After passing through the jungle, Horn saw the red clay village in the distance.

It was a remote village with a small hill backed by a small hill. There were about a dozen thatched huts in the village. Outside the house was surrounded by a circle of logs nailed into the soil. Outside the wooden wall were pieces of cultivated fertile fields, which looked unique in the pastoral style.

When Horn saw the rising smoke from cooking fires, he found the villagers watching at the village gate. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the hiding woods.

Seeing a stranger coming to the village, the villagers guarding the village gate turned around and shouted, as if notifying someone.

When he walked through the farmland to the entrance of the village, several villagers holding farm tools came towards him, surrounded by a hunter with a hunting bow hanging on his waist. The hunter's hair was gray, but his spirit was very good, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

The old hunter looked at Horn alone, looking a little confused: "Foreigner, are you an adventurer invited by York?"

"I am indeed an adventurer, but I was not invited, and I brought bad news," Horn met with the alert villagers, took off the cloth bag at his waist and opened the bag.

He looked down and saw the goblins' ears in the bag. The old hunter gritted his teeth and his temples bulged.

Horn continued: "I came from Deer Antlers and met these goblins on the road. Before I met me, these goblins ambushed a man. I think that man might be York in your village."

The villagers were suddenly in anger. The old hunter was calm, but he also frowned.

"Silence, everyone."

After helloing the villagers, the old hunter looked at Horn, showing a friendly and even a bit of flattering smile: "My Adventurer, thank you for the news you brought, I don't know you..."

The old hunter rubbed his hands with a frown, looking a little embarrassed. He gritted his teeth: "I wonder if the adults have seen that bag of gold coins. It was fundraising for our village to deal with goblins."

"Do you think the goblins will leak gold coins?"

Horn broke the fantasy of the old hunter with one sentence. The wrinkles between his eyebrows were squeezed tighter, and the breath of sadness spread among the villagers.

"What should we do? We finally got together twenty gold coins."

The villagers whispered, and the old hunter understood that the breakthrough point was on the adventurer in front of him.

"My Adventurer, can I take the liberty to ask you about your purpose in the forest?"

If you say that you come specifically to help hunt goblins, this will only make the villagers confused, not be grateful. After all, you are not a Paladin with his own halo of justice.

Thinking of this, he had an idea in his mind.

"I originally thought of collecting herbs and cooking wild game in the forest, but I think you seem to be in trouble. Let's talk about the trouble in detail. Maybe I can help you."

When the villagers heard that a strange adventurer passing by was willing to help him, they immediately felt good about Horn.

"The story has to start the day before yesterday," the old hunter sighed: "The afternoon before yesterday a villager in our village disappeared in the field. We found blood and goblin footprints on the scene, and it was there."

As he said that, the old hunter pointed to a piece of farmland, which was the most edge of a village, next to the forest, and belonged to the most susceptible to attack.

"I took the hunting dog and the peasant woman's husband, York, into the forest for revenge. As a result, I encountered seven goblins and had to retreat."

"I thought they were just a larger group of wandering goblins. Early yesterday morning, York and I took more people into the forest to search. After searching for more than a day, we finally found the group of goblins at dusk, but they were a tribe."

The old hunter looked scared: "More than 40 goblins, and old goblins who can use magic. Fortunately, we retreated in time and only lost a brave hunting dog..."

"Wait," Horn interrupted the old hunter: "Tell me in detail about the old goblin, what magic it uses, what effect is, and don't make any omissions, it's very important."

"Fireball, egg-sized fireball..."

According to the old hunter's description, he was sure that this was a goblin elder who mastered several primary magic such as [secondary fireball] and [crazy Technique], but he should not have mastered intermediate magic.

If this goblin elder has mastered intermediate magic, then the tribe it controls should be a medium goblin tribe with more than a hundred people.

"Sir Adventurer, I would like to ask you to return to Deer Enchantment Town and tell the town mayor what happened here," the old hunter gritted his teeth: "We will collect twenty more gold coins."

"Things are not as pessimistic as you think. I can help you get these goblins."

The old hunter looked at Horn. He didn't understand why the adventurer in front of him was so confident: "Sir, that's a whole goblin tribe, you..."

The meaning of the old hunter is self-evident: Can you beat him?!

"Fighting head-on, I'm not a match for the Goblin Tribe, but I'm a magician," Horn stretched out his index finger and recited a brief spell. A bright light lit up at the tip of his index finger.

Light Technique!

The villagers looked at Horn with surprise, and the children who were poking their heads out of the window looked at stars.

Magicians are very rare professions, often either rich or noble. Most villagers have never seen magicians in their lives, but they have heard of legendary stories of magicians more than once.

In the folk in Nord Hill Continent, magicians are synonymous with wisdom, and they are nicknamed magicians by other professions.

Cultivating a qualified magician requires much more resources than other professions. If a warrior is a martial arts student who has been effectively sent to a martial arts school for one or two years, then a magician is a top student who has been studying for nine years of compulsory education to postdoctoral students.

Text, mixed martial arts, mainland history, common sense of geography, monster illustrations, etc. are just the basics. Magicians also need to learn a series of advanced knowledge such as complex mathematical knowledge, profound magic theory, etc.

In addition to the necessary knowledge, many magicians also learned a creative craft, such as potions, inscriptions, and alchemy, and Horn chose potions.

Of course, his current level of potion is only the apprentice level, otherwise the mage organization would not have driven him out.

"I will configure a powerful anesthetic. The materials are not difficult to find. There are in the forest outside the village," Horn shrugged indifferently: "If this method doesn't work, there will be no big loss. Once successful, it will solve all the troubles."

Given the prestige accumulated over the years of magician profession, Horn's proposal was supported by the villagers, and the old hunter invited him to his home, and the villagers went into the jungle to look for herbs.

In just half an hour, he had gathered all the medicinal materials he needed.

Horn asked for an empty room and spent half an hour to configure the anesthetics. It was a can of emerald green liquid. Since there was no professional filtration tool, there were fine precipitation at the bottom of the liquid.

Next, we have to find a way to send anesthetics into the goblin's stomach.

He looked at the ray of sunlight coming in outside the window. It was about 1:00 p.m. and there was still plenty of time.

Accompanied by the old hunter, Horn wandered around the village with the potion, and he saw the flock of sheep chewing on the fence.
Chapter completed!