Taking out his dagger, Gauss cut off the left ears of every Goblin while casually finishing them off to prevent any from playing dead.
Because he had used Magic Missile so frequently, some Goblins' ears had already been blown to pieces.
Fortunately, this mission paid a fixed commission. He only needed to submit as many items as possible as a formality.
The sun continued baking the earth, and the entire Goblin village became unbearably foul.
Excrement, the bloody stench of blood, all manner of intestinal secretions, bile, and scattered organs lay strewn across the ground. Heated by the high temperature, their murky odors blended together and lingered throughout the camp, turning anyone's face green at a whiff.
Even Gauss found the stench hard to bear.
But he still had to finish up the commission.
Setting off, he searched every corner of the village.
He was not only collecting spoils, but also looking for any Goblins that might be hiding—or perhaps one or two surviving humans who had been captured.
Unfortunately, after searching all around, he found nothing else.
Apart from the few limbs on the rack, there was not a single survivor in sight.
How brutal. Did they kill everyone they caught and use them as food?
Judging by the thickness of the thighs, the murdered humans should have been several men.
There was no telling whether they had been hunters who made their living off the Emerald Forest, ignorant novice adventurers, or people these Goblins had gone out and hunted down on their own.
When it came to human men, Goblins handled them no differently from ordinary hunted animals: they were food to fill their bellies. If they were women, the process might be a little more complicated.
That was why Gauss had held fast to the belief of