Falim's Urban Legend
The caravan passed through the woodland and arrived before the monster lair deep in the forest.
The members of the Red Dragon Group were soon stunned by the sight before them.
All around the magnificent giant tree, steeped in an air of decay, lay mutilated corpses.
The eyes above the corpses' heads were wide open, their pupils dilated.
Their gazes were filled with terror, as if their owners had never escaped that fear, even in death.
Many members of the Red Dragon Group swallowed hard in unison.
Although they had dealt with plenty of monster corpses and materials before, those had all been back at the Red Dragon Group's estate.
This battlefield, where the blood had yet to dry and a stench filled the air, was an entirely different matter.
The only ones who seemed to be handling it better were the old hands who had retired from adventuring.
They weren't particularly strong, but at least they'd had plenty of experience with goblin corpses.
After all, goblins had been the source of most of their livelihood back then. In a way, they'd been the people who put food on the table.
So these people were mostly just awestruck. More than two thousand goblin corpses strewn across the ground made for quite a spectacle.
Especially when they considered that the fighting had started after Gauss and the others entered the forest, and ended not long afterward.
Even slaughtering a pig in the countryside took longer than that, didn't it?
"Let's get to work."
Gauss cleared his throat, breaking them out of their wandering thoughts.
Compared with the battle, collecting the spoils was the far bigger undertaking.
The others looked at him as if waking from a dream, then quickly got to work carrying corpses and gathering supplies under