My bloodline is so eager to improve.

"Forget about the church, there used to be a resident priest in the village, but that guy Lance drove him away."

Otto felt a little helpless when he thought of that lecherous man.

Since that priest left last time, no priest has been willing to come to Lot Village.

On his way back to Oak Town, he had hoped to find a priest willing to go to the village, but he didn't find a suitable one.

When we get back, the village chief will nag us for days.

But as he was thinking about the trivial matters after returning to the village, the prompt from the black cat that ferry souls suddenly echoed in his mind.

The black cat that ferry souls has detected the presence of goblins; their number is unknown, but their hostility is intense.

Otto paused slightly in his hand holding the wooden cup, and the casual look on his face vanished instantly.

He tilted his head back and drank the juice in the glass in one gulp, stood up, and casually drew the iron sword from his waist, the blade flashing a cold light in the firelight.

Thankfully, he didn't drink tonight.

Although it was just a trip back to rest, we still had to be vigilant in the wilderness.

"Tessa, keep an eye on the wolf girl and stay by the fire so she doesn't wander off."

I'm going out to take a look.

His tone was calm, without the slightest hint of panic, as if he were already used to such unexpected situations.

Tessa immediately realized that a monster was approaching. She nodded quickly, moved a stool and sat down next to the wolf girl's wooden frame, clutching the priest's badge tightly in her hand.

Although the wolf girl remained wary of her, this distance was just right so she couldn't bite her, making it relatively safe.

The firelight only illuminated a small area around the camp; the distant forest, shrouded in the heavy night, resembled a lurking beast, ready to pounce and devour everything at any moment.

The wind rustled through the leaves, mixed with the faint footsteps of creatures not belonging to the forest, and a deliberately suppressed chirping sound.

Immediately afterwards, the Moonlit Spirit Hound's prompt also appeared in my mind, carrying a cool and aloof quality.

[The Moonlit Hound warns you that the target is located thirty steps to your right, consisting of five creatures. One of them appears to have undergone an evolutionary mutation. Proceed with caution.]

Otto raised an eyebrow.

Goblins can mutate too?

He had only ever seen evolved kobolds before, and had never heard of goblins having special individual forms.

However, it makes sense when you think about it. If kobolds can evolve, there's no reason why goblins can't, since they are the most common monster race in the chaotic region.

Without further thought, he activated his spiritual eye.

A faint crimson mist emanated from him, almost invisible in the night, yet it clearly conveyed the surrounding activity to his senses.

Five auras were rapidly approaching, one of which was particularly thick and heavy, rushing straight towards him with a foul stench.

Without the slightest hesitation, Otto exerted force with his feet, and his body instantly lurched forward.

With full force, Cangyue Sudden Thrust filled the sword with a deep blue moonlight, enveloping him in a faint moonlight, like a cold light piercing the night as he thrust towards the charging figure.

The sword tip pierced the air, emitting a soft hum.

laugh!

The sound of the sword piercing flesh was clear and piercing, accompanied by a shrill scream, as the mutated individual at the forefront was stabbed through the chest by a sword.

Otto twisted his wrist, and the hilt of the sword twisted half a circle inside the opponent's chest, causing the cold moonlight to erupt instantly and shatter the beating heart.

The screams stopped abruptly, and the heavy body crashed to the ground with a thud, shaking the surrounding leaves.

Otto sheathed his sword and retreated, only able to make out the other person's appearance by the moonlight.

This goblin was a whole size bigger than a normal one. Normally, an adult goblin is about the height of a five-year-old human child, but this one was almost the height of an average adult male.

With broad shoulders and a muscular back, four thick fangs protruded from his lower jaw, sticking out of his mouth and covered in foul-smelling saliva, making him look particularly ferocious.

It was clutching a thick bone club in its hand, covered in dried, dark brown bloodstains, the stains of countless lives.

Even so, they were still no match for Otto.

He swung his sword to deflect the stone axes swung by two other ordinary goblins. The stone axes collided with the sword, scattering sparks. The two goblins were jolted back, their hands cracking.

Otto even had a casual review.

Is this what you call a warrior?

They don't even know the most basic way to exert force.

The remaining four ordinary goblins were stunned for a moment when they saw their leader killed in one move. Then they screamed and charged forward, brandishing their crude weapons.

They are agile, and taking advantage of their small size, they specialize in attacking the lower body, but in Otto's eyes, they are full of flaws.

Two creatures tried to sneak around and raid the camp, but Otto turned around and killed them with two moon-white sword energies, their bodies separated.

The other two were so frightened that they turned and ran, but he caught up with them in two steps and killed them one by one with his sword, swiftly and cleanly.

In a short while, four screams rang out in succession, and four small corpses appeared on the grass.

Chapter 139 The Possibility of Bloodlines (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Just as Otto sheathed his sword, the analysis results from the Magic Ape arrived.

[Obtain Goblin Warrior Bloodline Mark x1]

[Obtain 4 Normal Goblin Bloodline Marks]

"Goblin Warrior?"

Otto, recalling the battle just now, felt that the name was somewhat absurd.

But the Magic Ape offered an explanation.

This does not refer to current strength, but rather to the potential to learn combat techniques.

The Magic Ape spoke calmly, as if it had already noticed something was wrong.

The Demonic Ape explained that this was merely a newly evolved individual; its bones and muscles had just undergone metamorphosis, and it hadn't yet learned combat skills, making it naturally extremely weak.

