That's right, that's what adventure is like!

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My legs were in the filthy mud and water, and the narrow well opening above framed a circular gray sky. A light drizzle fell and flowed down the edge of the well.

Roland's leather armor was also soaked, and the damp, rotten smell filled his nostrils, making him wary.

As Emma said, there was a hidden world beneath the well.

The stored water source had long since dried up, revealing half-dry soil. Not far away was a dirt path, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side, winding into the dark depths.

He proceeded cautiously.

He had already torn off a piece of the lizard's lining fabric to wrap the meat, ensuring it wouldn't emit any more odor. His occasional activation of magical perception added an extra layer of security during the exploration.

However, this is not a long-term solution. Activating magical perception will consume mental energy, and if it continues for more than a minute, it will bring about significant fatigue.

After walking a dozen steps, the light from the well had dwindled to almost nothing. Roland took out a retractable metal rod from his bag, the tip of which was covered with a clump of fluorescent moss.

This is a torch that he found by chance in the trading market. It can be seen as an advanced version of a lighting torch, which is not only lighter but also has no risk of going out.

The fluorescent moss emitted a blue-green light, which, after special treatment, could illuminate an area of ​​about ten feet, allowing Roland to see the scene in front of him clearly.

There are traces of artificial excavation.

On both sides of the wall, you can see messy teeth marks left by rough digging tools, and some places have been reinforced with wooden sticks and stones.

"It lacks any architectural beauty; it shouldn't be the work of that female dwarf..."

It should be noted that dwarfs are not only known for their physical characteristics, but also for their aesthetic sense, so it is impossible that they would build such crude structures.

Roland continued forward and soon heard a familiar commotion, mixed with a stench similar to that of a livestock shed.

This feeling is familiar.

"Goblin?"

He was somewhat taken aback, not because he was surprised that goblins existed in such a place, but because it was illogical.

That organization initially used the secret realm as the first test with great fanfare, but here they're using these low-level monsters as a challenge for Balo to solve?

Unless the number of goblins reaches a certain level, or there is an outstanding individual as a leader, they are simply incomparable to the lava giant lizard.

A faint light appeared in the distance. Roland put away the glowing moss, lowered his footsteps, and cautiously activated his magical perception for a moment.

There are no traps.

So he continued on his way until he reached the end of the road.

The space ahead suddenly opened up, revealing a place resembling an underground cave.

Pitholes were carved out of the earthen walls, with beds made of dry grass and rags inside. In the center was a chipped iron pot hanging over a campfire, bubbling away, cooking something, I don’t know.

Beside the campfire were a dozen or so dark green goblins, each one thin and bony, with long, thin limbs, flat noses, pointed ears, and mouths full of yellow teeth.

Most of them were sleeping, with foul-smelling saliva dripping from their mouths, while a few were scraping something with stone chips, making a crunching, teeth-grinding sound.

Roland's eyes fell on what they were scraping, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a human skeleton, and judging from the color of the bones, it had obviously died not long ago. There was a necklace around the neck, and the bronze badge hanging on it was all too familiar.

He is an adventurer.

Could they be members of the Rock Raven Squad?

Holding his breath slightly, Roland gripped his longsword, ready to fight. It was just a dozen or so goblins; he could handle them for now.

However, at that moment, a loud roar came from another passage in the distance.

"Gurgle—"

"Gulp!!!"

Upon hearing the sound, more than a dozen goblins instantly got up, including those that were sleeping, and stood in a row in a very orderly fashion.

Their movements were frantic and hurried, their ugly faces were full of fear, and some of their legs were even trembling, clearly they were terrified.

A tall figure appeared at the other end of the cave.

It was about seven feet tall, with strong, bulging muscles beneath its reddish-brown fur, resembling tree bark. Its jaw was turned up, revealing two curved, upward-pointing fangs.

He dragged a long hammer in his hand, the dense steel nails gleaming coldly in the firelight. Behind his broad shoulders was a javelin as long as his body, with runes engraved on the exposed tip.

Almost instantly, Roland recognized what kind of monster it was.

Bugbear.

A goblin variant born for battle and riots, its brain has begun to develop the rare product of "intelligence." It has a despicable nature, yet enjoys the pleasures of bloody battles and treasures.

Although few in number, each one is capable of serving as the leader of a goblin tribe, or to be more precise, it "enslaves" those ordinary goblins.

After recognizing the monster, Roland felt a sense of relief.

Oh, it was a bear goblin, that explains it.

This monster's combat power is far superior to that of goblins. It would be somewhat acceptable to use it and its minions as gatekeepers for trials.

"Gurgle—"

While Roland was pondering how to deal with the goblins as quickly as possible, Xiongdi got excited.

It swept its bloodshot eyes over the row of goblins, neither roaring nor bellowing, but instead beckoning to the one closest to it and making a low growl.

That's goblin language, the common language of goblins. Besides that, bear goblins also have a rough grasp of some other common languages.

"Gurgle..."

The goblin's legs trembled uncontrollably, but it still forced itself to go forward, making strange noises as if trying to please something.

However, this was of no use.

boom! ! !

The bear goblin raised its right foot and kicked the goblin against the wall. It watched the goblin convulse and collapse to the ground, blood seeping out, before slowly sitting down.

It seems to be in a bad mood.

The other goblins stood even straighter, none of them looking at their companion who was barely breathing. The only sound in the cave was the sound of the bear goblin scooping chunks of meat out of the iron pot and chewing them heartily.

Roland pressed himself tightly against the wall, pondering how to deal with these monsters.

The bear goblin is very strong and is the core of this group of goblins, but as long as it dies, the other goblins will run away on their own, so there is no need to worry about it.

In my magical perception, that javelin is clearly an extraordinary item, and it might have some unique effects, so I have to be careful.

In addition, in a physical confrontation, I would obviously be at a disadvantage, but this monster is not very intelligent, so parrying and counterattacking might have a surprising effect.

A plan was quickly sketched out.

Roland waited quietly.

The opportunity soon arrived. The bear goblin finished the food in the iron pot, patted his belly, let out a burp, and wobbled to his feet before walking toward the passage.

The other goblins remained standing, watching their leader leave.

At this moment, he could see the backs of all the monsters.

Do it!

Roland sprang from the shadows, his taut leg muscles giving him incredible speed from the start, his longsword thrusting straight at the goblin closest to him!

puff-

The sharp blade pierced through the dark green skin, protruding from the chest. The goblin collapsed to the ground without even letting out a scream.

Draw your sword, turn around, and slash horizontally!

The second goblin had barely turned its head when its neck was slashed by the blade, blood gushing into the air, its head lolling to one side.

The two bodies fell to the ground almost simultaneously.