My love game is too abstract

"Hey! You white-haired lizard woman! When your mom gave birth to you, did she grab those two horns on your head and pull you out of your ass?!"

Before anyone could react, the bat was gone, leaving only a supremely mocking voice echoing in the air.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Zethia.

The silver dragon's eyes widened as she stood there, a surge of uncontrollable anger rising to her pretty face.

Yarrow heard the cracking sound of her fingers clenching.

"By the Dragon Mother, this queen is going to shove your head into your ass!"

Zethia angrily spread her wings and chased after it.

"Wait! Zethia! It might be a trap!" Yarrow shouted, trying to stop her.

But it was too late. Zethia shot out like an arrow, disappearing into the dark cave in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it!"

Yarrow gritted his teeth, put away the map, and immediately chased after her.

The remaining members of the adventure party looked at each other.

"The main DPS left the team. Should we still run this dungeon?"

Someone asked.

"Of course, we continue!" Charles stepped forward again, walking a few steps in front of everyone.

"Although that Dragonkin lady is powerful, she is still a girl. We can't put too much pressure on her. Besides, we've already come this far. The village chief and the others are still suffering and waiting for us to rescue them!"

He waved his hand and shouted, "Come on! Let's move forward! Let's save them and take back our glory! Let us"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly struck on the back of the head with a club. His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground.

Everyone's eyes turned to look behind him. In the darkness there, pairs of yellow eyes lit up.

The bat flapped its wings rapidly, zigzagging through the dark cave. It had now reached the uninhabited area of the nest, where the terrain was so complex that even it sometimes lost its way.

Suddenly, a terrifying killing intent came from behind it. It turned its head and saw that the Dragonkin was getting closer and closer.

"Eek!"

It flapped its wings with all its might, but then an invisible pressure suddenly descended, making it feel as if it were carrying hundreds of pounds of sandbags.

"This is... Dragon Clan's might!"

It thought in fear, its body unable to move. Seeing the white-haired woman about to catch up, it gritted its teeth and, with its last bit of strength, made a turn and rushed into a narrow crevice next to it.

It fell heavily to the ground, but the pressure disappeared, finally allowing it to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hah, Dragonkin, that's all you've got..." It chuckled.

As soon as it finished speaking, the crevice in front of it exploded with a bang. Gravel flew everywhere, blasting its body out, and a figure rushed out from within.

"By the Dragon Mother! I'll teach you to curse!"

Zethia swung her tail and struck the bat's body hard. With a smack, the bat flew out like a rag doll.

She landed next to it and was about to say a few more words, but found that the bat was already dead.

"Tsk, it's dead." Zethia waved her hand, and a bolt of lightning turned the bat's corpse into ashes.

When she turned around, she fell silent as she looked at the dark and silent cave in front of her.

The cave behind her had been completely destroyed by her blast, and she had been chasing the bat the whole time, not paying attention to the terrain she had come from.

"I just need to follow Yarrow's aura to find my way back."

Zethia sensed the aura, but soon frowned.

There was a strange smell in the cave that blocked the flow of other auras.

"Forget it. Since I can't find the way, I'll just keep going forward!"

Electricity crackled in her hand, and she raised her hand to blast open the cave wall in front of her. Zethia walked through and then blasted open the cave wall blocking her way again…

"Where did this dragon run off to?" Yarrow ran quickly through the cave, searching everywhere.

The terrain here was complex, and the opponent's abilities were unknown. Although Zethia was powerful, it would be troublesome if she fell into a trap.

He had just run past a corner when a killing intent suddenly burst out beside him. A strong, green-skinned goblin emerged from the darkness, raising the axe in its hand to chop at his head.

Swish!

Yarrow stopped in time, the axe only one centimeter away from his nose, chopping down on the ground in front of him.

"Agh!"

The goblin roared, raising its axe to chop at him again.

An ice-blue magic power was released from his hand, and an ice cone rapidly condensed in the air.

Chantless Ice Cone Spell!

The ice cone shot out, piercing through the goblin's chest, stopping its chopping motion. The huge body swayed a few times and fell to the ground.

"Whew." Yarrow breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had learned a few things from Serena before coming.

He was about to continue forward, but after taking only two steps, the corpse behind him suddenly moved, rolled over, and reached out to grab his head.

