Goblin Dependency
Chapter 106 - 79 Robin (Combined - )_3

Chapter 106: Chapter 79 Robin (Combined Chapter)_3

Many times, it seemed like an ordinary slash, yet the next second it would unleash and extend into a battle skill of considerable danger.

This left him unable to take the initiative in the battle, forcing him into a defensive stance.

"This can’t go on!"

Ingram glanced at the violently shaking skeleton beside him from the corner of his eye, and the surface of the Edged Hammer in his hand lit up with a bright golden light.

His burly figure turned into a blur, charging straight at Xia Nan!

He seemed to have absorbed the experience from the previous battle, positioning himself very tactically.

Preventing Xia Nan from using the [Vortex Slash] to force him back directly.

His brain was operating at high speed, following the instincts of battle.

Xia Nan suddenly turned his body sideways, maintaining an offensive posture while dodging the hammer strikes as best as he could.

His wrist twisted, and the longsword transformed from a slash to a thrust.

Step forward!

Hiss—

Ingram’s left elbow was instantly pierced by the blade, blood splattering.

Meanwhile, the Edged Hammer gripped tightly in his right hand grazed against Xia Nan’s waist and abdomen.

Boom—

The golden Holy Light exploded like a small explosive!

Xia Nan felt a sudden burning force at his abdomen, propelling his body backward.

He glanced instinctively and saw that the outer layer of his Chain Armor was reduced to ashes, and the metal rings used for protection inside were glowing red and smoking.

The grazed area on his waist and abdomen burned with a searing pain.

He didn’t stop for a moment.

Even though his left arm was bleeding and hung powerless at his side from the Beheading Longsword’s thrust.

Ingram’s face showed no expression of pain or fear.

His lips moved slightly, chanting a brief and cryptic incantation into the air.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Using his blood as a lure, swarms of insects emerged from the bushes and grass, fluttering their wings towards Xia Nan.

The first image that came to mind was many days ago, in the Mist Forest facing the scorpions surging like black water, when guard Wood threw that Kerosene Bomb.

His left hand quickly reached behind to his pouch, pulling out a palm-sized brown clay jar.

With force, he threw it forward!

Boom—

The pitch-black oily liquid erupted instantly in the light of the flames, mingling with the flying murky dust.

Turning into a blazing fire that engulfed countless tiny insects.

Since the second mission, he couldn’t get Wood’s throwing technique out of his mind.

During the fifteen-day rest in River Valley Town, he bought three jars from the general store and kept them carefully in the depths of his pouch for emergencies.

Now, facing a similar scene, it was time to put them to use.

Crackle!

Flames burst forth!

Without the suppressive mist of the Mist Forest, the scorching flames spread through the woods almost instantly.

Even a few sparks landed near the talisman array at the center of the ritual, rapidly closing in on the pale skeleton within.

Ingram’s expression darkened immediately, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Ignoring the scorching heat coming from underfoot, he rushed forward through the fire with a strong body tearing through the hot gusts.

The iron-gray sword blade reflected an orange flame under the red fire.

The sharp blade advanced, and the burly figure was mirrored in the dark eyes ahead.

Xia Nan took a long breath.

He quickened his steps,

faster and faster!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Flame streaks twisted and climbed along his rapidly moving body, leaf fragments with sparks danced in the air, the Edged Hammer glowed with a dazzling golden light like the sun, and...

A silver-white robin suddenly flew up from the treetops.

"Twang!!!"

The sharp snap of a broken string suddenly echoed through the forest.

There were burn marks on his clothing.

Unbeknownst to him, the Half orc had already shrugged off the burning pain and escaped from the[Human Immobilization Spell].

At his feet, a lute with broken strings lay quietly on the ground.

Alton stood amidst the flames.

His eyes lowered, expression devout, lips moving as if murmuring something.

Then slowly raised his head,

tossing the brass-colored lucky coin into the sky once more.

Spinning,

flipping,

The coin’s faces and cape alternated continuously.

In the forest’s glow, interspersed with the daylight seeping through the canopy gaps,

the robin flapped its wings and flew by.

The coin landed heads up, with the ill-defined face of a long-haired woman, shimmering slightly in silver-white light.

Falling,

landing in the Half orc’s hand,

fingers clenched tight.

Hiss—

Accompanied by abruptly halted footsteps and a roar,

was the dull sound of a blade piercing through flesh.