Starting with the goblin extermination

"Ready to receive guests."

The old dwarf, pipe in mouth, strolled slowly over to Logan and nudged him hard in the ribs with his elbow.

"Kid, all set? Didn't you say you wanted a good, bloody fight? Today I'll show you your true strength."

Logan did not turn his head.

He stared at the billowing smoke from the cave entrance, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Then you'd better keep a close eye on it."

Logan slightly retracted his longsword, staggered his legs, and assumed a standard starting stance for a thrust.

Just like he told Thorin yesterday, all he wants now is to kill to his heart's content.

Whether it's a regular goblin or a large goblin, it doesn't matter if the guild doesn't give a single copper coin as a bounty.

He craves blood right now.

The previous life-or-death battle had completely unleashed the ferocity within him.

The anger he felt last night at the herbalist shop, from being forcibly provoked by that damned Tiflin woman and having nowhere to vent it, was raging wildly in his chest.

He needed an outlet.

These dirty, green-skinned dwarfs in front of me are the perfect punching bags.

kill.

boom--!

Heavy footsteps, accompanied by chaotic screams, poured out of the cave.

A large group of goblins, their vision obscured by smoke, burst out of the cave entrance. Behind them were four extremely tall goblins with dark red skin.

Some of them dragged huge, thorny wooden clubs backwards, while others gripped rusty long knives tightly.

These large goblins clearly possessed a certain level of intelligence. Faced with an unknown enemy, they didn't charge ahead like wild beasts, but instead used their powerful legs to kick the ordinary goblins in front of them.

Like herding sheep, they drive their cheap cannon fodder to rush forward and exhaust the enemy's strength.

Is it a human wave tactic to use lower-class people as human shields?

Just what he wanted.

boom!

A burst of red light erupted beneath Logan's feet.

[Wolf Attack]!

The soil exploded beneath his feet, and Logan charged against the green torrent!

Thorin, the old dwarf, exhaled a puff of smoke and followed closely behind, laughing loudly. Faced with such a number of goblins, no matter how relaxed he was, he could no longer simply hide behind and watch the show.

"die!"

The heavy steel ring armor slammed into the chest of an oncoming goblin. With a cracking sound, the goblin was sent flying like a rag doll.

Immediately afterwards, the longsword transformed into a deadly streak of light.

*Thud!* A goblin attempting a sneak attack from the side was instantly pierced through the throat.

A flash of cold light, and another goblin leaped from a blind spot, its rusty dagger slashing fiercely at Logan's back.

Logan didn't try to avoid it.

Stab it--!

The short sword slashed across the newly repaired ring armor, accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound, but only left a shallow white mark on the iron ring, without even breaking Logan's skin.

This is the confidence that money brings!

Logan's eyes were icy cold. Without hesitation, he turned and delivered a powerful kick, sending the attacking goblin flying backward. At the same time, his longsword, like a viper's tongue, pierced the chest of another goblin that was about to launch a sneak attack with extreme precision.

[Thrust]!

[Thrust]!

The translucent text danced wildly before Logan's eyes.

[Proficiency +1]

[Proficiency +1]

......

Goblins kept falling.

Logan's understanding of combat techniques continued to deepen.

The longsword flashed, and blood splattered in the air as Logan carved a bloody path through the dense green figures.

Papa and Baron were stunned by Logan's terrifying suppressive power.

They knew Logan was strong, of course, but he was definitely not like this during the last mission! In just a few days, Logan had become a killing machine, even able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the battle-hardened old dwarf beside him.

"Stop daydreaming! Get to work!"

Papa snapped out of his daze, drew his longbow to its fullest extent, and unleashed a barrage of green-glowing tracking arrows, precisely piercing the goblins that were trying to surround and kill Logan.

Baron held his shield aloft, standing like an iron tower around Papa. Any who tried to get close would have their bones crushed by his round shield.

The two worked together seamlessly and managed to clear out a large number of miscellaneous soldiers on the perimeter.

And in the center of the battlefield.

"Hahahaha! You little bastard, you're a fucking freak who doesn't care about his life!"

Thorin's hearty laughter echoed across the battlefield. The old dwarf, his muscles bulging, charged through the goblin horde, wielding his great axe.

"Watch out, kid, you're dawdling too much! This is real manly combat skill!"

Thorin roared, his thick legs suddenly exerting force, and a violent wind pressure suddenly surged up from the axe blade!

The old dwarf, centered on himself, spun wildly through the goblin horde like a giant top.

Swish-! ! !

A series of screams rang out.

The dozen or so goblins surrounding Thorin didn't even have time to react before being instantly sliced ​​in half by the terrifying giant blade! Limbs and severed arms exploded amidst a shower of blood, drawing a perfect arc on the muddy ground.

This is one of the warrior's pre-battle area-of-effect combat skills.

Whirlwind Slash

Logan plunged his sword through the heart of a goblin, a burning glint in his eyes. This wasn't the first time Logan had seen this technique; he'd witnessed Thorin use it during their first mission together, though Thorin had clearly held back then.

Logan had seen this thing in the guild's "Combat Skills Encyclopedia" not long ago.

Priced at 150 gold coins, it can cause terrifying area-of-effect damage.

Logan didn't choose [Thrust] as his third combat skill because he already had the offensive skill [Thrust] and [Whirlwind Slash] was quite expensive.

Judging from Thorin's terrifying power, this combat skill is probably the old dwarf's specialty, and its level has definitely reached the advanced stage.

Although Logan knew perfectly well that Thorin, the old dwarf, had been deliberately holding back while leading the team, in order to train the newcomers Baron and Papa, seeing Thorin unleash his full power without reservation now was quite something.

Very strong.

"You're still stronger, Thorin!"

Logan kicked aside a still-convulsing corpse, chuckled, wiped the blood splattered on his face, and with a backhand swift stroke, cleanly slit the neck of another attacking goblin.

Thorin exhaled a puff of white breath, kicked the half-goblin corpse away, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Kid, how about we have a contest to see who cuts off the most heads today? One goblin counts as 10 heads."

"Alright," Logan chuckled. "The loser buys the first round of drinks, and it has to be the berry liqueur from the tavern!"

"You're fucking greedy!" Thorin laughed, his eyes wide. "That stuff costs a silver coin a cup! You just wait, I'll drink you bankrupt today!"

roar--!!!

Before the words were finished, four imposing dark red figures finally burst out of the cave, stepping over the corpses of their kind scattered on the ground.

There are four giant goblins in total!

They wielded massive clubs and rusty longswords, roaring furiously as their minions, used as human shields, suffered heavy casualties.

Logan then kicked the goblin's head off the ground, gripped his still-dripping longsword tightly with both hands, and pointed the tip of the sword at the giant goblins in front of him.

"That's not necessarily true."

The next second, two violent beams of light, one red and one green, simultaneously exploded beneath Logan and Thorin's feet.

An old man and a young boy, both reeking of blood, charged at the four goblins ahead.