Since there were no high-level Goblins in sight, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Rowan held his sword with both hands and charged in, hacking and slashing wildly.
It was like slicing through melons and vegetables, one sword strike for each.
Numerous Goblins wailed and shrieked, and there were even Goblin archers firing arrows from a distance.
Unfortunately, these attacks could not break through Rowan’s defense.
Although Rowan’s armor was tattered, his inherent defense was extremely high, at least comparable to an ordinary level 20 class specialized in defense.
He moved as if in an empty land, hacking and killing over a dozen of them.
Just as the Goblins were being slaughtered into cowardice, a Goblin taller than the common ones appeared.
That was the leader of the tribe.
Goblin Warrior, Level 8.
Rowan’s expression turned serious.
Level 8 strength could not be underestimated.
How could such a formidable Goblin appear in this tiny Goblin tribe?
Shouldn’t that only be possible in a Goblin tribe of a thousand?
Never mind, a higher level is fine, as it means more experience.
Besides, no matter how high its level, it was still just a Goblin; an 8th-level Goblin was not as strong as a 7th-level Ogre.
[ Goblin (Monster) ] [ Level: 8 ] [ Justice Value: -100 ] [ Class: Goblin (Lv8) ] The opponent let out a loud roar, rushed over, and swung its wooden club at Rowan’s thigh.
He didn’t know if his defense could withstand it without injury, but Rowan had no intention of taking the blow head-on, so he circled behind it and reached out to touch it.
“Degradation!” Its life force was drained away, and a strange power rampaged inside its body.
As if cursed, its body rapidly collapsed toward ruin.
The Goblin’s body went limp, and it fell to the ground, shattering instantly.
[ Experience + 400 ] Trash.
The experience points were actually not as good as a 7th-level Ogre, and the energy obtained was also slightly less than an Ogre’s.
Too weak.
He casually collected the corpse.
The surroundings were silent.
The Goblins only saw this terrifying human scanning the area with bloodthirsty eyes, and those guys finally couldn’t take it anymore.
Even though the opponent was only one person, and even though they had dozens of people on their side, the thought that they were no match for him began to rage in their hearts.
Panic spread rapidly, and they began to flee.
But Rowan would not let them go; he chased after them, cutting down a Goblin with every strike.
He began to hunt down the remaining Goblins, trying his best to kill every single one of them.
Although Rowan had charged and killed as quickly as possible, about a dozen still escaped, and he didn’t know where those guys had run off to.
He was a bit disappointed, but there was no helping it.
These guys were small, numerous, and not slow; trying to stop them all was simply unrealistic.
A Goblin tribe was actually just a chaotic junkyard of all sorts of things; only the leader had a triangular structure that barely resembled a house.
Ordinary Goblins had almost no intelligence, but after growing to the second rank, they would gain some intelligence, more or less.
Inside the dilapidated triangular wooden hut were things like animal hides, which were already rotten and worthless, but Rowan found a few stones.
These were not ordinary stones, but jade; they looked much prettier than common stones.
Rowan couldn’t recognize what they were, so he put them into his storage space first; they could probably fetch a few coins.
There was nothing else of value; the Goblins were very poor, so Rowan just pushed the house over and called it a day.
He felt a bit annoyed.
He killed a few Slimes on the way to vent his frustration.
If he had known, he should have cleared the perimeter first, set up ambushes, fired cold arrows, and cleared them out slowly; that way, so many wouldn’t have escaped.
He had wasted so much experience.
Rowan took out the map and put an X over the Goblin tribe.
Still not tired at all, Rowan continued to the next destination.
An Ogre wandering on the outskirts.
It didn’t take Rowan much time to find it; in broad daylight, it was squatting on the ground, teasing a butterfly, a scene that actually looked quite harmonious.
This Ogre was even stronger than the previous ones he had encountered, reaching level 8.
This time, Rowan wanted to test his own combat ability, so he didn’t sneak up and use Degradation directly.
After the Ogre discovered Rowan, it let out an angry roar.
“Food, tasty!” The opponent swung a big club and charged over, while Rowan used his longsword.
There was no technique, just stats.
The fight between these two had absolutely no aesthetic appeal, let alone any skill; it was entirely just you swing a club, I swing a sword.
However, Rowan had higher stats and a better weapon; the Ogre only had a club and couldn’t even use magic, so it was quickly defeated.
It realized things were going badly and wanted to run, but unfortunately, Rowan caught up in a few steps and hacked it to death with a few strikes.
[ Experience + 600 ] Hmm, his swordsmanship was truly painful to watch; after earning some money, he should find a teacher to instruct him.
Right now, it was entirely about brute force working miracles; either crushing them with powerful attribute stats or using Degradation to win through mechanics.
Degradation should have a limit, and he didn’t know where that limit was.
He took out the map and marked it with an X.
Next.
…
Fighting and killing all the way, he hadn’t encountered any monsters over level 10; that 8th-level Ogre was already considered the strongest among them.
After all, this was within the kingdom’s territory, not a dangerous place like the Tob Forest, so high-level monsters wouldn’t appear.
Returning to the village to rest, he explained his work for the day, and the village chief was very satisfied.
A week passed quietly.
During this week, Rowan had cleared all the monsters in a large circle around the area; wherever Rowan went, not a single monster could be seen.
The surrounding villages would not need to worry about encountering powerful monsters for a short time.
Through continuous effort, Rowan’s level had increased by four levels during this week.
After completing the mission, the village chief fulfilled his promise and handed the Magic Learning Scroll to Rowan.
After receiving it, Rowan used it directly, and knowledge about “Scout Raven” appeared in his mind.
A Magic Learning Scroll grants the relevant knowledge after being used.
But it was only knowledge; whether you could actually use it depended on your own talent and effort.
However, for Rowan, who possessed a player template, after using the scroll and learning the knowledge within, an option popped up before his eyes.
[ This magic requires: Mastery of a spell-casting class, Level Lv1 or higher.
] [ Use skill points to master the first-tier magic “Scout Raven”?
] Hmm?
Can it be learned directly through skill points?
Then, if he learned magic from other races, such as those from the Dragon race or the Undead, magic that humans could not master, could he also ignore the restrictions and learn it directly through skill points?
Rowan seemed to see a new possibility.
Skill points were fixed; he only got three points every time he leveled up, and at max level, there were only three hundred points.
He should avoid using them if possible and only use them in critical places.
This first-tier magic clearly did not have the qualifications to make Rowan waste skill points.
Rowan clicked no.
This magic was not difficult; he would just spend some time practicing it.