I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 86 Addicted to Killing

Now that you mention it, that makes sense.

Cyrion, mimicking old Baggins, reminisced about the past, "Back when I was a new adventurer, I was envious of goblins and wanted to kill them day and night."

"Killing is a human instinct, which is constantly suppressed by reason."

Lyle analyzed from his perspective, "You must not be too lenient, or you will be abandoned by Mother Nature."

"This is my first time killing someone..." Joffrey sighed. "Never mind, let's not talk about this."

"Just do it!!!"

Gru let out a howl, startling the kobolds leading the way.

"Kid, killing when you want, attacking when you want—that's what an adventurer is all about! Otherwise, you might as well become a monk!"

"..."

Wilder thought Gru made a good point and agreed with him.

The problem is, he wasn't addicted to killing at all!

All he wanted was experience.

But experience involves systems, which he couldn't explain.

"Okay, I admit I'm addicted to killing."

Wilder simply gave up struggling and said in despair:

"I will try my best to restrain myself, but I think I can't hold back today. I hope you can let me have the last blow."

Several teammates said there was no problem.

At this moment, the snoring was getting closer and closer.

As the tunnel came to an end, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a spacious area of ​​about 500 square feet (50 square meters).

Besides the bluestone bricks and pebbles we saw along the way, there are also a few simple pieces of furniture on display here.

A stone table was set with several earthenware bowls and wooden wine cups, and a viscous liquid remained on the table, which smelled like wild fruit wine.

Five or six stone benches were irregularly placed around the stone table.

The two wooden plank beds must have been made just in the last couple of days; the air was still filled with the smell of pine resin.

On the bed lay two muscular, giant kobolds, more than twice the height of other ordinary kobolds.

The leader of the kobolds.

It is said that they are the result of genetic mutation, and there are also rumors that the kobolds were killed by the bear goblins, which resulted in this breed.

But in any case, they are indeed more powerful.

Not only do they possess a stronger physique and greater strength, but they also wield abilities similar to those of barbarians.

【violent】

Therefore, there are also rumors that the kobolds were killed by barbarians.

It is generally used to insult barbarians.

At this moment, Old Ha, the kobold who was leading the way, walked to the wooden plank bed and respectfully said to one of the leaders:

"Haba, Habala haha ​​la haba."

(Chief, I have brought you a distinguished guest.)

"...Laha?"

(...distinguished guest?)

The leader was clearly still half asleep, muttering as it barely opened one eye and looked ahead.

The cave was shrouded in shadows under the light of a kerosene lamp.

Behind the kobolds, he vaguely saw four unusual figures.

Humanity?

Did the kids catch that?

They're quite capable...

and many more.

It looks like someone is drawing a bow and arrow. Is he not tied up?

It looks like it's aiming at me...

Hey!

It immediately realized what was happening and tried to get up, but it was too late.

"call out!!!"

The arrow left the bowstring and arrived in the blink of an eye, instantly piercing its left arm.

"Aww!"

The kobold let out a painful roar.

Fortunately, the arrow missed its mark and didn't hit any vital areas, so it seems the archer wasn't very good...

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, the three arrows were fired almost simultaneously.

The kobold leader immediately rolled away to avoid it.

But the arrow was faster than it moved.

The three arrows struck its left and right calves and right arm, respectively.

The kobold leader was struck by an arrow in each of his four limbs, rendering him immobile. This was Lyle's strategy to save Wilder for his final blow.

Unpretentious.

"Aww!!!"

The kobold roared, its eyes turning blood red, and crackling sounds emanated from its body—the sound of its muscles bulging and bursting through its scales.

[Berserk] made it temporarily forget the pain in its limbs, allowing it to move freely again, baring its teeth and claws as it charged at the ranger who had shot it.

Just then, a ghostly black shadow suddenly approached.

The cold blade flashed around in the cave.

It was still the limbs, and the same wounds from before.

"Aww!!!"

The kobold leader fell to the ground again, shouting:

"Ha-ba-ha ya-ha-ha-ya-ba-ha!"

(Go and kill these humans!)

However, the eight kobolds, including Old Ha, stood frozen in place, motionless.

How can friends hurt each other?

Kobolds might be able to do it, but a controlled kobold cannot.

At this moment, the kobold leader on the other bed was finally awakened by the noise and groggily opened his eyes.

"...Bahamut?"

(What happened?)

It received no reply, but instead a silver snake-like one-handed sword approached it, swift and ruthless, aimed straight for its throat.

Even if the kobold leader is weak, it's still a difficult-level monster; it shouldn't be so weak that it can't withstand a single attack.

With its decent agility, it quickly picked up the spiked club from the ground, held it horizontally in front of its chest, and blocked the attack of the one-handed sword.

But Cyrion remained calm and composed, as if he had expected it to be able to block it. He didn't make any further moves, simply using his one-handed sword to press down on its spiked club without giving an inch.

"roar!"

A roar rang out behind the kobold.

The next second, the shadow of the long-handled battle axe loomed over its face, making it smell the scent of death.

Finished!

However, the long axe changed its trajectory in mid-air and finally landed on its shoulder.

"Bang!"

Vertical slash

It chopped off the kobold's right arm.

"Aww!!!"

It let out a heart-wrenching howl, its whole body trembled violently, and a crimson color spread from the depths of its eyes.

"Bang!"

Another sound.

The kobold's "Berserk" ability hadn't even fully activated when its right arm was cleaved off.

Blood gushed from the wounds on both sides of his shoulders, a spectacular yet bloody scene.

"Gru! You fucking went too far! You killed Wilder directly, how are you going to finish him off?"

Cyrion cursed and sheathed his one-handed sword.

This kobold leader has lost both arms and is completely incapable of fighting even when it goes berserk.

Its only threat now is dying too soon.

"Don't worry, this beast has already gone berserk. Even if it bleeds out, it can still catch its breath in this state."

Cyrion shook his head helplessly and looked towards Joffrey.

The wanderer was placing a sharp dagger against the neck of another leader, rubbing it repeatedly, it was unclear whether he was wiping the blade or intimidating him.

Lyle's bow was always fully drawn, and the arrow was aimed directly at the leader's brow.

In less than a minute, the situation was completely under control.

"Aww!!!"

Old Ha suddenly let out a howl, his whole body trembled, and his eyes regained their light.

Following Xiao Ha, it's time for its "quick friend-making" feature to arrive.

It regained its ferocious appearance, looked around, and seemed intent on taking revenge.

"..."

In its vision, there were its dazed tribesmen, its chieftain with his throat slit, and another chieftain lying in a pool of blood, his arms gone.

in the end……

What happened?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three deep pink missiles flew toward its head from a distance.

Before it could even see who it was, its head had already been blown to pieces.