[The Magic Ape believes that goblins have a strong learning ability; evolved goblins can learn both combat skills and magic. Given enough time to grow, they would be very troublesome. You, unfortunately, have encountered a half-finished product.]

Otto understood.

So it turns out they seized the key moment in someone else's evolution and got a free ride.

If it had happened a few months later, it might have really taken some effort.

[The Spell-Magic Ape suggests extracting the goblin warrior's complete spine.]

The Demon Ape of the Prototypes added.

The third to seventh sections contain the most concentrated magic, making them excellent materials for crafting low-level alchemical potions and rune items. They should fetch a good price from Una.

Since it was useful material, Otto naturally wouldn't waste it.

He pulled a hunting knife, specially used for dealing with monsters, from his boot. The blade was wider and thicker than a dinner knife and had a blood groove.

He crouched down and skillfully sliced ​​along the spine, carefully avoiding the large blood vessels, peeling away the entire vertebrae bit by bit.

The whole process was clean and efficient, with very little blood splattered, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time doing something like this.

After processing the materials, Otto wiped his hands with a leaf and summoned the Purifying Soul Flame once again.

A cluster of dark red flames landed on the corpses, instantly turning into a raging inferno that engulfed all the goblin corpses.

This is common knowledge among adventurers in the pioneering areas: monster corpses must be burned, both to prevent the spread of plague and to attract the attention of the goddess Entana, and also to avoid the smell of blood attracting even more powerful monsters, such as gnolls or wolf demons.

Only when the flames gradually died down, leaving only a layer of grayish-white ash on the ground, with even the bones burned clean, did Otto pick up the thick spine and turn back to the camp.

In the firelight, his face was stained with a few drops of blood, his eyes still held a hint of coldness, and his body carried a faint smell of blood and gunpowder.

When Tessa saw him return, she immediately stood up, her face full of worry as she wanted to go forward, but fearing that the smell of blood on him would upset the werewolf, she could only stand there and ask:

Are you alright?

Are you hurt?

Otto shook his head, placed his spine on the grass to the side, and was about to say something when he saw the wolf girl lying on the wooden frame tilting her head to look at him. Instead of being afraid, she lowered her eyes, made a light whimpering sound in her throat, and swayed her tail gently.

It's like saying, 'I knew you'd be alright.'

Otto's heart skipped a beat.

Wolves have a keen sense of smell, and she probably smelled the blood on her body because she was unharmed, which is why she wasn't worried at all.

"Your sense of smell is quite keen."

He smiled, and the chill emanating from him dissipated considerably.

Tessa had already wrung out a wet cloth and handed it to him so he could wipe his face and hands.

After Otto cleaned himself up and wiped the bloodstains from his face, she looked at the spine with a faint grayish-green glow and asked in surprise:

"This is the spine of a goblin warrior?"

"You encountered goblin warriors?"

"You know about this kind of monster?"

Otto was a little surprised.

"More than just knowing."

Tessa nodded, her expression becoming more serious.

"Adventurers in remote villages most often encounter heretical monsters that are evolved forms of goblins."

Besides goblin warriors, there are also goblin priests. The two often appear in pairs, but the latter is more troublesome.

They attack people not only for food, but also for knowledge and offerings.

They will torture captured adventurers in various ways, using poison and illusions to slowly drain their minds of knowledge, leaving no stone unturned, whether it be combat skills, spells, or terrain information.

Once they've squeezed all the value out of them, they offer people as sacrifices to the barbaric gods they worship in exchange for power.

It was a horrific way to die; many seasoned adventurers preferred suicide to being captured by goblin priests.

Tessa said earnestly.

"I've heard that when powerful goblin warriors come in groups, coupled with the blessing of priests, even high-ranking adventurers find them troublesome."

You haven't even learned combat skills yet.

This is like a strong, burly man with no fighting skills whatsoever; when he encounters a skilled adventurer, he'll naturally only get beaten up.

As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her voice and moved closer mysteriously. The firelight flickered on her face, adding an eerie atmosphere.

"I've also heard a legend."

It is said that thirty years ago, a paladin named Leonard returned to his hometown on vacation. He heard that goblins were causing trouble in the nearby forest and harming the villagers, so he took his sword and went into the mountains alone, saying that he would rid the people of this scourge.

As a result, no one has seen him since then.

The church sent many people to search the mountain, but they only found his broken holy sword and the corpses of goblins all over the place. They could neither find him alive nor his body.

Some say he encountered a goblin warrior who had undergone a second evolution, as well as a sacrificial array set up by a goblin priest, and was even able to withstand the power of a paladin.

Tessa recounted the story vividly, as if it were true, with dramatic intonation and a natural talent for telling ghost stories.

Otto also became interested:

"And then what happened?"

Have you found out the truth?

"There's no 'later' in this story."

Tessa waved her hand, smiled again, and returned to her usual self.

"This is one of the seven unbelievable things that circulate in the Divine Ritual Academy. Everyone listens to it as a bedtime story, but who knows if it's true or not."

I bet the instructors made this up to scare the new recruits, to warn us not to underestimate goblins, lest we fall victim to such low-level monsters when we go out for training.”

She said she didn't believe it, thinking it was just a rumor, but the magical ape in Otto's mind gave a hint at this moment, its tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

The magical ape devoured the goblin warrior's bloodline mark.

The Magic Ape obtained some information about the goblin warriors.

[The Spell-Magic Ape reminds you that Goblin Warriors do indeed have the potential for secondary evolution.]