Starting with the goblin extermination

Chapter 102 Mineral Crocodile

Arlando 3563, Ashwood, Outer Reach.

"die."

Logan, expressionless, pierced a goblin through and stepped over him. A flash of cold light, he bent down and twisted, a spear missed its target, and with a backhand swift motion, the goblin's head fell to the ground.

A red light flashed beneath Logan's feet as he lunged forward at the onrushing goblin army, with five large goblins joining the massive horde of ordinary goblins.

A gap appeared in the dense green army, and Logan charged in without hesitation, thrusting his sword. A goblin immediately fell to the ground, his tongue shredded in blood.

With his superior physical abilities and the explosive speed of his [Wolf Strike] combat technique, he danced gracefully among the monsters.

The surging green tide made the battlefield crowded, but the space left for Logan continued to expand with the falling corpses. His blond hair flew in mid-air, thrusting, slashing, thrusting, the tip of his sword piercing eyes, bringing out brain matter, and bloody mouths flowing from green skin.

A massive, thick club appeared before Logan. He kicked the corpse aside and used his longsword to deflect the club's attack. A tremendous force came from the front, but Logan's feet remained firmly planted.

In addition to Strength, which reaches 8 points, the new specialization also makes a significant contribution.

"Fight to the death, never retreat"

Category: Specialty Effect:

Knockback resistance increased by 30%.

Introduction:

After countless heavy blows, his body had long since learned how to resist impacts, while his will had long forgotten what retreating meant.

After receiving the leather armor from the blacksmith in Dalark yesterday morning, Logan went to Instructor Soben for practice in the afternoon. As expected, he successfully raised his Parry skill to LV2 after completing the training, thus gaining this new feat.

Compared to the "Special Footwork" feat provided by [Wolf Strike], the "Fight to the Death" effect provided by [Parry] seems too simplistic, and there is a clear difference in strength between the two.

Considering the "Windbreaker" feat provided by [Thrust], Logan realized that combat skills might also have quality differences.

Special combat skills like [Wolf Strike] or more difficult-to-learn combat skills like [Shadow Step] are already very powerful, and the special effects they bring after upgrading are naturally stronger than those of ordinary combat skills.

If Logan were to rank the equipment according to the system's assigned levels, then common combat skills like [Thrust] and [Parry] would likely be classified as basic ordinary combat skills, while [Wolf Strike] could be considered a rare skill, given its powerful burst speed, which far surpasses the similarly effective [Dash].

As for the professional combat skill [Wild Hunt] that comes with the job, Logan gets a headache just thinking about it.

This combat skill undoubtedly qualifies as an epic combat skill, possessing both area control effects and terrifying buffs. However, there's one problem: its proficiency is very difficult to increase.

The two-times-a-day usage limit means it can't be quickly improved through combat like [Thrust], nor can it be improved through guidance from other adventurers like [Parry]. After all, as far as Logan knows, his class [Red King]...

It is undoubtedly a secretive and special profession, and there is absolutely no information about it.

He was still too impatient. His improvement rate was already fast enough. Sometimes Logan wondered what he was racing against.

Logan thrust his longsword into the goblin's chest, abdomen, and right leg. The goblin screamed and fell to the ground, its massive club slipping from its grasp and smashing into its face, leaving blood everywhere.

The other four giant goblins swung their clubs with a whooshing sound, smashing the ordinary goblins that blocked their way to pieces, but Logan simply pulled his longsword from the corpses.

Immediately afterward, the man standing on the battlefield flicked the blood off his sword, and streaks of dark red light gradually stained his flowing golden hair until it turned blood red. An immense pressure emanated from Logan, shaking the entire battlefield. All the enemies froze abruptly; the thin, ordinary goblins and the tall, muscular goblins all convulsed and prostrated themselves on the ground.

As his long, blood-red hair danced and swayed across the battlefield, the entire battlefield transformed into a slaughterhouse filled with screams. Fountains of blood appeared one after another, and the euphoria from the carnage made Logan laugh until his cheeks ached, each breath burning with pleasure.

He chopped off the last head, and the pressure was completely released. A beautiful blood-red scene appeared before Logan's eyes: blood gathered into streams, and corpses piled up into small mountains, shimmering with a dazzling red light in the sunlight. This scene reminded him of the scene when he first encountered the wolf god.

