As a venomous snake, I evolved into a god through devouring.

As a seasoned adventurer, Cohen wouldn't look down on goblins like a typical newbie.

He knew very well what kind of destruction these seemingly easy-to-deal-with monsters would cause once they gathered in a certain number.

There are fewer than 20 people in the village now, and apart from Cohen himself, they are all women and children.

He's fine fighting alone, but if there are more than two goblins, how can his crippled body withstand their attack? And if he dies, everyone in the village will be lambs to the slaughter.

"Uncle Cohen, what are you planning to do when we get back to the village? Tell everyone to prepare for resistance?"

"No, the best solution is to have the fast-moving children take the copper coins directly to Broken Blade Town and issue the emergency request."

Cohen tapped his cane on the ground more frequently than when he arrived here.

"Goblins always send scouts to scout before attacking, and they launch their attack less than two days after successfully scouting. Judging from the freshness of the footprints, they had already figured out the village's situation yesterday or even the day before."

He spoke very fast, with words coming out of his mouth one after another.

"Goblins are greedy and evil, and they don't make long-term plans. It's rare for them to be able to delay for even a day."

"So the attack is tonight, no doubt about it, and it's already close to noon. Heading to Broken Blade Town for reinforcements and returning before nightfall is a daunting task, but all the village's transportation has been taken..."

"Wow!"

Robin didn't ask Cohen why he was so nervous, nor did she question whether his first thought was to fight the enemy.

He spoke firmly and had no doubt about his uncle's judgment.

"We're already outside the village. Going back and sending others out would just be a waste of time. Besides, I know a shortcut to Broken Blade Town that can shorten the journey."

"I understand. Go ahead, but be careful."

Cohen agreed to Robin's offer after only a few seconds of thought; now was not the time to hesitate, every second was precious.

He took a few copper coins out of his pocket and handed them to Robin.

"This money is a deposit for the commission. Adventurers are a bunch of people who won't get up early for nothing. You can't get them to make a trip just by talking."

"Remember, you must tell them this is a deposit; there will be another payment after the project is completed!"

"The fate of the village rests on your shoulders. You must come back safely!"

Robin nodded emphatically, then immediately jogged away in another direction.

Cohen sighed as he watched the other person's retreating figure.

"Good child, may the God of Tom be with you."

In the forest on the other side.

"It seems the goblin leader has made his choice."

Kasper's serpentine eyes coldly stared at the cave not far away.

He stayed up all night to observe the movements of the remaining goblins.

They did not go to great lengths to search for his whereabouts nearby, but continued to rest and recuperate in the cave.

Kasper wasn't foolish enough to think the other side had forgotten about it. Goblins are notoriously vengeful creatures, and the fact that they had temporarily put aside their revenge meant that this raid was bound to be fruitful for them, so they were determined to succeed.

"Silent treatment is a snake? Then I'm even less likely to let you have your way."

He would do everything in his power to thwart whatever the enemy wanted to do, and even if these things were going to the village to celebrate a birthday, he would not let them succeed.

However, after the last surprise attack, the goblins on guard will be more vigilant and will notice you as soon as you show yourself.

Infiltrating inside is also very dangerous; they may have already set up some kind of trap in the cave, waiting for it to take the bait.

Kasper flicked his tongue, pondered for a moment, and then turned and disappeared into the dense forest.

……

"gurrrr..."

Standing at the cave entrance, the goblin holding a crude spear grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Food is limited in the group; last night it only got half a fish skeleton left over from the leader's meal, and now it is starving.

The midday sun scorched the rocks at the cave entrance until they were burning hot, making him drowsy while simultaneously increasing his restlessness.

Damn viper!

It gritted its teeth, making a "crunching" sound as its canines clashed together.

If it weren't for it, I should be sleeping soundly in a dark, cool cave right now. What if I'm too tired to rob other members of my kind at night?

The message from the two dead goblin scouts flashed through its mind.

Geese, cattle, and milk-producing sheep, but of course, the most tempting of all are human women.

First, let them bear children for the tribe, then kill them and eat their flesh...

Meat...

The goblin couldn't help but swallow, and his stomach rumbled again, much to his dismay.

Just then, a brownish-gray shadow flashed past the cave entrance.

What is that?!

It suddenly turned its head, grabbed the spear lying beside it, and became extremely vigilant.

In the distance, outside the glaring cave, a small, furry creature nervously looked around, its nose twitching as if trying to sniff out the danger in the air.

squirrel?

After seeing clearly what the sudden appearance was, the goblin spearman's drowsy mind was immediately filled with appetite and greed.

It turned its head to look at the cave behind it, and hesitated for a moment.

It still remembers the one that stole the insects earlier, which was beaten so badly by the leader that its scalp bled.

If it is discovered that someone is eating alone, especially meat, then it will be subjected to merciless abuse.

However, this hesitation and fear were quickly crushed by the cramps in his stomach caused by hunger.

It hadn't eaten anything decent for two days, and could only gnaw on the soil to fill its stomach, besides bones.

With meat right in front of it, how could it possibly resist?!

The goblin spearmen completely forgot their fear of their leader, grabbed their spears, and charged outwards.

The squirrel is nimble; watch it for a moment, and it will escape!

As if confirming its thoughts, the squirrel that had been standing at the entrance of the cave seemed to sense a terrible crisis and quickly jumped away, about to disappear from the goblin spearman's sight.

"Gurrr! (Don't even think about running away!)"

Goblins are small in stature but extremely agile, and in just a few moments, they have closed in on the squirrel that was trying to escape.

It raised its weapon and was about to stab the squirrel!

However, before that, a yellow shadow suddenly peeked out from the cave entrance!

The venomous fangs pierced the goblin spearman's unsuspecting neck with pinpoint accuracy, and the snake's body quickly coiled around him, silencing him before he could even let out a scream.