Goblin Dependency-Chapter 239 - 131: Otherworld Creation_2

Solely at the center of the compass, that slender magnetic needle which points the direction.

Appearing in a strange translucent state, as if composed of some kind of solidified light.

It slightly sways as it moves, dragging along strands of ethereal luminescence.

Holding the compass in the left hand, gently lifting it.

The light flickers, and the needle firmly points straight ahead to the cave on the clearing.

"We have arrived."

"Prepare yourselves."

Cornell looked up at the sky above, where the branches no longer blocked, revealing the dark sky pressed by leaden clouds.

His lips moved, seeming to recite a short and vague spell.

Immediately, the light shield centered around the magic wand contracted rapidly.

Its area reduced, but its alert capability greatly increased.

It even had a controllable brightness adjustment function.

Perfectly suited for the nest environment they were about to enter.

They didn’t enter directly.

Besides Volga, everyone in the team were Senior Adventurers, with abundant adventure experience.

Even though the team’s average strength was good, there existed no strong demons in this region capable of threatening them.

Including the golden-haired Elf, a few people still rested slightly in place, prepared supplies, adjusted themselves to their optimal state, and then maintained their previous formation, cautiously entering the cave led by the human warrior.

Behaving very professionally.

Of course, to some extent, it was their serious attitude towards tasks, combined with luck, talent, and other factors that enabled them to climb to become today’s High Level Professionals. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Those who were too reckless and lacked luck, careless and insufficient in strength, had long become nourishment for the earth under the selection of major magic power gathering places.

The nest inside supposedly had Earth Goblins, the entrance corridor was wide and clean, lacking the common feces and decayed corpses found in ordinary goblin caves.

Moreover, the corridor was filled with numerous forks and small paths, some simple traps were also set.

The structure was vast and complex.

Of course, this cave environment which made low level adventurers daunting, posed no difficulty at all for High Level Professionals equipped with Spellcasters.

The compass in the palm continuously guided the correct direction, with no possibility of taking a wrong turn; as for those so-called traps... they weren’t even enough to leave a scratch on the surface of a human warrior’s armor.

It was smooth sailing with no obstruction at all.

"Ah, nostalgic..."

"How long has it been since we’ve cleared out a goblin cave like this together?"

"I’ve almost forgotten the kind of scream those green-skinned rats make when they die."

Derived from the deep forest’s natural legacy, the golden-haired Elf condensed her voice within the breeze surrounding her.

Only reaching her companions’ ears, without spreading to the outside.

"Since you obtained your Professional Level, I suppose..."

"And back then you complained that the bounty for goblins was too small, not even enough to cover supply expenses, which is why we stopped taking similar tasks."

There was an equally concealed communication method, away from enemy detection.

The magic particles in the air surged, delivering Cornell’s voice to the Elf’s ear.

The race’s lifespan spanning several centuries meant elves didn’t always clearly recall every event occurring in their lifetime.

Apparently having forgotten what the mage mentioned, the golden-haired Elf revealed an embarrassed smile, forcibly changed the topic.

The emerald eyes looked towards the deep, endless corridor ahead:

"But really, would goblins build their cave this deep?"

"With their two short legs, it must take them dozens of minutes just to go outside once, no?"

Before Cornell could reply.

Just as the words fell, flickering lights suddenly appeared in the originally pitch-black corridor.

Instantly, she fell silent.

The slender right hand swiftly brushed against the waist, drawing out the Fine Sword enveloped in the gentle flowing breeze, gripped by the golden-haired Elf.

Cornell temporarily put away the compass, extending his left hand into his small leather pouch.

Lightly grasping.

He grabbed a cluster of charcoal-like dust, sprinkled it over the magic wand.

Buzz—

The translucent alert light shield suddenly dimmed, bringing the team members within it, seeming to merge with the shadows of the surrounding stone walls.

"Six minutes."

Cornell reminded.

Few people slowed their steps, approaching gradually.

Nor were they eager to fight, but first observed the situation on the ground.

Thirty-six goblins, and two Bear Goblins.

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