Long journeys were always accompanied by tedium and boredom.
Especially when the caravan you were with had already drawn up a clear, detailed, and reliable route plan in advance.
Perhaps Xia Nan had been excited at first, his spirits high because he could experience the customs and scenery of another world.
But as the days of travel gradually stretched on, and the scenery beyond the carriage consisted of nothing but wilderness, hills, and unchanging thickets and shrubs, all that enthusiasm was worn away amid the jolting and the rumble of wheels.
From River Valley Town to Ram Horn Town, from the southeastern border of Climbing Cloud Province to the northern frontier of Sùbīn Province.
A full fifteen-day journey had gone so smoothly it was almost boring.
Not only had they not encountered a single unexpected incident outside the plan, even the bandit attacks they had long since prepared countermeasures for had never appeared.
For Xia Nan, who was traveling with the caravan, the things he looked forward to most in the last few days of the trip, aside from enjoying good food whenever they made camp and rested each day, were the scattered Green-skinned Goblins that attacked the merchant caravan.
Only amid the Goblins' shrill wails, bathing in blood and savoring the wonderful sensation of their gaunt bodies tearing apart in his hands, could he obtain a long-missed peace and release.
Unfortunately, the numbers of Green-skinned Goblins that attacked the caravan were usually not large, and the share allotted to him in battle was quite limited, nowhere near enough to quench his thirst.
Since he was carrying out the duties of a temporary guard, he could not abandon the caravan and go out alone to search for a Goblin Nest.
It was like a small cup of water to someone