Starting with the goblin extermination

To defeat Thorin, you must first take down three large goblins.

Logan had already reached a conclusion in his mind the moment he charged.

Thorin's Whirlwind Slash is more efficient at clearing out regular goblins and other mobs.

His [Thrust] skill was, after all, a single-target attack skill. Judging from the number of enemies killed by ordinary goblins, he was definitely at a disadvantage.

Each Big Goblin counts as 10 kills.

We need them to turn things around.

The goblin is getting closer.

They were definitely stronger than Logan is now. But you could tell from their heavy, clumsy steps and the speed of their swings that they were cumbersome.

It can be resolved quickly.

We need to take them both down quickly.

Then conventional fighting methods won't work; we need to adopt bolder and more aggressive approaches.

With the support of three combat techniques, he has the strength to achieve this.

A burst of red light erupted beneath their feet.

Logan beat Thorin to it, charging straight between the two large goblins like a wolf crashing into a flock of sheep.

Being attacked from both sides and surrounded by enemies, this is an extremely dangerous position.

"You son of a bitch! Where did this kid learn 'Speed'? How is he so fast?!"

Thorin, who was behind him, saw this scene and spat out his saliva, unable to resist swearing.

The two goblins were clearly enraged by the human who had come to their doorstep. They let out a deafening roar, and their two massive, spiked clubs, accompanied by a foul stench, slammed down on Logan!

An ordinary adventurer would be smashed into a pulp by such a heavy blow.

But in Logan's opinion, those two shots were too slow.

Feeling lighter and breathing more deeply is not an illusion; my physical fitness has been further improved.

But he couldn't find the reason.

Wolf Attack

The red light burst forth again.

Logan didn't back down; instead, he made a frantic forward, low-profile slide, suddenly slamming his body to the left.

call--!

The giant goblin on the right slammed its weapon into the air, sending rubble flying everywhere.

Meanwhile, the giant goblin's club on the left was already slamming down with tremendous force!

There was no way to avoid it, but Logan had no intention of hiding either.

The sword blade was slashed upwards at a precise angle.

[Parry]

Bang! Sparks flew everywhere!

The ring armor groaned under the strain, and Logan felt his whole body vibrate. Instead of taking the brute force head-on, he used the angle to slide the giant rod to the other side.

The goblin's full-force attack was deflected, and its massive body staggered uncontrollably.

Right now.

As he squatted down, Logan's thigh muscles suddenly exploded.

[Thrust]

The longsword transformed into a deadly white light, piercing through its unsuspecting chin from below, producing a sickening sound.

Without any pause, Logan kicked the convulsing corpse and spun around abruptly in the mud.

At that moment, the large goblin on the right had just pulled out the wooden club that had been smashed on the ground and was preparing to launch a second attack.

too slow.

The second beam of white light magnified instantly in its cloudy pupils.

[Thrust]

Using the force of turning around, the longsword shot out like a venomous snake, its blade plunging into its eye socket.

Bang, bang.

Two enormous, dark red corpses crashed to the ground.

From the moment Logan charged into the enemy ranks to the moment the two goblins were killed, the entire process took only a few breaths.

He was breathing heavily, then took a deep breath, sweat mixed with blood dripping from his chin.

Cool.

Thorin, who was not far away, was dumbfounded.

The old dwarf was chopping off the thigh of the third goblin with an axe, ignoring the enemy's screams, and looking at the two corpses that had fallen on Logan's side.

Thorin's eye twitched violently.

That kid is too fast!

Logan drew his longsword, wiped the blood from his face, and grinned at Thorin:

"Thorin, I'm going now!"

Thorin glanced at the last goblin, and the image of the 1-silver-coin cup of berry wine in the tavern instantly flashed through his mind, making him tremble with heartache.

"You son of a bitch! Leave one for me!"

The old dwarf, carrying a bloodstained axe, tried to steal the monster.

But Logan had already charged toward the last big goblin.

The enormous monster witnessed its three companions being brutally murdered by these two terrifying 'little guys' in an instant, and its nascent intelligence was crushed by the fear of survival.

The long sword in its hand clattered to the ground, and it turned and ran!

"Trying to escape?"

A cold glint flashed in Logan's eyes, and he burst into speed, instantly catching up to it.

The longsword pierced its back, the tip emerging from its chest.

With the last goblin falling heavily to the ground, the cleanup mission was essentially over.

......

The scene shifts, and a strong stench of blood permeates the forest.

The ground was littered with green corpses, severed limbs, and scattered, substandard weapons, creating a nauseating scene.

But I'm used to it now.

Logan rubbed the dried mud off his face.

"Here's one, it's Logan's, a one-hit kill."

"This one over here also belongs to Brother Logan. There are four of them."

"This half belongs to Uncle Thorin! Five of them."

"Ugh! It stinks! My intestines are spilling out!"

Papa grumbled and chattered as she jumped around in the pile of corpses, while Baron chimed in.

They cut off the goblins' right ears, counted the number, and decided who would win the bet between Logan and Thorin.

He looks like an old farmer harvesting vegetables in his garden.

Logan leaned against the rock and sat down next to Thorin, listening quietly to Papa's commotion.

Thorin smoked his pipe with his eyes closed.

They were all a little tired.

For many seasoned adventurers, the forest is only safe when it is quiet.

But Logan didn't like that.

Quietness often signifies loneliness, or a rotting inner self.

He likes having people around him to talk to and to keep him company. That proves he's still alive.

Even though Thorin just sat beside him without saying a word, and even though Papa chattered and made a bit of a racket, the feeling of having someone around him still made him feel very at ease.

He thought of Elsa.

Let's invite her and Lily over tonight too.

The inventory results are in.

Papa ran over carrying two heavy bags.

"Including the large goblins, Uncle Thorin has 35, and Logan... 39! Congratulations!"

As expected, Logan won.

The old dwarf rolled his eyes helplessly, took off his pipe, and tapped the ash off his pipe on the sole of his shoe.

"Alright, alright, you win, kid." Thorin waved his hand. "A bet's a bet! Tonight at the Sleeping Dragon Tavern, the first round is on me!"

He then gave Logan a hard elbow strike, winking and lowering his voice.

"Call your girlfriend Elsa too. We've already lost, so let's all have a good drink tonight! She may be aloof, but I have to admit she's pretty good at fighting."

Logan smiled and nodded.

"Calling her is fine, but Thorin, can I bring another friend?"

"What?!" The old dwarf's beard bristled instantly. "You're really planning to empty my coffin savings, aren't you?!"

Logan couldn't help but laugh when he saw Thorin jumping up and down in distress.

"Don't worry," he patted Thorin on the shoulder, "this friend doesn't drink, you'll like her."