Bang!

A muffled gunshot echoed in the cave. The goblin's head exploded from behind, blood and brains splattering everywhere. Its movements stopped, and it fell to the ground, completely dead.

Yarrow stared at the corpse for two seconds, then looked behind him, his eyes widening.

It was a heavy, black iron armor covered in scratches, a bright red helmet plume on top, thick animal fur on the shoulder armor, and a round shield and long sword on its back. The gunpowder gun in its hand was still smoking.

"Holy crap, Goblin Slayer!"

Yarrow pointed at him in disbelief.

"Goblin Slayer" silently reloaded the gunpowder gun, put it back on his waist, walked forward a few steps, and squatted down to check the state of the dead goblin.

A muffled voice came from under the armor.

"Goblins have strong vitality. They can live for a while even if their hearts are pierced. To kill them with one blow, you must aim for the neck and head."

The helmet with the grid-shaped breathing holes turned towards Yarrow.

"Are you a newbie?"

"Actually, I've been doing this for two years, but I haven't encountered goblins much," Yarrow said.

Goblin Slayer shook his head. "Too dangerous. Coming to a place like this without understanding them. The entire cave is full of traps they set up."

Goblin Slayer stood up.

"I'll take you out of here. Follow me."

"I have companions. Have you seen a Dragonkin? Silver hair," Yarrow said.

"Dragonkin? Didn't see one, but there seemed to be an explosion in the deep well area of the nest just now. Maybe your companion did it," Goblin Slayer said.

"Deep well area? Is it far from here?" Yarrow asked.

"A bit of a distance," he replied.

He stood up. "If you want to find her, I can take you there."

Having no choice, Yarrow followed him, heading towards that direction.

His heavy armor made every step extremely heavy, with the sound of armor joints colliding and the sound of a ventilator-like breathing coming from his helmet.

He had a gunpowder gun on his waist. The invention of gunpowder guns also existed in this world, but they were not as efficient as magic, so they were mostly only used by hunters.

"My name is Yarrow. What's your name?" Yarrow asked.

"Owen," Goblin Slayer replied.

"Owen, what are you doing here?"

"Killing goblins."

"I figured..."

At this moment, Owen stopped him in front, pulling him into the shadows.

In front of them, several goblins walked past, dragging the other adventurer companions with them.

"These guys really just gave up," Yarrow covered his forehead.

"Are those your companions too? But they probably can't be saved now," Owen said.

"Let's leave them alone for now. We have to find Zethia first," Yarrow said.

Owen nodded, leading him forward.

He was very familiar with this place, leading Yarrow left and right, avoiding all the goblins that appeared.

Finally, he pushed open a door and walked in. It was an empty room.

"They will gather on the second basement floor in the evening, where they have dinner. During this time, the goblins outside the cave will come back. Let's wait here for a while," Owen closed the door behind him.

"You're very familiar with their schedule," Yarrow asked.

Owen nodded, but didn't say anything.

The two sat on the ground in silence. After a moment, Owen suddenly asked, "Do you hate goblins?"

"Hate? Uh, not really. After all, I don't have any deep grudges against them, but it's really annoying to encounter them when doing quests sometimes," Yarrow said. "You must hate them a lot, right?"

Owen nodded. "My father was killed by them, and my mother was raped and killed by them."

"...That's definitely a deep hatred"

Owen was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you believe there are good goblins?"

"This..." Yarrow tilted his head. "I think there definitely will be some. After all, the race is so big, there will be a few who are kind by nature, but they probably won't last long in the tribe, right?"

"That's right," Owen said.

"I am like that."

He took off his helmet, and Yarrow was stunned. The face under the helmet was not the stern human male appearance he had imagined, but rather—

Green skin, pointed ears, a long hooked nose, and small yellow-orange eyes.

Goblin Slayer... was actually a goblin!

Regarding this plot of Zethia being lured away, the original intention was just to leave the stage to Yarrow so that he could resolve this incident. It was all to facilitate harvesting a wave of Silver Dragon's favorability after the end. The writing was indeed rushed, and many readers felt that it was unreasonable and stupid. Here, Haji River apologizes to everyone. It's all because I played too much Three Kingdoms Kill and my brain doesn't work well.