Nightmare Points +2
The second fire goblin's life was fleeting. Lin Feng didn't draw his short sword; instead, he turned around, drew his dagger, circled around the tree, and leaped towards the goblin that had fallen into the trap.
Inside the spike trap, the goblin was lucky enough to only be pierced in the abdomen. The pain caused the small fireball in his hand to flicker a few times before turning into black smoke.
Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry to deal with the other party. He carefully passed through the darkness and came to the back of the screaming goblin. He reached out and twisted the goblin's thin arm, causing the screams to shake the leaves and drift towards the goblin settlement.
Gradually, a more ferocious look flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He grabbed the goblin's open mouth and plunged the dagger into its throat.
The screams stopped abruptly. Lin Feng dropped the corpse he had been staring at for a few seconds, climbed up the high ground above the trap, and hid behind a tree.
Touching the hard texture of the dagger, he could feel the coldness in his heart. Some hunting knowledge that had once made him physically resistant no longer stirred any ripples in his heart.
Is it due to datafication? So fear and aversion are also negative states that are being masked...
Or perhaps it's just a habit...
During his illness, he saw seven or eight people who had passed away before him...
As his thoughts raced, Lin Feng noticed a red figure approaching from behind the tree. His inner voice reminded him that it was time to act, and at the same time, he put an end to his thoughts.
'This is advantageous, and it's the fastest way to adapt to the nightmare space...'
With a muffled groan disappearing among the trees, Lin Feng quickly collected his loot.
"Goblin Molotov Cocktails *9"
"Goblin Loincloth *3"
"Mission 2: Kill 9/10 normal goblins, 3/5 fire goblins, and 2/5 ice goblins."
Lin Feng calmly collected all the valuable items from the Flame Goblin. After his body was covered in the strong scent of goblins, he went to the large tree closest to the settlement.
The trees around the Magic Flower Garden and the Goblin Settlement have been almost completely cut down, leaving only a few thick stumps.
Only two goblins remained guarding the settlement. They seemed oblivious to the screams that had just been heard, lying listlessly on either side.
Lin Feng had assumed they would follow him into the woods, but since they hadn't, he would have to find another opportunity.
By this time, it was completely dark, and the fire in the goblin settlement burned even brighter. The skeletons of wild animals hanging on the campfire could be faintly seen, and two elderly goblins with long white beards were throwing branches into the fire.
Lin Feng calculated in his mind, then suddenly shrank back, tightened his grip on the wooden shield, and approached the goblin settlement from the deserted side. He stepped over the fence and hid behind a goblin's thatched hut.
The thatched hut was about 1.5 meters high and emitted the stench characteristic of goblins. Its size perfectly concealed Lin Feng and further masked his smell.
There are still 12 goblins left.
After circling around the outside, Lin Feng could roughly see the remaining goblins in the settlement: 4 frost goblins, 4 fire goblins, 5 white-bearded goblins, and the rest were smaller, ordinary goblins.
The three Frost Goblins, who were probably guarding the Magic Flower during the day, were fast asleep. The other Frost and Fire Goblins were munching on leftover wild fruit in the thatched hut near the campfire, while the rest were either dozing in the thatched hut or squatting near the campfire.
Some of the other thatched huts also contained goblin daggers and Molotov cocktails.
Just as he was about to leave, the group that had gone out with the centurion returned from outside. The centurion, his face full of anger, kicked the goblin guard awake and yelled as he gathered all the goblins around the even brighter campfire.
12 + 28 = 40
A number popped into Lin Feng's mind: including those he had killed before, there were a total of 66 goblins in the entire goblin settlement.
When he looked again, the shouting centurion had stopped. He had divided all the goblins into four teams. The goblins in the teams were no longer lazy. They picked up their weapons and headed towards the forest, looking fierce.
A gloom gradually settled in Lin Feng's heart.
'Just as I thought. If we only focus on hunting goblins, we'll inevitably die in an encirclement.'
In the blink of an eye, these teams quickly ventured deep into the forest, leaving only a few flickering lights in the darkness.
'Tonight is the last chance...'
