"Let's talk about this later. I seem to have heard other voices just now. Leaves, you and Mushroom go and check. Perhaps someone is in need of assistance," Glen said, pointing in a direction with his other hand.

Indeed, he had heard a human's scream. Although it was extremely faint, he was certain he hadn't misheard.

"Very well, we'll go take a look right away," Leaves replied. Without hesitation, she transformed into a bird, grasped Mushroom, and flew towards the direction Glen had indicated.

After they had flown far away, Glen casually tossed the goblin in his hand to the ground. Subsequently, the Blazing Fang on his wrist reverted to its original form.

Under the terrified gazes of the goblins, who were unable to flee, the dragon - breath flames enveloped them.

On the other side, Leaves, in the form of a soaring bird, flew at great speed. After passing through a thick forest, she came across the person who had emitted the scream.

However, the person was already deceased. It was a brown - haired man, his body drenched in blood. Several goblins were holding deadly weapons, slicing at the man's flesh.

This was a rather large goblin tribe. Such brutal scenes were not solitary occurrences. There were countless corpses bound to wooden frames, belonging to various races, with humans being the most numerous.

The two young girls had never witnessed such a sight before and were immediately so horrified that they fell to the ground.

Glen had sent them away initially to spare them from the scene of his goblin - execution, yet it backfired, and they ended up encountering an even more gruesome spectacle.

The noise of their fall naturally reached the ears of the goblins. Turning around, they were delighted to see a large bird and human children.

Chattering in their guttural language, they advanced towards the two.

The visual impact of the previous scene kept replaying in the two young girls' minds, causing them to forget their current peril.

It was only when the goblins were right in front of them that they felt fear. Leaves intended to launch a magical counter - attack, but the spells that she was usually proficient in eluded her at this moment.

Just as the goblins reached out to seize them,

A massive pitch - black hand suddenly descended!

A group of goblins instantly turned into a mass of minced flesh.

Glen helped the two young girls up and gently embraced them.

"I... I was just frightened," Leaves said. The pallor on her face had not yet faded, but she still didn't want Glen to think she was incompetent, thus offering this explanation.

Glen released his hold on them and observed the two girls' expressions. It seemed they weren't overly traumatized to the extent of developing psychological scars.

This relieved him.

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These two children, around ten years old, were much bolder than he had anticipated.

Gazing up at the brutally slain human and then at the increasingly numerous goblins, Glen softly asked the two young girls,"Do you want to close your eyes?"

Leaves nodded resolutely."The teacher often recounts his past adventures to us. Although I've always yearned to be like him, I really don't feel well at the moment."

Mushroom remained silent but shook her head at Glen just the same.

"Very well, then please stand farther back, cover your ears, and under no circumstances look this way. It will give you nightmares," Glen said.

Glen faced all the warriors of this goblin tribe. He decided to attempt to wipe out the tribe without transforming.

A goblin clad in full metal armor roughly pushed aside its companions and stepped to the forefront.

It first roared a few times at the goblins behind it, as if scolding them, and then turned to Glen, baring a cruel smile and reaching for a human child's skull at its waist.

Its waist was adorned with a belt made of various animal skulls.

This was a blatant provocation to Glen.

Glen's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a cold smile, he lunged forward abruptly.

The goblin in armor had long been prepared for the opponent's attack. Its previous provocation was precisely aimed at this.

It was highly confident in its own prowess. Countless human warriors who thought themselves formidable had perished at its hands.

And Glen was the most diminutive human warrior it had ever encountered, so it naturally assumed Glen was insignificant.

However, the moment Glen unleashed his power, the goblin realized it had made a miscalculation.

It hastily raised the powerful shield in its hand to defend, but after a sharp screech of metal tearing, the shield, which was supposed to be indestructible, actually cracked.

The goblin in armor had no time to react before its body was seized by Glen.

One hand gripping the goblin's shoulder and the other grasping one of its legs, no matter how the goblin struggled, it couldn't break free.

While the other goblins were still hesitating whether to come forward to rescue, a scene that made their blood run cold and their souls tremble unfolded.

Because they witnessed their once - invincible leader being torn apart alive by this seemingly frail human!

Amidst desperate screams, the goblin leader was torn into several parts, and the scene was shockingly bloody!

The other goblins were terrified. What kind of demon was this?!

Especially the goblins at the front. Some collapsed limply to the ground, while others frantically pushed backwards.

Having survived in this land for so long, they had seen bloody scenes before, but they had never witnessed anyone tear a living goblin into pieces like Glen did.

They could empathize with how wretched and despairing their leader's screams had been.

However, the nightmare had only just begun. Glen, like a true ferocious wolf charging into a flock of sheep, embarked on a bloody massacre.

Among the goblins, there were naturally some brave souls who were not intimidated by the previous bloody scene and dared to lead their subordinates to charge at Glen.

But that only hastened their demise.

Glen hadn't had the opportunity to freely exhibit his martial arts like this for a long time, and he had never killed with such abandon.

Due to the Wolf's Bane's innate craving for bloodshed, once Glen gave in to this impulse, he felt a sense of addiction.

If not for the influence of the Wolf's Bane, Glen might soon have become numb and then nauseous.

When the battle concluded, Glen stood on a heap of goblin corpses, his body covered in blood, gasping for breath.

The most powerful force in this region was this goblin tribe, yet now it had been eradicated by a single human.

The excessive carnage seemed to attract the attention of something.

A phantom resembling a centipede flashed by, and immediately, black spiritual entities emerged from the goblin corpses on the ground. They converged, exuding overwhelming resentment.

These spiritual entities were visible only to Glen. If he couldn't withstand the attacks of these evil spirits, he would lose his sanity and become a madman.

But Glen merely glanced up at the vengeful evil spirits. His heaving chest gradually stilled, and his expression quickly returned to normal.

It was as if the one who had just massacred the tribe wasn't him.

As a result of this change, the evil spirits dissipated even before they could launch an attack.

How did they disappear?..." Glen had been preparing to face the attack. He didn't expect that by merely adjusting his state of mind, the opponents vanished. At the same time, he was also pondering the centipede - like creature from before.

What was that thing that had just appeared? How could it conjure up those evil spirits?