But as the Wild Hunt ended, the urge to kill gradually dissipated, and with only corpses for company, Logan felt lonely again.

He misses Elsa.

Perhaps because he was used to it, being alone always made him feel somewhat lost.

The half-elf girl did not come to the forest with Logan today. According to Elsa, her Shadowstep combat skill has almost reached the threshold of mastery, and she hopes to find a suitable instructor at the guild for further improvement.

Logan certainly supported the half-elf girl's idea of ​​improving her strength; moreover, Logan could understand the sensitive feelings of this lovely girl before him.

Elsa, who needed to hold him tightly to fall asleep every night, was inherently insecure. Logan's strength was increasing rapidly, and even with Elsa's protection, she couldn't stop moving forward if she wanted to stay by Logan's side.

The two then went to the guild hall.

Kruger initially glanced at the roster and regretfully announced that the senior instructors teaching Shadowstep in the guild were fully booked, with the earliest available appointment being next week. However, the shrewd goblin quickly remembered yesterday's announcement.

Just in time, the instructor transferred from Wolf Howl City arrived today, so he happily accepted the 60 gold coins advance payment.

Therefore, Logan was left to complete the commission alone in the wilderness today. Of course, he had considered asking Ellis or his old buddy Thorin, but for Logan, bringing them along for the current outpost commission was completely unnecessary.

Logan accepted several raiding commissions from the guild.

Small goblin camp raid.

Subjugating a medium-sized goblin camp.

Goblin, still my dear goblin, he still loves goblins so much.

And, the private commission given by the blacksmith Darak: [Collect the blood crystal ore from the back of the ore crocodile]

This is Logan's next hunting target.

In the shallows of a river, danger often lurks beneath a calm facade.

A fully grown mineral crocodile lay silently in knee-deep mud. The icy river water submerged its massive body. Its eyes were closed, with only its nostrils and back above the water.

From the shore, the dark red crystalline minerals on its back look like a row of ordinary weathered rocks in the riverbed.

It has been lying here motionless for two whole hours.

For a cold-blooded killer like the mineral crocodile, patience is an ingrained quality. Its slow-beating heart lowers its body temperature to a minimum, allowing it to blend perfectly into the dark mud.

A rustling sound came from the woods; the prey had appeared.

A massive, spiky boar grunted heavily, crushing the dry branches on the bank. Clearly very thirsty, the boar cautiously surveyed its surroundings, making sure no monsters were nearby, before carefully approaching the water's edge.

In order to drink clearer river water, the wild boar tentatively stepped onto a rock with long red spots.

It had no idea that it had stepped on death itself.

For an instant.

The once calm water surface suddenly exploded, and from the huge splash, a long mouth full of interlocking fangs burst out of the water.

Click—!

The mineral crocodile precisely bit the wild boar's thick forelimb.

The wild boar let out a mournful, desperate cry, pulling back with all its might. But it was all in vain; the mineral crocodile's heavy body and terrifying bite force were like a welded-on trap, firmly clamping down on its prey.

Then the Mineral Crocodile unleashed its deadly move, the Death Roll.

It thrashed its massive body wildly in the water, spinning the wild boar along with it. The immense centrifugal force and torque instantly tore apart the wild boar's muscles and snapped its bones, turning the river water a glaring, blood-red color.

The wild boar stopped struggling.

The long-awaited feast has begun.

The mineral crocodile dragged its heavy prey to the shore. Its long snout bit into a large chunk of flesh, violently swung its head to tear the flesh off, then tilted its head back and swallowed it whole, along with bone fragments and mud, into its furnace-like stomach.

Warm blood dripped down his chin, and the feeling of fullness from his stomach made his eyes squint slightly.

It was enjoying its meal so much that its tiny ear holes failed to detect the heavy footsteps in the grass on the bank.

Death was approaching it.

Just as the mineral crocodile was about to tear off its last hind leg, a scimitar gleaming red light tore through the air and slashed down at its proud, long snout.

【Heavy Cut】

An unbelievable, excruciating pain surged through its brain, and the mineral crocodile felt dizzy. It saw that its once indestructible snout had been severed at the root and lay beside the wild boar's remains.

Blood gushed from the rift like a fountain, and the mineral crocodile only heard joyful cheers from beside it.

"Old man, isn't this knife powerful enough?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The old man leaned on his large axe, looking at the black-haired young man in front of him with a bored expression.

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