Goblin Dependency
Chapter 126 - 89 Teeth Hunting

Chapter 126: Chapter 89 Teeth Hunting

The Bone White Teeth Chain lightly swayed, reflecting a reddish-orange glow in the campfire’s light.

A towering figure draped in a wolfskin cape stood silently.

No concealing movements, even blocking the only exit of the cave.

Yet the goblins, usually extremely sensitive to intruders invading their nest, did not detect his presence.

As if instinctively acknowledging his rightful place here, a part of the entire cave.

It was intentional, of course.

[Barbarian]

[Mourning Frost Oathbinder]

As someone who had completed the transition, stepping into the "Transcendent" domain, a truly high-level professional.

Frogon knew clearly, if he didn’t restrain his breath and conceal his form.

Even by just standing here, doing nothing.

The chilling killing intent, formed by the lingering echoes of countless prey’s final cries.

Would be enough to make the feeble and thin degenerate greenskins in front look like snow hares locked in a wolf’s gaze, too stunned and foolish to flee.

From the Frost Moss High Plateau, a barbarian tribe dwelling in the depths of the snowy plains for generations.

He did not possess the profound knowledge like the old scholars in Neum City College, nor understand "teaching processes" or "lesson models".

He only knew.

Amidst the clash and fusion of roars and muscles, a person’s character, preferred combat style, and skill level, as well as potential future talents.

Were as clear as the steaming red blood on snow.

Clearly visible.

The dark-haired youth named "Xia Nan" before him, judging solely by combat skills, might be considered good to most laypeople or average adventurers.

But among the Highland Tribe People raised in battles with giant bears and ice pythons, tempered by ice storms.

It wasn’t particularly outstanding.

Even the slashing battle skill, evidently honed to a "Master" level, used by the opponent in previous combat, didn’t stir any ripples on his face.

It was just the foundation before receiving a Professional Level, nothing much to say.

But for one second.

The most insignificant second in the entire battle.

When Frogon saw Xia Nan slip on the moss underfoot and lose balance.

Yet using the Arm Shield in his hand to strike the adjacent wall, altering his fall’s direction and speed to evade an enemy attack.

A faint glimmer flashed in his ice-blue eyes, cold as icy lakes.

"Interesting."

The Wolf Mouth Mantle intertwined, the silvery-white fur on the cloak’s surface gently wavering in the breeze.

The restrained aura and presence rose again like flames.

He stepped forward, walking towards the sharp-featured dark-haired youth in the field.

...

Thick, brown boots stomped down hard, crushing a fallen goblin’s eyeball on the ground, splattering viscous liquid.

[Green Pine] had already been sheathed.

Xia Nan, slightly panting, stepped forward twice.

His right foot pressing on the goblin corpse with a sword through its chest, completely lifeless.

With both hands, he forcefully pulled up the Beheading Longsword slanted into the damp muddy ground.

Ssshhh——

The twig-like gaunt limbs twitched, the lingering warm blood mixed with muddy drops was lifted by the blade.

Shaking it slightly, he flicked off the dirty blood staining the sword’s surface.

Sheathed it.

The battle had just ended; now wasn’t the time to maintain the weapon.

He casually wiped his face with the relatively clean part of his sleeve, removing the few blood drops splattered on his cheeks.

The air was silent.

Xia Nan turned around, looking at the scattered goblin corpses on the cave floor.

He felt a sense of deeply intense accomplishment, a complex fulfillment.

Like pus squeezed from a pimple.

No longer bothered by the swelling pain it caused, yet worried about the scar it might leave.

Recalling when he first arrived in this world, he was still a novice completely overwhelmed, leaving his mind blank when facing an ambush by two greenskins.

Now, he could clear an entire goblin nest alone.

Prior to crossing over, even just watching others kill a chicken through a screen felt unbearably hard inside;

Now, after slaughtering fifteen goblins like butchering animals, the only negative emotion was just feeling distressed over the armor plate, newly repaired with money, being scratched with a white mark in the fight.

He didn’t know whether this world, filled with demons and dangers, had changed him,

Or whether his nature had always been this way, with the sudden change in environment and survival styles after crossing over, catalyzing and revealing his inner essence.