bookbashuk Chapter 99 Goblin Mild Dependence
Chapter 99 Goblin Mild Dependence
Chapter 101 Goblin Mild Dependence (Fifth Update, Seeking First Subscription)
"!!!"
The dull thud of a hard object striking flesh exploded behind Rom.
When Rom heard the voice behind him, his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand.
At this moment, the emotion called "regret" almost burned through Rom's reason.
What if he hadn't taken Ollie out of the village?
What if he hadn't been so overconfident and had chosen to face the goblin horde alone?
"Damn it—!"
Rom let out a beastly roar from deep in his throat, veins bulging on his forehead from extreme rage, his eyes bloodshot.
Clenching his teeth, he slammed his left leg against the ground, using the force of one leg to press down with his entire body weight, causing his body and the heavy iron sword to spin and dance.
【Whirlwind Slash】!
Rom's most proficient area-of-effect attack skill was when he was still an adventurer, but he rarely uses it now since he was injured in the knee by an arrow.
The reason is simple: every time you exert force, it will cause old injuries to flare up, and the already shattered meniscus in your knee will move an inch further toward complete ruin.
But at this moment, with his apprentice behind him in grave danger, Rom could no longer care about anything else.
The heavy iron sword sliced through the air, stirring up a whirlwind mixed with dust and the stench of blood.
As the stench of blood wafted by, a murky mist of blood rose from the top of the rocky slope.
All goblins within Rom's sword's range—those clinging to his legs, lunging forward, or brandishing their clubs—were swept away and severed within two seconds, their severed limbs flung onto the gravel beach more than ten meters away by the force of the impact.
Rom, bracing himself with his sword and ignoring the stinging pain in his knees, turned his head in terror and anxiety to look behind him.
But he did not see the scene he had expected: his apprentice lying dead on the ground with a bloody head.
In his field of vision, Roland stood beside Ollie, smiling, and waved to Rom.
The brownish-yellow goblin from before lay motionless at Luo Lan's feet, its flesh mangled and unrecognizable by the iron boots.
The large wooden mallet rolled two steps away from Luo Lan, its head clean and spotless, without a trace of Oli's blood.
Rom's tense nerves relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
It turns out that the previous muffled sound was not from the goblin mallet hitting Ori.
Instead, it was Luo Lan, who had been observing, who relied on her agile skills with [Agility 25].
The moment the brown-skinned goblin leaped into the air, before its attack landed on Ollie, Roland struck it down in mid-air with the hilt of his sword.
After the goblin landed, I went forward and kicked it again, ending its life cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation.
But the battle did not stop with the death of the goblin squad leader.
The last dozen or so green goblins remaining in the distance, seeing that even their strongest leader had been instantly killed and crushed by Luo Lan, were not scared away like ordinary natural monsters.
Instead, they resembled demon wolves caught in the rift of demonic tides.
It let out a high-pitched scream, gripped its weapon even tighter, and all the muscles in its body were twitching. A layer of dark red patterns appeared on its green skin, and it rushed towards Luo Lan and the others in a swarm.
The speed is even 20% faster than before.
However, the outcome of the battle was still a foregone conclusion.
After Roland and Emily also joined the battle.
Three extraordinary individuals with the strength of the Gold Rank faced off against a dozen or so Iron Rank monsters.
The battle was completely one-sided.
Luo Lan stepped forward, brandishing his broadsword, as if it were a one-sided swordsmanship performance.
The sword's edge sliced straight into the oncoming green-skinned man's shoulder socket, sending half of his body flying and tumbling three times on the gravel.
Luo Lan turned around and swept the neck of the second goblin with the end of his sword, and another head rolled down the slope with a "glug glug".
The third goblin, wielding a spiked club, lunged from the side. Without even glancing at it, Luo Lan took a half-step forward and swung his broadsword upwards, sending the goblin flying two meters into the air. It landed motionless.
Three sword moves were enough to take down the three goblins.
Meanwhile, Emily had already flown over the battlefield.
"It's Emily's turn to strike! Ugly freaks, get ready to be beaten!"
Red and blue wings flapped, creating a string of light spots; tiny fingertips drew crooked "elemental graffiti" in mid-air.
Instead of magic circles, graffiti symbols were used to cast spells, while drawing and humming an off-key rhyme: "Pointy-nosed villain, bald head, fireball to his face and he'll become a kebab~"
Before the song was even finished, the graffiti on the fingertips lit up.
A fireball the size of a fist shot out from the center of the magic circle and hit a goblin who was swinging a stone hammer squarely in the face.
