The three of them were not very sober, and felt that since the other party was fighting, it was naturally the other party's overall combat effectiveness was stronger. Now that I think about it carefully, although I haven't figured out the basic situation, I already feel a little depressed.

On the one hand, they didn't want to be cut by this group of goblins, losing the prey they had harvested today and some of the materials they were carrying, and on the other hand, in order to let out a bad breath, in a few words, the three of them turned back directly.

After a while, the trio made a detour back to the vicinity of the town where they were temporarily stationed.

Generally speaking, if you are attacking a goblin gathering place, you always have to watch out for traps. Finding your way with a long weapon is the best option, but now that the three of them have only been away for a few minutes, it doesn't have to be like that.

In just a moment, the bonfire in the humble camping place of the three of them had been extinguished.

"Luckily, they still have some left. Fafer was so fierce that he didn't care even if there was no fire, and he gestured to tell his companion.

The three of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief, they were a little afraid that the other party would retreat quickly after the robbery. If that happens, they'll have to choose one of the goblin nests to return and attack.

The three adventurers slowly approached, looked at each other, and then Romon began to count the seconds with gestures.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Kill!" Nick let out a low growl, sword in hand, and rushed out first. The goblins who were tidying up their things not far away were suddenly startled and shouted in a chaotic manner. When they saw Nick's appearance clearly, they suddenly showed a look of horror.

Obviously, although it was still night, goblins could still see clearly in the dark like humans. So, the goblin meat shield that Nick was tied to his hand really scared them.

Romon and Fafer also followed with their weapons.

After a few moments of hand-to-hand combat, there were no more standing goblins in sight.

"It's weak. Nick complained, apparently because of the weakness of the enemy, which made him feel even more that the act of retreating was a stain on his life.

Romon was busy mending the knife and cutting his scalp, and ignored him.

"Hey, hey. Fafell smiled, picked up a few throwing spears on the ground, and asked Romon, "How many are lying on the ground?"

"Yes, there are about a dozen of them, but a few have escaped. Romon finished mending every goblin he could find on the ground, weighed the small cloth pocket in his hand, which contained eight bloody scalps, and sighed, "Click how many things are left, after the goblins have turned over, it is really miserable." ”

"My bow is still there, but I can't find any arrows. Fafer rummaged through the collapsed tent for a moment, frowning. Although his bow was a short bow, it was not yet suitable for the goblin's physique, but the arrow was a sharp iron tool, and who knows what it would look like by the goblin's disgusting handy.

"It's bad luck, maybe our meat has been ruined. Nick crouched on the ground, his burly body curled up in a ball, and complained a little depressedly.

"It doesn't matter, at most it will be washed and sold to Aunt Heather's inn. Fafer said, then sighed, "It's a pity I didn't eat more." ”

"That's how you eat it. Romon rummaged through the goblin's corpse, "Do you need more to eat?" he found a cloth bag and opened it to see that it was full of iron arrowheads, "Found it!" he beckoned to Fafer, "your arrows." ”

Fafer took it and frowned, "Why did it all come off?"

"Maybe it's going to be attached to a wooden stick and made into a throwing gun. Romon shrugged. "Who knows what these little things think?"

"Well, let's tidy things up. Fafer also gathered up and asked Romon, "If we leave now, when will we be able to return to town?"

"It's not good to walk now, and it's going to be very dark before dawn. Romon counted the time, "It's probably going to be just in time for the town to open in the morning!"

"It's okay when it's dark," Fafer said, packing his things, "I still want to get back to town and get a good night's sleep." After a while, he suddenly felt strange, "Nick, don't sit still, come and help clean up~"

"He's not going to fall asleep. Romon also felt strange.

Fafer walked over and reached out and nudged him, "Nick, Nick?"

Then Nick squatted and fell limp, falling to the ground.

Originally...... Everything is pretty good.

Romon asked his friends Farfell and Nick to go out on an adventure, because the three of them were well prepared, and it didn't take long to hunt two elk, and although they encountered a goblin night attack on the cutting path, they were also killed by the three of them together. As soon as they return to town, the trio will receive a bounty of more than 50 silver coins, which is already not bad.

But soon, that is, in a few words, the originally good situation immediately took a sharp turn.

After Nick fell again on this day, Fafell and Romon knew that something was wrong with him, no matter how bad their eyesight was.

