“Haha!” A man yelled throughout the field.

The voice was not from Chrisel, nor was it from the two females as it was not feminine. Instead, it was more of a slightly immature yet confident voice.

“Fear not lovelies, your handsome strong man is here!” The man yelled, acting like he was the hero from legends.

The one who wielded the bow looked at him with deep concern, as if he was mentally ill, belonging in a mental asylum. The other woman paid no attention to him as if she was used to these shenanigans.

“Well at least he will be of use,” the archer said under her breath, trying to pass off what he said. She began pointing her bow at the large group of goblins. Instead of using her dagger, she muttered words under her breath, causing an arrow to appear on her bow.

This arrow gleamed with a bright glow, as if it contained the sun within it, about to explode into a million pieces. Just like how it looked, the event that took place fitted it perfectly. The arrow shot out towards the goblins, but just as it was coming close to approaching the group it suddenly exploded, splitting into tens of arrows.

Many screams were heard, however, this was still not enough. While goblins were weak and small, they had a frightening power, reproduction. It did not

take long for most goblins to be born and the same was applied for growth.

Goblins were seen as the pest of living beings. Luckily, they did not spread to the sea, only staying on land, but even so their numbers will rise to a frightening number if kept unchecked.

Even though everyone expected there to be a horde of goblins, it was truly frightening to see goblins constantly rushing out of caves, homes, and running towards the others.

A constant stream of goblins kept coming through, with the arrow that the woman shot only killing the first wave.

Looking behind her back, she could see the man fighting against the two creatures by himself. Even though he was only distracting them, barely being able to deal damage, this was already an impressive feat as even D-ranked adventurers had a bit of trouble fighting against one by themselves.

Though it should be noted that the man behind her was a C-ranked adventurer. He belonged to the Flame Grass group, showing the strength he had.

Focusing on the horde in front of her she prepared her bow. If this was a steady stream of a few goblins she could handle it with her dagger and bow, however, she was forced to use mana to deal with the waves.

“I have to survive until reinforcements arrive,” she thought. Muttering the same words as before, another bright arrow shone through the area before releasing into the crowd.

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As she dealt with the horde, Chrisel and Cestelia were handling the Solo Goblin. Though it could be said that Chrisel was the only one moving through the field.

All Cestelia was doing was chanting without stopping while magic surrounded her. However, even though she seemed to be doing nothing she was actually playing a vital role.

While she was an impressive offensive magician, she also had talent in support magic. While support magic was as it implied, supporting those that you intend to support, its opposite was heavily related, making it easy for her to learn curses and magic related to debuffing her opponent.

If not for her, the human facing the goblin most likely would have been on the losing side in a matter of time due to the ferocious strength that the goblin contained. Though with Cestelia, the goblin’s speed was reduced and magic was cast on its arm, reducing the impact it could give to Chrisel.

With this, he was able to keep a constant balance between the two, with him having a slight advantage.

Despite it being a bit shameful, one person fighting with all their strength while the other fighting with heavy bags weighing them down, on a battlefield, all was fair, even the horrid and despised tactics.

“Hoom!” The goblin hissed at Chrisel, most likely trying to say, Human. While the goblin still had a lot of energy to fight, still not feeling weak at all, it knew that if he doesn’t do something sooner, he will most definitely die.

Even though they only fought for a small bit, the goblin pulled out a crystal from its pocket and crushed it.

While the crystal did not look familiar, Chrisel instantly knew that it was trying to get back up. Though he did not know from who.

Taking a second to look around, his face turned a bit grim. Right now, it was no longer a battle of attrition, but instead, it started to become a battle of reinforcements. Who will arrive first, his allies or the enemy?

Making sure that reinforcement comes, Chrisel tapped a communication device in his pocket and spoke to Len, the one overseeing the operation, “We need backup immediately. The Solo Goblin is trying to get back up from somewhere but I have no idea as to what.”

“Gaha,” the goblin said. Even though he did not understand its tongue, he was able to at least guess what it was saying. With its green dry face smiling with its brown-red lips, it most likely thought that it had the advantage over the situation.

Suddenly pushing forward, the goblin sped up his speed despite being weighed down and slashed at Chrisel with its knives.

With the air around them wobbling around, Chrisel’s face turned grim. While the goblin could be said to have tried, Chrisel immediately knew that the goblin had not used its full force at all.

As the goblin swung at him one after another the more he could see the groundbreaking. Each hit sunk his foot, causing him to repeatedly stabilize himself in fear of getting caught off guard or thrown down.

While Chrisel was strong, as strong as a C-ranked adventurer, he could tell that the Solo Goblin could possibly battle against a B-ranked adventurer! While the distance from C to B may not seem large, each rank represented a new value of strength or talent.

The higher the rank, the higher your strength grows exponentially. So while Chrisel’s allies did have quality adventurers and guards, with the ratio of kills by the allies compared to the enemies being higher, there were too many outliers. The goblin being one of them.

With Len’s group, the Flame Grass, taking out the goblin was not a problem at all. In fact, if the group ganged up on the goblin, while difficult to kill in a one and one battle, was an easy feat for groups like his who had to deal with similar situations.

But if it were not for the Bandit leader and the presumed person leading everything, the group would have gone all out long ago. But right now, Chrisel could only rely on the allied C-ranked adventurers and for other potential reinforcement to arrive.

As if a quest had been given to him, Chrisel’s main job right now was to survive: Survive against the mad animal while three people protected him. Like what had led up to this scenario, the battle of attrition had begun for Chrisel.