Bang--!
Rustle rustle rustle--
"ya@#%&..."
Thud! Bang! Thud...
In the dim forest, the sounds of bodies hitting the ground rang out one after another.
As the goblins drawn over by the explosions fell one after another, the group hidden in the darkness emerged from the shadows.
"...That was the third wave. Those goblins must have noticed something's wrong."
Falan pulled down the wet cloth covering his mouth and nose, glanced at the goblins strewn across the ground, then turned to the teammates behind him and said:
"Move quickly. Deal with these guys before the reinforcements surround us!"
"Right, Enrique!"
Shalina nodded, then called out to her younger brother.
"Coming!"
Enrique drew the short sword at his waist and hurried after Shalina, harvesting the goblins on the ground.
These goblins, paralyzed by the poisonous mist, had no ability to resist at all.
All they had to do was stab the short sword into a goblin's neck and apply a little force to sever its cervical spine.
Then they pushed the blade upward, drove it into the back of the skull, and gently pried out the magic core.
In just a few minutes, the more than thirty goblins on the ground had all been dealt with.
"Whew~ Easy as pie..."
Enrique straightened up with a smile and casually wiped the blood from his face.
He shook the blood from his hand and tossed the magic cores to Shalina.
"That's the last one..."
Jingle jingle...
"Mm! Twenty-one magic cores out of thirty-three. Not bad luck."
Shalina shook the bag in her hand, then turned and called to Falan:
"Hey--Captain, we're done!"
"Got it. Give them to Bella first."
Falan called back, then turned to look at Moss, who was being led out by Lizbea, and asked anxiously:
"How is it going, Molly?"
"..."