Goblin Dependency
Chapter 92 - 67: The Flame Sword

Chapter 92: Chapter 67: The Flame Sword

The adventurers reacted swiftly.

Even though most of them were deeply immersed in the dream filled with a fragrant scent of alcohol.

When Xia Nan and the half orc burst through the door, the rooms on either side of the corridor also erupted with the sounds of rustling clothes and clashing metal.

The hilt of the sword in his hand grew hotter, causing his heartbeat to accelerate.

An inexplicable sense of urgency surged in Xia Nan’s heart, making his focus at this moment incredibly sharp.

His eyes scanned the empty corridor, searching for hidden clues;

The Wooden Sword swept lightly in front of him, carefully feeling the change in the temperature of the hilt.

Suddenly, he paused.

His gaze lingered on a door towards the middle of the corridor, which was unusually silent amidst the chaos.

"Is this... Jeff’s room?"

He clearly remembered that last night, Jeff, like himself, did not drink much, and when they parted ways, his face showed no signs of intoxication.

Moreover, judging by the qualities Jeff had shown during the past two days on the road, it was impossible for him to be as careless as he currently appeared in the face of Xia Nan’s warning.

Something’s wrong!

The thought lasted only a moment, as his legs were already moving the instant his gaze froze.

Without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Splinters flew!

The door was forcefully kicked open under the impact of a strong force!

In the deep darkness of the night, the only light within the room came from the faint flame of an oil lamp by the bedside.

Yet, it was precisely because of this that Xia Nan saw Jeff, the caravan leader, lying on the bed with a bloodless, pained expression.

As if trapped in a nightmare, his pale lips pressed into a line, eyes tightly shut, sweat nearly soaking the pillow beneath his neck.

What was even more terrifying was.

Jeff’s left leg being held aloft by a hand reaching out from the darkness,

The metatarsal, fibula...

The ghostly white bones emitting a cold light silently separated from the flesh, slowly tracing upwards, over the knee, and onto the thigh.

Standing by the bed was a gaunt, destitute man.

He wore a tattered, dirt and dust smeared Scale Armor, his left hand clasping Jeff’s leg bone, and his right hand clutching a clearly rusted dagger.

Most striking were those eyes, almost filled completely with white, and his pale, deathly blued skin that resembled rotting wood.

The shocking sight before him made Xia Nan instantly recall the bizarre occurrences the adventurers had been talking about at the table today regarding Kalanfor.

His expression turned grim.

The sword blade lifted slightly, his palm scalded hot.

Sturdy leather boots slammed onto the wooden floor, scattering dust.

The stirring sound of a high-spirited lyre resounded behind him.

The next second, Xia Nan charged straight towards the adversary.

It was always so secretive, many times the deceased themselves didn’t even realize before being stripped to bones, dying in their sleep.

The thin man evidently hadn’t anticipated his supposedly perfect operation tonight during rain and shadow.

To be so abruptly discovered by this young man before him.

The rusted dagger in his hand swung forcefully, severing Jeff’s left leg below the knee in one clean stroke.

Oddly, despite the dull blade, the process of cutting through bone and flesh was incredibly smooth.

The wound was remarkably smooth, as if some invisible force clung to it, even holding back the flow of blood.

Jeff on the bed, whose calf had been severed, remained in the same silent agony as before, as if unable to sense the changes in his body.

At the same time, Xia Nan, charging forward amidst the rousing lyre’s melody, had already pulled the enemy into his attack range.

"Bang!"

His right leg abruptly stepped forward, pressing a small pit into the floor beneath.

He raised his sword, twisted his wrist.

Showing no restraint whatsoever,

Starting, it was already full force.

[Vortex Slash]

Buzz -

In his ear rang a sharper, denser whistle of void cutting than that of metal.

The swelling heat as he neared the target caused countless tiny droplets to condense in the air around the sword.

Like returning to Mist Forest, stirring the fog.

The dark brown blade transformed into an arc of black light,

whistling past!

The thin man who had just hacked off Jeff’s calf and was still holding the leg bone, could only awkwardly place the weapon in his hand in front for defense.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew.

A small piece of the rusty sword spun up, embedding into the ceiling.

Typically resembling an ordinary weapon, the Wooden Sword [Green Pine], in the face of an evil creature imbued with Undead Power, finally unveiled the might of its "blue" grade weaponry.

The burning sword blade, swirling the mist, upon touching the rusted metal, suddenly erupted flames with edge-crimson blaze.

Absolutely unstoppable!

The rusty sword was severed, and the battered yet still possessing metal interior Scale Armor also didn’t provide any resistance.

In stark contrast, the dark brown wooden sword, shining with flaming red light, slipped smoothly into the metallic Scale Armor like cutting through tofu.

Through the stream of strength transmitted from the hot sword hilt, Xia Nan could distinctly feel the smoothness after a moment of resistance on the blade.

Zzz-la—

"Ahh—!"

Not at all expecting the power wielded by the Wooden Sword [Green Pine].

The thin man’s face revealed an incredulous expression.

Then, the intense white smoke rising from the wound as though it were being burned caused him to scream in agony.

Noticing the sword tip had pushed deep into the opponent, Xia Nan astutely adjusted his posture without rigidity.

His hands firmly gripped the hilt, body leaned forward.

In an instant, he shifted from a chopping stance to a forward thrust maximizing frontal strength.

Pouring power through, intending to pierce right through the slim man’s chest entirely.

Yet, unexpectedly, amidst the searing pain, the opponent retained a sliver of consciousness.

Crying aloud in torment, his lips parted, exhaling a dense, grayish white mist.

Concealing some ominous deep light, making the already dim room even darker.

Swaying, fluctuating, it contained a hint of danger.

Trailed with slender tendrils, it lunged directly at Xia Nan!

His momentum abruptly paused, ceasing his advance.

Instinctively withdrawing the sword from the other’s body, towards the mist,

he swung upwards.

"Thunk—"

As if encountering an inherent foe, the mist, under the sword’s radiant flame, instantly disintegrated.

The sword tip swayed, dispersing countless minuscule dust particles into the air.

The sudden counterattack from the thin man temporarily slowed Xia Nan’s assault.

Aware he wasn’t a match for him.

When he looked again, the adversary had made it to the window.

Behind him, the frantic footfalls of the adventurers approached rapidly.

The man glanced back at the gathering crowd, clutching the wound on his chest, he leaped.

There was no way Xia Nan would let him escape, especially with the adventurers having arrived at the room.

Several people, each wielding a sword, cautiously pursued to the window.

Only to see a dark stretch bathed in the drizzling rain.

Far on the horizon, it seemed as if dawn was breaking, casting a faint glow.