"What's going on?" Faffel was anxious when he saw his friend's pain, "what should we do?"

"We went back to town to find the pastor. Romon put his hand on his forehead, he also had a headache, and the thought of carrying Nick back to town made him feel depressed.

The population of the town is only seven or eight hundred, and it will take less than half an hour for everyone to know the slightest disturbance. Yesterday three young men went out on an adventure together, and a day later they were two people carrying a wounded man back, and it would be difficult to move others if they wanted to take people on adventures together.

No, we shouldn't go back to the town to find the priest, Romon weighed it repeatedly, and then retorted, "We're in the forest now, and we're going to find the druids." ”

He looked for a reason: "Nick is in a bad situation right now, the sooner he gets treatment, the better." ”

"Yes, Romon, you know Master Jerfa," Fafer listened, and was very approving, after all, the druid's treatment was also good, "We're going to find Master Jerfa." ”

The two made a stretcher and were guided by Romon to find the druid's hut in the forest.

Although Druid Jefa also has a residence in the town, he prefers to live in the forest and touch the plants, although it is also possible that he lives near the altar of the goddess in order to teach the new druids.

Because the hut is located in the shallow part of the forest and is very close to the town, if the three of them fail to find the druid in the hut in the forest, they can continue to return to the town without taking many detours.

However, Romong's luck was not bad.

Soon, they were near Master Jerfa's hut. It's a great place to be, with a natural feel to the surroundings that makes Romon feel comfortable.

"Dark!" Near the hut, Romon meets a wolf raised by Master Jefa. Romon turned to Fafer and said, "Duck is the teacher's dog, since it is here, then my teacher must be there too!"

"Uh-huh!" Fafer replied reluctantly, looking at Duck with some fear. Although it has a tame-sounding name, its shape is really not docile.

It was a big dog, a very big black dog, the size of a calf. The black short hair was shiny and shiny, and the muscles under the fur were bulging high and high, apparently well cared for. In particular, its eyes are dark and bright, as if they can speak.

"Fafer, put the stretcher down first. Romon crouched down as he spoke. Fafer had no choice but to squat in the same way, otherwise the wounded lying on the stretcher would be thrown down.

"Dark. Romon squatted down and said, "I'm going to see the teacher now, can you let me pass." ”

Although Romon spoke smoothly as usual, to Fafer, his tone was almost solemn, and he suddenly felt that he suddenly had a little headache.

"Druids have a lot of contact with flora and fauna, and sure enough...... Well, it's really weird. Fafer frowned, he had a hard time understanding the situation like this.

Fafer endured his surname, watching Romon communicate with the big black dog called Duck for a while, he was faintly impatient, and could only try to take care of the old man on the stretcher and relieve some of his anxiety.

"We can get over. After waiting for a while, Romon turned to tell him.

When you get to someone else's place, it's common to make a report first, but through a big dog...... Fafer pursed his lips, feeling so strange in his heart that he had to be ashamed of himself.

The two of them carried the stretcher and followed the big dog, and before they had walked a few steps, Fafer was a little unable to resist his curiosity, and leaned forward slightly to suppress the voice and wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, he swallowed it back.

There was no word along the way, and after a while, Fafer saw an open field in the dense forest. "It's beautiful!" he admired inwardly.

"It's almost time to get there!" said Romon as he finally reassured himself that it would be miserable if there were any more attacks along the way.

In the middle of the dense forest, the trees are sparse and pine, and there is a small wooden house among the sparse trees. The creek flowed through the riverbed in front of the house. The morning light shines through the dense foliage of the treetops, and the dappled spots of light scatter diagonally on the ground.

Fafer felt that he could vaguely see the figure in front of the house, unrecognizable in the mottled green background.

The small steps of the big dog Duck gradually picked up, and he ran faster and faster, jumped over the stream, and crouched directly at the feet of the druid.

When the two approached, they carefully lowered the stretcher.

"Teacher!" Romon saluted nervously, looking respectful. This was the first time he had actually met this middle-aged druid. Before, Romon had no source of information other than a few simple impressions in his memory. No, it seems to have been seen in illusory dreams.

Romon still vaguely remembers that it didn't seem to be a good dream, and maybe even a nightmare.

But this is a dream, a fantasy in the heart, after all.