strictlysupreme Chapter 11 One stick, one goblin
Chapter 11 One stick, one goblin
"Is that all the weak attack power you've got?" Zhou Qing scoffed, and with a slight pull, he tore off a large section of the vine.
He casually folded the vines and tossed them into the dark space: "I'll save them for now and see if they're edible later. I can't waste them; I'm the kind of man who's going to write 'The Monster Food Guide'."
After dealing with the vine-like tentacle monster, Zhou Qing continued walking forward. After walking for about ten more minutes, he encountered a walking mushroom by the roadside.
However, this one is less than a meter tall and there are no white mycelia growing around it, so it is obviously not yet an adult.
"Perfect, let's try it and see if it's even more tender."
Zhou Qing casually struck him with a stick, killing him and then storing him in the dark space.
Soon, a patch of shimmering water appeared ahead—the very lake from the slime's memory.
But Zhou Qing froze as soon as he got closer: "What? The intelligence was fake?"
In my memory, the area next to the lake should be the habitat of the slime tribe, but there are no slimes in front of me.
He carefully looked around and soon made a discovery:
There were many sharpened wooden splinters stuck in the mud by the lake, and there was still a lot of blue slime left by the dead slime on the ground, but there was no slime corpse.
"Are these traces left by human adventurers? Has someone come to hunt down slimes?" Zhou Qing frowned and guessed.
But upon closer inspection, he realized something was amiss: "These wooden spikes are far too rudimentary. They look like something a primitive person would use, not something an adventurer would be equipped with. Unless the humans in this fantasy world haven't fully evolved and can only hunt with these things."
Then he thought again, "Could it be used as a trap? But why would you need a trap to defeat slimes, who are such weaklings? That's giving them too much credit."
Fortunately, the blue slime on the ground gathered into a clear trail, which looked like it was dragged out by someone carrying a slime corpse.
Zhou Qing roughly determined the direction the other party had left in.
He pondered for a moment, then his eyes narrowed: "Whatever it is, touch it and take a look first."
"After all... someone who's been reduced to dealing with slimes probably isn't very strong."
Zhou Qing tiptoed and followed the trail of slime. He hadn't gone far when he saw a dense thicket of bushes.
He hid behind the bushes and peered out.
Not far away, there was a cave with a small entrance, just big enough for one person to enter and exit at the same time.
Most importantly, there were two guards standing near the entrance to the cave:
It was short in stature, with green skin all over its body, cloudy little eyes that darted around, and a pair of pointed ears that were particularly eye-catching.
"Holy crap, a goblin?"
Zhou Qing recognized him at a glance.
This thing is a common sight in novels and games; it's practically a standard mob in beginner villages.
Of course, it's also a frequent subject in notebooks.
Now look at the equipment of these two goblins.
One was clutching a crooked wooden stick, and the other was holding a sharpened wooden splinter; they looked incredibly shabby.
At that moment, the goblin with the wooden stick was arguing with a passing colorful butterfly, swinging the stick wildly and making strange noises.
The goblin with the wooden spike was leaning on it, his head nodding as he slept soundly, drool almost dripping down his chest.
Zhou Qing's gaze fell on the blue slime that was spreading into the cave, and he instantly understood: "So it was these green-skinned creatures who did it!"
But then he had a question: "Why are they catching slimes? To eat them? Or... damn, are they mistaking them for Fiji Cups?"
"Holy crap, goblins are all the same, they're so wicked!"
"You inherently evil green-skinned brats, I'm going to kill you all right now!"
Zhou Qing was furious.
No matter what, he was a slime in the fantasy world, and these captured ones were his good brothers. How could he sit idly by and watch them be taken away by goblins to suffer?
Even though he was just wondering what his best friend tasted like.
But can these be the same?
Driven by the desire to avenge his good brother, Zhou Qing didn't hesitate any longer. He suddenly rushed out of the bushes, brandishing his training stick.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled thuds, crisp and clean.
The two goblins didn't even have a chance to react before their heads were smashed open, their brains splattering everywhere, and they collapsed limply to the ground.
"So weak..."
Zhou Qing glanced at the goblin's corpse and thought to himself, "Its strength is probably not even as good as Walking Mushroom's."
"Walking mushrooms are at least more robust than ordinary people due to their special structure. This goblin's physical strength is probably about the same as that of a human child."
However, he was not careless.
Goblins are tough to kill individually, but they are organized, have simple intelligence, and can use weapons. If they come in groups, even a walking mushroom is just a meal.
Zhou Qing stared at the goblin's corpse for a few seconds, then a thought suddenly popped into his head: "Can goblins be eaten?"
He nipped the idea in the bud as soon as it popped into his head.
"Forget it, humanoid monsters are too disgusting to look at, I have a bit of a psychological barrier to them."
"I'm still a normal person, I'm not that obsessed that I can't bring myself to do it."
Zhou Qing turned to look at the entrance to the cave, somewhat eager to try it out: "Shall we go in and take a look?"
Although the cave was cramped and the long staff couldn't be used effectively, he still kept a kitchen knife in his dark space.
If all else fails, he also has some martial arts skills.
As for being ambushed by goblins in a confined space?
Zhou Qing scoffed.
Unless there is some mutated goblin that can rival a first-tier martial artist, this weak monster that can't even break his skin can't hurt him at all.
As for the goblin's inferior weapons, given his physical strength, ordinary cold weapons couldn't even break through his defenses, let alone these broken wooden spikes and clubs.
Just as Zhou Qing lifted his foot to enter the cave, he suddenly sensed movement behind him.
Zhou Qing turned around abruptly and saw a human, less than 1.8 meters tall, emerge from the bushes beside him.
The man was dressed in light leather armor, wore a masked steel helmet, and held two gleaming short swords in his hands, looking like a proper adventurer.
The equipment combination is just a bit strange.
As the other person walked towards him, they mumbled something in a tone that sounded like a warning, trying to stop him from entering the cave.
Zhou Qing looked completely bewildered: "It's all gibberish, I don't understand a word!"
Seeing Zhou Qing's blank expression, the other party quickly realized the problem.
Language barrier.
He frowned, pondered for two seconds, and reached into the bag on his back to look for something.
But the moment his hand touched the strap of his bag, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly looked behind Zhou Qing, his mouth moving rapidly as if to warn him.
Even without his reminder, Zhou Qing had already sensed the wind whistling behind him.
"A sneak attack? These green-skinned things know how to launch sneak attacks? They have no sportsmanship!"
His body reacted faster than his brain, and he swung his training stick backward in a backhand motion.
"Bang!"
With a sharp crack, a goblin wielding a crudely crafted stone knife, who had just poked his head out to launch a sneak attack, was struck by a club, his brains splattering out, and he fell straight to the ground.
But this was just the beginning. Behind that goblin, countless green figures surged out, each wielding wooden clubs and stone knives, howling as they trampled over the corpses of their companions, and charged toward Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing was fearless. He stood at the entrance, swinging the stick left and right with both hands, like a human pile driver.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
One goblin at a time.
No goblin could withstand a single blow from him.