The flames engulfed the green goblin, causing it to roll several times before collapsing to the ground with a howl.
Then the second, the third —
Emily's fingers moved swiftly, fireballs flying one after another, bursting into clusters of orange-red orbs on the gravel slope, filling the air with the smell of burnt protein.
During the process, Emily even teamed up with Roland.
Two goblins tried to flank and attack Roland from the side, but Emily didn't even turn her head. With a casual flick of her left hand, a cold blue line of ice fell from her blue wings, instantly freezing the ground with a thin layer of ice.
The two goblins slipped and fell to the ground. Before they could get up, Luo Lan, who had followed up, killed them one by one with a single sword strike.
Outside the battlefield, Oli was completely mesmerized by the sight of Roland skillfully wielding his broadsword on the battlefield.
In Ollie's eyes, those green goblins were terrifying monsters that he had to fight desperately to the death.
But under Luo Lan's sword, their heads became easier to pluck than ripe berries by the roadside.
Previously, when he encountered the group of ghouls in the forest at night and was killed by Roland, Oli didn't quite feel the reality of it.
After all, those shriveled monsters were nailed to the spot by Luo Lan's single [terrifying] glance.
It looks no different from chopping down a wooden dummy.
But at this moment, on the battlefield so close at hand, Oli looked at Roland's broadsword. Every angle from which it was drawn, the timing of its retraction, and the shift in its footwork—all were precise to the millimeter, with not a single superfluous movement.
Using seemingly simple sword techniques, he precisely reaped the maddened goblins one by one.
This style of swordsmanship is completely different from the swordsmanship that Oli usually learns.
His master Rom's swordsmanship was characterized by its wide, sweeping strokes, heavy force, and powerful, heavy-sword-wielding style.
Luo Lan's swordsmanship follows the shortest path in every move, neither too much nor too little, clean, simple, and even cold.
This ultimate clean and crispness comes from a practical demonstration of the Knights Templar's basic swordsmanship.
Through this experience of watching the battle, the boy, who had never left the Gray Rock Canyon, seemed to have gained some insight.
But for Luo Lan at this moment, he wasn't thinking about that at all.
He only felt:
[These goblins are really fun to chop down.]
The feedback from being hit by a goblin is excellent.
Its small size and light weight caused it to fly away when hit by the broadsword.
Even though they're both [Black Iron Rank] magical beasts, the feeling of wielding this sword is worlds apart from the fluffy Walking Mushroom and the shriveled Ghoul, not to mention the incredibly hard-boned Dire Wolf.
Walking mushrooms are easy to chop like patting cotton, and ghouls are skin and bones that scrape against a sword blade, but these goblins are just the right amount of soft and hard, and the parabolic arcs they fly after being chopped are beautiful.
[Excellent, truly excellent.]
Luo Lan even slightly adjusted the angle of her grip on the sword to make the trajectory of her next strike smoother.
Luo Lan felt that she was starting to like the feel of it; it gave her a sense of relaxation.
The so-called mild goblin addiction.
Just a few minutes later, in the very center of the battlefield.
The last surviving green monster has finally rediscovered fear.
Discarding their makeshift weapons, they frantically changed direction, even using both hands and feet to flee westward.
"The bad guys who tried to escape will be punished! Take this fireball right in the face!"
The little goblin's petite body blurred and disappeared from its original spot. In a flash of light, it appeared in front of the fleeing goblin. A fireball exploded, and the green-skinned goblin collapsed into the pile of rubble, never to move again.
The battlefield fell silent.
The gravel slope was littered with goblin corpses, their bloodstains seeping into the gray-white cracks in the rocks, the twilight making these marks particularly glaring.
Rom's injured knee protested violently as he forcibly activated [Whirlwind Slash].
He awkwardly supported his body with the side of his iron sword, making his left leg appear particularly sluggish with each step, and walked towards Luo Lan with a slight limp.
The veteran's face, covered in sweat and wrinkles, was filled with unspeakable embarrassment.
He solemnly sheathed his iron sword, bowed slightly to Ollie's savior, and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Luo Lan."
Luo Lan waved his hand casually: "No need to be polite. However, when you take Ouli to actual combat in the future, you should also pay attention—too much of a good thing is bad. It's impossible for someone to always be there to cover for you."
Rom grinned, revealing a bitter smile tinged with self-mockery, and pointed to his knee: "Brother Rom is right, but—as you can see, I can't hold Grayrock Village for many more years. I'm really getting impatient—"
After saying this, Rom's tough stance, built up through fierce fighting, crumbled almost entirely.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the old soldier looked somewhat forlornly at his apprentice who was jogging over.
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