Hobgoblin Mugo had never heard of such an ability, but he knew that humans possessed special abilities known as "Innate Abilities."
He only knew that the young human standing before him must be an outstanding figure in the human world.
Facing the cautious glances that occasionally surfaced in Hobgoblin Mugo's eyes, Saelran did not care much.
Who would care about a dead goblin?
After seeing all the information, how could Saelran possibly allow the hobgoblin to leave alive?
Although this hobgoblin had voluntarily helped with farming, Saelran felt no need to seek any moral justification for killing him.
In this forest, life and death were not measured by right or wrong, but by strength and risk.
Allowing a single witness to live meant opening the possibility of information about him spreading, and that was a variable he did not want to face.
The only reason Hobgoblin Mugo was still alive was to provide Saelran with the location of goblin colonies on the outer edge of the forest.
The next day, Saelran carried Hobgoblin Mugo and continued his level grinding project.
However, he had already wiped out most of the goblins in this area, and reality was not a game. Goblins aren't wild NPCs that spawn in just one spot.
Half a month passed.
Even the dumbest goblin would realize that a creature designed specifically to slaughter them had appeared in the forest.
So after one hour, Saelran only gained about two hundred experience points, a significant drop compared to his previous efficiency.
"Are you sure there are no other goblin tribes around here?" Saelran asked as he threw Hobgoblin Mugo in front of him, his cold gaze fixed on the other.
"No… Human Lord."
"You have killed all the goblin tribes here, Human Lord."
The hobgoblin pressed his hands to the ground, his head lowered. His voice trembled as he spoke, then he cautiously added,
"More goblins need to move deeper into the forest."
Thud.
Saelran flicked his wrist and drove the iron sword into the soft ground. He lightly tapped the hilt, sinking into thought.
He would never dare to enter the depths of the forest.
Dealing with orcs was not a problem, but dealing with grunnfangs, which were even stronger than ogres, would be extremely troublesome.
His strongest method of attack was physical, but against grunnfang with their powerful regeneration, the damage from physical attacks would be greatly reduced.
In the game, the regeneration speed of grunnfang was already terrifyingly fast. If a player was below level thirty, fighting them was equivalent to seeking death.
It was horrifying to watch as the boss monster's HP bar continuously recovered.
At the very least, fire attribute attacks were required to counter the grunnfang's super regeneration.
Even if Ogloo's HP reached zero, he would recover again if his super regeneration was not nullified.
This terrifying regenerative ability was the natural enemy of warrior type classes.
Thinking of the grunnfang's powerful regeneration, Saelran decided not to provoke them.
This decision was not born of fear, but of caution.
Saelran preferred to play it safe rather than bear unnecessary risk. He would only fight when he was confident of victory.
According to Captain Dalron, many adventurers died not because they were weak, but because they challenged things before their time.
Moreover, the Eastern Ruler was at least level thirty, far beyond Saelran's current capabilities.
"Could it be that the commotion I caused on the outskirts has already been noticed by the grunnfang?" This thought flashed through Saelran's mind, a serious look appearing in his eyes.
"Let's go."
Grabbing Hobgoblin Mugo, Saelran continued searching for goblins and monsters in the forest.
He had no intention of venturing too deep into the forest. If anything unexpected happened, he could immediately retreat from the outer area.
The supplies he had prepared for a month were almost exhausted.
However, the forest was not lacking in wild animals. Saelran had three wild boars stored in his inventory box, so he did not need to worry about food.
Even the dwindling water supply was replenished by the small river.
Saelran still needed about three thousand more experience points to raise the Genius class to level ten. Although experience gains had slowed, it would only waste one or two days at most.
…..
Meanwhile, in the eastern region of Arkenwald Forest, in a forest clearing.
A "forest clearing" did not refer to a canyon or any special terrain, but to an area within dense forest that was not covered by trees.
For example, a wide area of dead trees, or land left behind by a fire, could be called a forest clearing.
This area was a hill extending from the Valenca Mountains, seamlessly merging with the forest.
Logically, such terrain should not affect the growth of trees, but at present, most of this area was barren.
Even where trees existed, they were damaged. Some appeared to have been cut down and scattered randomly, others were uprooted and thrown to the ground like debris, and still others were shattered into fragments of broken wood.
In short, not a single tree in this area was intact.
It was completely devoid of vegetation. At the very bottom of the hill stood a massive cave, four to five meters tall, strikingly conspicuous.
This cave was the dwelling of the Grunnfang.
Grunnfangs and orcs shared similar lifestyles. They had no high requirements for their living environment, but they preferred to live in dark, damp caves.
For the grunnfang, who also possessed night vision, the dark cave environment posed no obstacle.
There were no grunnfangs guarding the cave, because no monster dared to attack this area.
However, at this moment, outside the cave, two hobgoblins about one and a half meters tall, with light bluish green skin, waited anxiously. They glanced into the depths of the cave from time to time, their bodies radiating fear.
For hobgoblins, who were reserve food for the grunnfang, standing here was equivalent to gambling with their lives.
The damp smell of the cave, mixed with the stench of dried blood and wet soil, was a clear warning of what usually happened to weak creatures that lingered too long near a grunnfang lair.
Before long, a goblin, only about the height of an ordinary human child, sluggishly emerged from the cave.
Judging by his lighter skin and his sharp, drooping ears, this goblin was clearly also a hobgoblin, just not yet fully grown.
The two adult hobgoblins guarding the cave entrance, their tense and fearful expressions now showing shock and joy, hurried forward.
"Mugi, you… you are all right?" one hobgoblin stammered, asking anxiously.
They were hobgoblins from the Jike tribe, and Mugi was the fourth son of the tribe chief.
"This is too dangerous."
"Doing this will get you eaten by the grunnfang." The other hobgoblin spoke with the same worried and concerned tone.
Mugi looked at the two hobgoblins, giving an awkward and weary smile.
The two hobgoblins, who did not seem particularly foolish, understood something from Mugi's expression, but they did not feel the same sense of resentment.
They did not seem surprised.
"Grunnfangs do not care about things like that. They only see us as food."
One hobgoblin whispered, secretly glancing toward the depths of the cave as he spoke, then retreating in fear.