protect his chest, but a blinding white light illuminated the dark cave. The sudden burst of dazzling light made the paladin's hair stand on end.

Lightning bolt!
A powerful electric current pierced through the paladin's body. Even with the resistance necklace, it still caused Deva a sharp pain, and her shield fell to the ground.

How could a goblin camp that is only considered a medium-sized one have a goblin shaman who can use lightning bolts?

Before she could think any further, a bloody wind was already blowing from ahead. Deva cast a Holy Heal on herself and then drew her sword to meet the enemy. However, before she could thrust her greatsword, a rapidly spinning magical dagger flashed through the air, instantly slicing the two leaping goblins into pieces.

“You stay here and use this terrain to fight off the enemy.” DuPont’s voice came from around the corner: “People are coming from behind. I have to go and snipe them. If you can’t hold on, retreat.”

Deva responded, but before she could take two steps away, the dagger cloud that had been blocking the goblins suddenly vanished into thin air.

Deva was shocked. DuPont would definitely not actively dispel the spell that had given them a terrain advantage. Its sudden disappearance meant either the enemy shaman had a third-circle spell to dispel the spell, or he was injured, causing his spellcasting focus to be interrupted.

The probability of a goblin being able to dispel magic is very low; it's more likely the latter.

The thought that DuPont might be in danger made Deva anxious, but just as she was about to go to the back to check, the goblin's frantic shouts came from the front again.

A group of goblins carrying shields and large wooden planks had arrived.

As the plank came hurtling towards her, Deva instinctively dodged backward, but the plank landed right on the pit, instantly negating her previous advantageous position.

"You damned bastards!" Whether it was anger or frustration, the paladin under the helmet felt her blood boil. She roared but stopped retreating. Instead, she used both hands to wield her sword and cleaved the fastest bear goblin, who was wielding a long sword, in two, armor and all.

The scorching flames ignited the hair on the corpse, instantly making the cave even more foul-smelling. Such a fierce attack left the previously aggressive goblins dumbfounded.

The fastest bear goblin is naturally the strongest warrior, but it was killed with a single sword strike right away. How can we fight this battle?
Deva, however, was relentless. Her four-foot-long sword instantly pierced through the goblin behind her, leaving only the goblin holding an iron shield to the side unharmed.

However, the morale of the bear goblins was also somewhat broken. How many lives would it take to kill such a powerful opponent?

Could they even be piled up to death?

But just as morale was crumbling, a complex yet stirring incantation rang out in the cave. The next second, all the goblins' eyes turned bloodshot and they showed no further hesitation. Led by the equally frenzied bear goblin, the group of small green monsters swarmed forward.

Third Ring Control Spell: Berserk

(End of this chapter)