Goblin Dependency-Chapter 211 - 121: It’s Not It_2

A journey of four or five days round trip, with the task rewards divided equally among everyone, probably leaves only two or three Gold Coins, not even enough for supplies.

And without combat, Xia Nan’s most important goal now, the skill level of [Teeth Hunting], naturally can’t be improved.

"I don’t know..."

While pondering in his heart, the figure of Adeline, who was originally moving forward slowly, suddenly paused.

What followed was a roar that echoed from deep within the passage.

Roar——

The roar, noticeably more rugged and muffled than that of a goblin, instantly allowed Xia Nan, who had experienced it many times, to recognize its source.

Bear Goblins!

However, unlike the anger and ferocity he remembered, the roar reverberating between the stone walls at this moment gave a sense of being tormented, pleading for relief.

Xia Nan didn’t even have time to think further, as the roar, clearly from the Bear Goblins, seemed to touch some secret place in Adeline’s heart.

Her originally cautious steps suddenly became hurried and urgent.

Though still instinctively hiding her body and minimizing noise, her whole being rushed deeper into the cave. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The two of them headed downward, almost reaching the heart of the lair.

Adeline, who was ahead, stepped aside, and Xia Nan hesitated whether to retreat or follow her rush in, subconsciously taking a couple of steps forward.

The scene inside the lair then unfolded before his eyes.

First, just as Xia Nan had judged.

An adult Bear Goblin, with thick brown fur, robust and muscular like an upright bear.

Wielding a nail hammer, it could easily smash through metal armor with its powerful muscles, skin so tough that ordinary people could barely pierce it with all their might, and goblin minions obeying its every command...

Such a creature had almost become a nightmare for all low-level adventurers.

However, at present, the situation seemed to have changed.

The bloodstained nail hammer, which had smashed countless flesh and bone, now had only a bare, twisted hammer handle embedded in the ground.

The protruding metal spikes were either broken on the ground or bent tight against the hammer’s surface.

The hammerhead seemed to have been placed on an Anvil, pounded again with a craftsman’s hammer, compressed and deformed.

Like a piece of metal paper that fell to the ground.

The Bear Goblin was still alive.

Lying on its back, its two sturdy long legs, as thick as an adult’s waist, thrashed about like a fish out of water, leaving embarrassed marks in the muddy ground;

A pair of cloudy brown eyes rolled upwards, exposing stark whites.

The forceful closing of its jaws made its tusks almost pierce the flesh on both sides of its cheeks, with a sickly froth at the corners of its mouth.

Yet, the fierce power released in its desperate struggle, enough to overturn an entire Northern Yak,

was being firmly held in check by an arm, which extended from behind like a python, coiling around its neck.

It was a Half orc, taller even than the Bear Goblin by a few inches.

Like lovers in bed, the Half orc leaned against the stone wall, sitting on the ground, wrapping from behind and throttling the Bear Goblin.

A bloodstained warm hand rested atop the Bear Goblin’s head, while another arm, solid as if cast in iron, gently squeezed its neck.

Exerting pressure.

The sweet angle formed by compressed muscles of the forearm and biceps clamped down like an iron vice on the Bear Goblin’s throat.

One second, two seconds...

Seemingly intentionally controlling its strength, the Half orc, who could have snapped the opponent’s cervical vertebra in an instant, deliberately slowed down, gradually applying pressure.

Carefully feeling the body in its arms struggle with gradually diminishing force, until the roar faded away.

Until the Bear Goblin’s heart completely ceased beating, its arms hung limply to the ground, the smell of excrement emanating from below.

Only then did the Half orc exert a sudden force, with a "creak," twisting the Bear Goblin’s head one hundred and eighty degrees, granting it complete release.

Like a toy worn out, its bloodstained face bore remnants of excitement and joy, and the Half orc casually tossed the Bear Goblin’s body aside.

He stood up, revealing his race-specific light green skin and that familiar Totem Chest Armor.

Pupils contracted sharply!

Xia Nan stood at the cave entrance, gazing at the Half orc not far ahead.

The figure from memory overlapped with the scene in front of him.

His mind couldn’t help but recall a few days ago, before setting off, when he saw that Advanced Adventurer team at the adventurer association.

"It’s him!"

It was that Half orc, standing beside the elegant man who looked like a Mage, accompanying him!

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