A dangerous thought flashed through Lin Feng's mind, his gaze fixed on the remaining goblins in the settlement.
Compared to the 12 goblins that stayed behind, now only the 3 dozing frost goblins, the 5 white-bearded goblins wielding goblin short swords, and the centurion pacing back and forth behind the campfire remain.
'Once tonight is over, the centurion will surely find those three fire goblins that died in the trap. Then... no one can sleep soundly next to our bed; the surrounding goblin settlements will definitely gather together.'
The dangerous thoughts in Lin Feng's mind grew stronger, and seeing the remaining numbers on the mission log, his killing intent towards the sergeant intensified.
'The detached troops are extremely vigilant, making it difficult to pick them off one by one as before. Taking out this centurion will give him more time.'
Having firmly made up his mind, Lin Feng immediately bent down and reached to the side.
The campfire in the middle of the settlement burned brighter and brighter. The centurion, tired of pacing back and forth, kicked aside a branch on the ground, plopped down by the campfire, and stared blankly at the flames.
The frost goblins were startled awake by the noise, but fearfully they didn't approach and all turned their heads to doze off again. The clever white-bearded goblin had already found a place far away to sit down. Except for one who occasionally went up to add firewood to the campfire, the others kept their distance, not wanting to become the centurion's target.
Lin Feng, who had been waiting quietly, moved his stiff limbs slightly. His gaze remained fixed on the white-bearded goblins. When he saw the goblins easily pick up their short swords, his initial underestimation vanished.
After waiting for a long time, the temperature in the forest gradually dropped. Lin Feng rubbed his cold arms and stared intently at the white-bearded goblins who were also cold.
The white-bearded goblins seemed to hesitate for a long time. Looking at the still furious captain behind the fire, they added one last bit of fire and then went into their thatched huts one after another.
These thatched huts are not clustered together; some are even located on the periphery. Perhaps it is a biological instinct that the old, weak, sick, and disabled naturally choose the most dangerous places to buy time for the younger generations.
Lin Feng silently memorized the order, his gaze lingering on the centurion for a moment longer.
With his anger subsiding slightly, the sergeant, who hadn't eaten all afternoon, returned to his thatched hut, took out some wild fruit, and sat back down by the campfire.
The temperature dropped significantly at this point. The large temperature difference between day and night in the forest not only made him feel unwell, but even his breath became clearly visible.
Lin Feng rubbed his arms together vigorously a few times, then crouched down and walked toward the thatched hut closest to him.
One Frost Goblin was sleeping here, and the other Frost Goblins were all fast asleep. Perhaps due to their elemental properties, they seemed oblivious to the cold of the night, each leaning against the thatched hut outside, sleeping soundly.
Their thatched huts were not located near the outer perimeter, but occupied three very important points, forming an angle with the centurion's position. This allowed them to escape the centurion's line of sight, giving Lin Feng the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Nightmare Points +2
Nightmare Points +1
Nightmare Points +2
With a slit to the neck and a cover to the mouth, the Nightmare Points entered Lin Feng's pocket after their corpses were pushed into the thatched hut.
As points continued to accumulate, the last white-bearded goblin suddenly woke up and went behind the thatched hut to urinate. Lin Feng appeared the instant it finished, skillfully covered its mouth, and dragged the twitching corpse to an empty thatched hut.
Nightmare Points +1
He pulled out a piece of cloth to wipe the dagger, and his gaze, hidden in the darkness, finally fell on the last centurion sitting in front of the campfire in the settlement.
The branches beside the campfire were gradually thrown into the fire, and the fire crackled and burned brightly. The centurion suddenly raised his head.
The snoring in the settlement ceased, and the old folks didn't come out to add firewood. In an instant, the sound of the campfire burning branches seemed to be choked, becoming much quieter.
The captain jumped to his feet, cautiously backing away from his thatched hut, raising his scimitar and letting out a low growl of terror.
After three seconds of silence, the sergeant received no response.
The branches in the campfire were burned and broken. The darkness, which stopped in its tracks by the firelight, was like a monster that devoured people's hearts, revealing its claws in the eyes of the centurion, trying to get closer to its body.
