When we get back to where the carriage was attacked, we burn the body and gather it where it was soiled with smell. There were three lizards trying to dig it back, so we underlay it with a special wood drop and knock it down with a stick.
"Get some food!... is the sea as good.
And then I check the southwest on the map and start running, and when I kept running for about 3 hours, the air mixed with the smell of the tide!
Stop your legs and check the map. The sea is already right there. Nearby, something like a fishing village appears on the map.
"I guess I'll be a little cautious... I don't think there's anything I can do to show off the item box, so I think I'll put some herbs in my sword and bag, some dried meat and a water bag. Money after... yeah, that's suspicious. You have money there, but you have too little stuff and it's not balanced. I don't have a choice.
You don't look like a traveler from anywhere. But if you come here without one of your luggage, it's going to be a hassle too. Hopefully someone will think that far...
Approaching a village-like location, a tall viewing deck made of surveillance trees stretches out into the middle of the village with a ladder so that you can see the surroundings, but nobody on top of it.
"... you don't have that thing lookout. There's no one at the entrance to the village... and I don't dare go.
Once inside the street through the entrance to the unpopular village,
"Is that, Mr. Goblins... could it have been during the raid?... Sorry to interrupt... I guess they won't let me get away with it.
There are more than 10 goblins inside. One of them's on a big pig, right? You look good. Shh! Goblins who turn to my words all at once and start making a fuss and instantly kill themselves. Right? The numbers are... 12345... 11... 16... a little high, huh?
"I prepared a bag for disguise because of it...
What a foolish way to pull the sword out of a bag that's going to get in the way of the fight into the item box.
"Come on, come on. Ahhh!
Ah... Dejab. I calmly wave my sword at the goblins coming apart without collaboration or anything, Hobgob. I know how powerful that is compared to you. But when I slashed the fourth one, I began to feel uncomfortable with the sword.
"Damn, it's not hanging up!... Shit, it's bloody...
Yes, killing a creature with a blade adds blood, which unexpectedly blunts the cut at once with high viscosity. It's also goblin this time, of course there's no health orientation for them. There's blood of Vietnamese viscosity in the unhealthy body that seems to float with oil.
I manage to reduce the number of goblins hitting or poking at the head that seems weak. Six more! So he moved. One goblin on a pig rushes in with an odd voice. That's more of a rodeo than a pig rider.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He seems very excited. Over 150 cm long, giant pigs and goblins come closer to Don as he raises the smoke.
"Hope.
The wood I took out was the heirloom's treasure knife cut out! The pig came in there...
Mesh! Dokan! Baggy!
"That?" "Bufo!?
Simultaneously with the stunning voice of me and the pig, the pig dances through the universe as he takes his legs and rotates forward with the momentum of the burst with the broken wood. Oh, wood on Goblin's face... not if that's what you're thinking. Desperately trying to dodge by flying.
"Ha!" "Bugah!!
I have a broken wood flank, and the pig and goblin go straight into the wall a few meters away. It feels like a defining moment in a car accident. In a quiet village. I do [heels] in pain ( I fell and got better while walking with all my strength) and manage to get up. The rest of the goblins are also stunned.
"I'm sorry, but it's a toddler, isn't it?
Removing another sword from the item box punctures the pig's neck thoughtfully. Still not deep enough, so I weigh in on the pattern and push in more swords. A pig that stops moving quietly.... the goblin you were on? You're breaking weird, aren't you?
"Then you have one more job to do...
Wave the sword out of the pig to shed blood. The rest of the goblins escape like it was switched on.
"I'm not letting you get away with this!
Slash one after the other and lay low. Three arrows flew in from somewhere where they changed their body direction in an attempt to chase the last goblin, one of which pierces the goblin.
Looking back at those who flew in arrows, he rode a horse and looked at six people with bows in metal armor.
"Oh... this smells like trouble.