Monster Girl Contract Manual

Chapter 77 Garp's Last Adventure Part 2

Chapter 77 Garp's Last Adventure 2

"Haa, haa..."

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Located in the center of the battlefield.

Garp, holding his greatsword, knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

After killing 43 goblin imps in a row, his stamina was finally exhausted.

Maintaining a resting posture that allowed him to get up at any moment, Garp looked around and finally focused on the direction where the professional was located.

That's a professional-level battlefield.

Garp's eyes were filled with envy at the terrifying fire missiles like miniature suns, the golden holy barrier, and the dazzling sword light that kept scattering in all directions.

That was the professional level he had been striving for.

To outsiders, he appears capable of fighting and hunting goblin warriors alone, demonstrating combat prowess comparable to a professional.

Only Garp himself knew just how far he was from becoming a true professional-level powerhouse.

Just a mere goblin warrior.

The ones that truly rival professional-level players are the more powerful trolls.

The Goshilin Warlord can only be described as a weak professional-level character.

After resting for a while and recovering most of his strength, Garp did not slacken in the slightest. He gripped his weapon tightly and once again charged into the chaotic battle to support the other adventurers who were struggling.

He had already seen several adventurers die under the goblins' clubs.

It's not that they didn't try to escape, but that they simply couldn't escape.

There are too many goblins.

Goblin imps were scattered all over the plain.

Garp, who is nearly 50 years old, moves swiftly across the battlefield.

The greatsword he wielded sliced ​​the goblin imps he touched in half at the waist, one strike after another.

When he had almost exhausted his strength again, a strange intuition made him suddenly turn around and look behind him.

A goblin, as tall as an average person, wielding a machete, swiftly weaved through the group of adventurers and charged straight at him.

The plains were vast, and so was the battlefield.

House fought his way from the edge toward the center, not knowing how long he had been walking.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Before me lay a battlefield that had been cleared out.

A familiar figure lay down beside a group of goblin corpses.

House remembers him.

That dwarf adventurer who never puts a beer down his sleeve.

This guy is a regular at the Guild Nightclub and also the one who brings the atmosphere to the club.

It's fair to say that he was responsible for most of the tavern's lively atmosphere.

When he first completed his mission and Karp stood up for him, it was this dwarf who was the first to cheer and celebrate.

Now, he's just dead like this?

...and that's how he died.

War is cruel.

Where there is war, there is death.

This is normal.

Watching a familiar face die before his eyes, House's heart, which had been excited and restless from fighting for money, suddenly turned into a mix of emotions.

For no apparent reason, House suddenly thought of Karp.

He remembered that Uncle Garp had clearly said that that adventure would be his last.

Now, upon hearing that the goblin army is about to invade the town, Uncle Garp still throws himself into this adventurous battle to protect the town without hesitation.

"So, could this be Uncle Garp's last adventure?"

For some reason, this idea popped into House's head.

As if guided by something in the dark, he looked in a certain direction.

Looking at the short, dark figure illuminated by the campfire in the distance, House lifted his feet and ran towards it.

"Cough one"

Garp clutched his chest, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to his knees.

Before him stood a goblin warrior whose head had been cleaved in two.

Quickly pulling a medical kit from his pocket, Karp struggled to untangle the bandages.

However, the wound on his chest was too severe, and he was now almost completely exhausted.

Karp was unable to untangle the medical bandages successfully several times.

Fortunately, Garp was able to dismantle and bandage his wound successfully.

But when he looked up again, he found that a large group of goblin imps had surrounded him.

Perhaps it was the corpse of the goblin warrior nearby that made these little devils hesitate to go forward.

"It seems this is my last adventure."

Garp clutched his chest, gripping the greatsword stuck in the ground.

With nearly fifty goblin hordes in front of him, Garp had little hope of survival.

Garp was well aware of his own strength.

His limit is being able to fight twenty goblin imps alone.

And that was during his peak.

As for the present situation...

Garp tried to regulate his breathing, but the wound on his chest and the blood remaining in his throat still made him cough.

"Hah, whoosh~ cough!"

It was this uncontrollable coughing up of blood that caused a commotion among the goblins in front of him.

Ultimately, some of the bolder goblin imps took the lead in launching the attack.

"boom!"

An explosive burst of flame erupted from above the little devils' heads, the shockwave briefly causing them to experience ringing in their ears, lose consciousness, and become disoriented.

Just as they were recovering from their shock.

A powerful gust of air suddenly pressed down from above, and the biting wind forced many goblins to squint their eyes and do their best to steady themselves.

A goblin reopened its eyes, trying to see what was above it.

What came into view was a headless, green-skinned corpse still gushing blood.

[Flame Missile] + [Wind Stomp]

House, having unleashed a special combo, successfully arrived at Garp's side before the goblin minions.

"House!"

At this moment, Garp was undoubtedly joyful.

In a seemingly hopeless situation, a companion appears and saves the day.

How could this not be a cause for joy?

But the joy was only momentary, and then it turned into painful sorrow.

Garp knew that he was no longer able to fight in his current state.

House will now have to face over fifty goblins alone.

Aside from true professionals, Garp couldn't think of anyone who could fight over fifty goblins head-on.

"House, don't worry about me, let's go..."

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Before Karp could finish speaking, House pulled a small bottle, no bigger than the palm of his hand, from his pocket without turning around and handed it to him.

"Drink it all!"

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Treatment potion?

Yes, the small bottle House is holding right now is the healing potion that costs as much as 1 gold coin.

Before the great battle, House had spent almost all of his savings.

He spent a large sum of money to buy a bottle of medicine for emergencies.

Perhaps it's because these items are too expensive, plus the fact that church priests would be involved in the battle.

As a result, before the great war, the price of healing potions, which were expensive compared to other inexpensive potions, remained unaffected.

After all, instead of spending 1 gold coin to buy an expensive healing potion that can only be used to save your life in critical moments, it's better to use that gold coin to upgrade your entire set of equipment.

Better equipment can also protect your life.

If you are actually injured, just retreat.

Anyway, free treatment is available right behind the battlefield.

This is what most adventurers think.

As for House, to be on the safe side, he decided to prepare a bottle of healing potion.

Who knows what unexpected events might occur during the battle?!

See, it's coming in handy now!

Without hesitation, Karp took the healing potion offered by House and gulped it down.

He must regain his ability to fight.

Only in this way can House survive!

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