Just then, a pair of bright black eyes appeared behind the centurion. A cold glint flashed in those eyes, which reflected the firelight, and pierced towards the centurion's neck.
Sizzle!
The moment the cold glint pierced the captain's skin, Lin Feng felt a tremendous force strike him as a curved blade deflected the dagger from below.
In that instant, Lin Feng did not hesitate at all. He quickly retreated, bypassed several thatched huts, and disappeared into the darkness.
Terrified, the squad leader ignored his wounds and awkwardly twisted his arm to raise his scimitar and slash behind him. Unfortunately, he was too late; the force of the sudden burst of power caused him to stagger and nearly fall by the campfire.
"Wow!"
The furious voice, seemingly a threat, carried far into the darkness. The sergeant was panting heavily, a trickle of blood flowing from between his fingers as he clutched his neck. Just a hair's breadth away from piercing the sergeant's carotid artery with Lin Feng's dagger.
"Clang clang clang!"
The centurion slammed his scimitar against the stone at his feet, attempting to awaken any goblins that might still be alive with a violent clang.
"Clang clang clang!"
"Clang clang clang!"
The cleric's scimitar struck the stone one last time. His fear of the attacker intensified his panic. He could find no trace of the attacker, hear nothing, and smell nothing.
After a few breaths, the firelight dimmed a little. The quartermaster looked around, then chopped open the thatched hut in front of him and swept all the grass and wood into the fire.
His field of vision seemed to have expanded, but he became even more panicked.
Half an hour flew by. The quartermaster, drenched in sweat, kicked a few pieces of wood into the campfire, his hand gripping his scimitar trembling involuntarily. Time flowed on again, the fierceness in his eyes gone, his gaze occasionally lingering on the settlement gate through the campfire.
The surrounding temperature dropped again, and the sergeant once again chopped down a thatched hut and kicked it into the campfire.
The fire raged for a few moments, then the surrounding light suddenly brightened. The centurion turned his head sharply, and a tree branch fell to his feet on his left.
The clerk's tense nerves had just relaxed when a bad premonition made him hear a whooshing sound behind his head.
A huge black shadow and a giant demonic hand.
"Wow!"
The centurion, who had just turned halfway around, was terrified when a huge demonic hand grabbed his head.
"Sizzle!"
The dagger pierced the forearm of the centurion holding the knife.
This time, Lin Feng didn't attack the neck. Taking advantage of the fact that the centurion was firmly held by the demon hand with 10 points of demonic power, he released the Molotov cocktail between his fingers and poured it all over the man.
The Demon Hand lasted for three seconds. Lin Feng counted twice in his mind, dropped the bottle in his hand, and pulled out a stick from the campfire, throwing it back at the demon.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a new Molotov cocktail from his tattered bag and threw it at the centurion's feet again.
"Smack!"
The Molotov cocktail shattered, and flames erupted along the centurion's legs, engulfing him in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng didn't dwell on the outcome. After finishing everything, he stepped back towards the other side of the campfire.
At that very moment, Lin Feng, who had just taken a step, saw the other party raise his arm. Startled, he quickly raised his wooden shield and hunched over to block in front of him.
Bang!
A tremendous force came from Lin Feng's arm, and his body involuntarily fell backward, landing hard on his backside and sliding a short distance.
What incredible strength!
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and got up, relying on the advantage of data, he rolled a few steps to the side.
"Wow!"
The centurion roared in despair amidst the flames, watching from afar as only a third of his scimitar remained embedded in his shield, before collapsing backward.
Soon, the aroma of meat wafted out. Lin Feng drew the heavy scimitar from his shield and ran out of the settlement, arriving at the flowerbed where the magic flower was planted.
The magic flowers in the darkness emitted a faint blue light. Lin Feng quickly picked dozens of them, then took the goblin short sword he had hidden and left the area.
Nightmare Points +5
"Mission Two: Kill 14/10 regular goblins, 3/5 fire goblins, and 5/5 ice goblins."
Nightmare Points: 49
"Survival countdown: 3 days, 18 hours, and 18 minutes."
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