Goblin Dependency-Chapter 270 - 144 Goblin and Adventurer_2

Xia Nan reminisced silently in his heart.

The other rarely mentioned family in their presence, but through the occasional drunken slips, it was known that indeed, someone waited for him at home.

Xia Nan didn’t intend to delve further, nor did he wish for emotions to take over his mind.

At least... judging by Berg’s usual and relatively ordinary expenses among adventurers, along with his years of professional career.

He should have saved up a fair amount of money.

Enough for his wife to decently and comfortably raise several children at home.

Meanwhile, at the center of the battlefield.

Adeline stood, bandaged all over, before the corpse of the Bear Goblin.

Motionless.

Just continuously inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling...

With her back turned, her expression was unseen.

The soil beneath her feet, long soaked by rainwater, remained moist.

Having never revealed her past before becoming an adventurer, Xia Nan naturally couldn’t know what this red-maned Bear Goblin meant to her.

But since she didn’t bring it up, he didn’t plan to ask.

He simply sat quietly on the edge of a field ridge, beside the wheat field, cleaning his longsword.

Suddenly felt warmth.

He looked up instinctively.

He saw the previously overcast sky was now mostly cleared of its heavy clouds.

Brilliant and gentle sunlight slowly spilled over, dispelling the last trace of chill in the air.

Squinting, Xia Nan averted his gaze.

"Once the battlefield is cleaned up, it shouldn’t be too late by the time we return to River Valley Town."

"Let’s stop by White Sparrow for a bowl of mushroom soup first."

"It’s been a long time since I’ve had it, I’m really craving it."

...

...

"Roar!"

The violent and savage roar echoed amidst the spacious rock walls.

Two gigantic hands, capable of shattering the hardest rocks on the mountain, were currently clutching a goblin with green skin.

Wails and screams.

Under the enhancement of the pus-green glow, its body, swollen to nearly the size of an average adult human, was restrained by those thick, strong fingers as if it were a clay toy.

Met with no resistance.

Easily stretched, torn apart, and shredded, the goblin’s body was squeezed into a fist like lemon juice, turning into crimson blood foam, swallowed by the grimy, sulfur-smelling gaping maw.

The "Bagula Demon" excitedly pounded its chest, letting out a beast-like growl.

Surviving in the Bottomless Abyss filled with lava blood swamps, surrounded by equally dangerous and powerful demons.

These fragile, wailing green skins before it almost became perfect targets to vent its anger and desire to kill.

Unfortunately, the taste was ordinary and a bit smelly.

Not tasty.

Seemingly recalling something, a deep greed and longing suddenly flashed in Bagula Demon’s crimson eyes.

It remembered a long time ago, when it had yet to claim its territory, still wandering the endless wilderness.

It once devoured an unfortunate Long Ear teleported to the Abyss by a spatial rift.

That taste... was a thousand times better than these green-skinned goblins beneath its feet.

Legend has it that in large forests in the Material Realm, there are hundreds, even thousands, of such Long Ears.

If only...

Imagining in its mind, thick and corrosive acidic yellow saliva dripped from its mouth, sizzling as it hit the ground and turning into white smoke.

Just as it was considering whether to roll those white, tender Long Ears over twice in the abyss’s wild molten fire to make the skin crispy or to enjoy them alive directly in its mouth.

A sudden familiar pull came from the void behind it.

Its expression abruptly froze.

"No!"

"You can’t do this!"

The Bagula Demon turned around abruptly, roaring madly at the distant, fragile human in the dark blue robe.

"It’s not time yet..."

"More! I need more!"

The sonic wave from its furious roar sent flying the scattered goblin remains on the ground.

The pull behind it grew stronger, even though its thick fingers were deeply embedded in the rocks, it could only leave a few unwilling marks on the ground as its body was continuously dragged backwards.

Beside it, the Heavy Armored Warrior holding a longsword walked by silently.

Glanced at it.

Didn’t speak, just lifted a leg and gave a gentle push.

Bagula Demon’s massive body instantly lifted off the ground, flying back into the time-space vortex behind, rolling back into its Bottomless Abyss.

The battle too had come to an end.

With no Black Robe Goblins to threaten or bind, the remaining goblins on the scene, even though enhanced by Divine Arts, posed no substantial challenge to Advanced Adventurers like them.

After a round of Fire Wall Skill, fiery elements whistling in circles, then letting the Bagula Demon fill in the cracks.

The enormous number of goblins that once surged like a tide in the nest were now mostly dead.

Nodding towards the human warrior approaching him, Cornell lightly exhaled.

His face was slightly pale, from the strained use of high level Magic in a short time, his spiritual power was faintly overdrawn, making his head dizzy, his forehead already beaded with sweat.

Looking somewhat distressed at the ground, where lay a used, now ineffective Magic Scroll.

Inscribed upon it was Spell from the 7th Ring-Shape Power school, the "Force Field Prison".

Its effect was to create an invisible prison within the caster’s specified range, locking the space within, rendering teleportation spells ineffective.

Just moments ago, it was precisely by this that he managed to prevent the Black Robe Goblin’s escape.

As a Mage of the Magic School with a Professional Level of "9" who hadn’t yet advanced to Transcendent, Cornell naturally couldn’t cast seventh-level spells.

He only acquired this scroll through a highly expensive purchase and some personal favors from a senior.

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