Lin Mo did not consider himself some saint overflowing with compassion, but he was still a normal person. Seeing such a scene, he could not help but be moved.
As an ordinary man, perhaps he lacked the strength to stop so many Goblins. But as a father, before drawing his last breath, he would never allow those monsters to harm his daughter.
Perhaps it was precisely because of his desperate efforts to buy time that Lin Mo had been able to arrive in time and save the girl from being violated.
But the situation was critical now. There was no time for sentiment or comfort. Lin Mo could only tell her to run in the direction they had come from before hurriedly leaving to search for the next Goblin.
The sky grew darker and darker, while the tragedy in Falling Leaf Village continued to worsen.
Although the guild notice had mentioned that Falling Leaf Village had recently suffered repeated Goblin harassment, and had assessed the village's danger level as high enough to mark the request as urgent, an attack on such a massive scale had still been beyond anyone's expectations.
There were simply too many Goblins...
So many that Lin Mo barely needed to search. Every short distance he traveled, he saw victimized villagers.
He managed to reach some of them in time and save them, but in more cases, all he could do was deal with the aftermath, leaving behind cold corpses strewn across the ground.
Similar scenes continued to unfold throughout the village.
"Son, go! You must live well!"
The farmwoman in coarse cloth shoved away her tearful young child, grabbed a wood-chopping knife, and charged at the Goblins without looking back.
"Grandpa, I'm scared..."
The toddler, still learning to speak, clung tightly to the elderly man. Beneath