Starting with the goblin extermination

Chapter 134 Assault (Part 1)

Logan and his three companions left their spot and crawled through the bushes. Scattered on the ground were pieces of rotting leather and bones.

No one spoke.

On the carriage, they had already decided on their tactics. Considering the possibility of spellcasters, a group charging directly into the camp would inevitably be held back by the dense swarms of goblins, giving the spellcasters time to cast their spells.

So who should deal with the spellcaster? Without a doubt, Elsa, who can hide her body, and Sylvie, who can shoot from a distance, are the most suitable.

Sylvie was tasked with interrupting the spellcaster's spell, while Elsa waited for her chance to strike.

As for the remaining goblins, Logan gripped his sword hilt tightly, and Iris rubbed her hands together, both of them itching to get started.

But before that, we definitely can't just rush in.

Elsa nodded to Sylvie and went ahead of the others.

The morning sun, shrouded in mist, cast a soft glow on the walls. Elsa moved silently to the foot of the wall, unnoticed by any of the goblins on the watchtower.

She called upon the name of God, her whole being melting into the shadows in the corner of the wall. The next second, she appeared in one of the watchtowers and silently slit the sentry's throat.

The body fell to the ground slowly, without making a sound.

Visara, the Goddess of Shadow and Paranoia

With divine protection, Elsa followed suit, flashing in the dappled, narrow shadows, appearing in every unseen location, bringing a cold dagger to the neck of every sentinel.

Silently.

After clearing the entire outer wall, Elsa looked into the camp.

Outside the camp, ordinary goblins scurried about like pigs crammed into a sty. Their tents were tattered and mostly made of rotting leaves and animal hides, emitting a nauseating, foul stench.

There were a large number of ordinary goblins on the outskirts, with only a few large goblins scattered among them, occasionally tapping the heads of ordinary goblins who tried to steal food, maintaining discipline.

Beyond the inner wall enclosed by low wooden stakes, the tent appeared significantly larger, revealing a more spacious interior. A dozen or so large, red-skinned goblins were tearing at the flesh of an unknown creature, making crude chewing noises.

Deep within the camp, a goblin holding a staff and wearing a crown inlaid with raven skulls sat in a chair, listlessly picking at lice on his body. Beside him stood four dark-skinned goblins, who were clearly taller and stronger, guarding their leader.

Goblin Shaman, and four Goblin Warriors, elite individuals among goblins, dangerous level one monsters.

Neither of them noticed that the wall was now empty, and all the sentries with bows lay quietly asleep in the shadows.

Elsa was panting heavily, hiding in the shadows.

The continuous use of the protective gear had left her somewhat exhausted, and she needed a short rest, but the mission was not yet over.

Sylvie had already climbed up the outer wall. Elsa gestured to her, and Sylvie nodded.

The two of them still had one more thing to do. The alchemical oil that Elsa had used appeared in their hands, two bottles each, each bottle containing 10 gold coins.

A small bottle can ignite a raging fire and create a burning area.

Expensive, but a good thing for creating chaos.

Setting fires to reduce the number of goblins was their next step after clearing out the sentries.

But after observing the layout of the camp, they had a better idea.

Sylvie pointed to the location of the inner wall, and Elsa instantly understood what she meant.

The next moment, four bottles of alchemical oil traced deadly arcs in mid-air, striking the inner walls precisely and exploding violently with a bang.

The raging fire instantly engulfed the inner walls and rapidly spread outwards. The camp was already piled high with dry firewood, rotting animal hides, and carelessly discarded haystacks and other flammable debris. One by one, the tattered tents were instantly ignited like paper, and the fire spread to the inner walls as well, forming a wall of fire several meters high in just a few seconds, dividing the camp.

The entire camp was instantly thrown into chaos.

The ordinary goblins directly affected by the flames let out shrill screams, rolling wildly in the mud. The remaining goblins on the outer perimeter stumbled around like headless flies, some being trampled to death on the spot, others screaming as they ran out of the camp.

But as soon as they stepped out the door, their throats were cut off, and they never made a sound again.

Some of the larger goblins roared and picked up their weapons, trying to find the attacker who had not yet appeared in the firelight.

Inside the firewall.

The goblins inside the inner wall were instantly engulfed by the sudden high temperature. A few strong fools tried to force their way through the fire wall to charge outwards, but they were only halfway out when their bodies exploded in the terrifying alchemical flames, and half of their bodies were instantly charred.

They fell miserably into the muddy ground outside the wall, rolling and convulsing until they turned into charred corpses.

The goblin shaman on the chair jumped up in terror.

It screeched and shrieked, waving its staff, trying to get the remaining big goblins to put out the fire.

Meanwhile, the four goblin warriors surrounded the shaman, raising their massive longswords, ready to escort their leader out of the fire at any moment.

The goblin shaman, enraged, jumped up and down, roaring and ordering the sentries on the outer wall to fire arrows. But when it looked up...

When it saw that the outer wall was empty, it realized that all the sentries had become corpses.

Before it could recover from its shock, a series of dense, piercing screams suddenly erupted from the camp, which was blocked by flames.

Upon seeing the firelight, Logan and Ellis exchanged a smile and rushed into the camp side by side.

Countless green monsters scurried about the chaotic camp, completely unaware that two hunters had already infiltrated them.

Where the flames couldn't reach, flesh and blood began to fly.

Chaotic violence ensued.

Logan, in his current state, could roam freely among ordinary goblins without taking any damage, even without using combat skills. But he still decided to increase his efficiency.

Wild Hunt!

His brilliant golden hair turned blood red, and a murderous desire surged within him. A heavy sense of oppression suppressed the goblins around him, rendering them unable to move and leaving them only to face death.

He turned and swept past a goblin, slicing its throat with his blade. Then he turned left, facing the goblin's dumbfounded companions, his emerald longsword drawing a beautiful arc as blood gushed from their chests one after another.

Finally, the goblins came to their senses and, in the firelight, reached for their makeshift weapons as they rushed toward him.

At that moment, a faint red light exploded beneath his feet, and he suddenly stomped off the ground, charging towards them.

Before they could even get their weapons in place, he had already cut down five opponents, blocked the sixth goblin's short sword, and then thrust his sword forward, piercing through the goblin behind him as well.

A burst of red light erupted beneath Logan's feet once more, and he instantly appeared on the left side of the camp from a scalding cauldron. The blazing fire cheered for him, and the fleeing goblins were torn open one after another by the emerald blades.

Enemies fell one after another, their corpses piled up, and his bloodlust swelled with the blood that continued to flow on the ground.

He thrust forward, piercing the eye socket of a large goblin, which crashed to the fire with a crackling sound. His second strike severed the right leg of another red-skinned monster; the smooth cut mesmerized him. The large goblin collapsed to the ground, clutching his severed leg.