Due to a lack of prey, there are not many goblin camps in the peripheral jungle. Even if there are, they are small camps, and Nightfall can easily solo them.
However, due to the considerable distance between these camps and the poor visibility at night, Nightfall only managed to exterminate two camps by dawn.
As for why he didn't venture into the depths of the forest?
Nightfall is not foolish. Even if he could fly, he wouldn't be able to handle a camp with over a hundred goblin warriors. A volley of arrows could turn him into an undead before he could react. Additionally, apart from the Windriding technique, the other skills of Old Geezer put a significant strain on the body. Especially the Pursuit of the Thirteen Winds, using it multiple times would dislocate his bones!
Moreover, tomorrow adventurers would enter the forest, and he wanted to leave some challenging opponents for them.
Nightfall took stock of his gains. The goblins from two camps contributed 56 corpses and 56 soul points. To quickly consume the excess soul energy, he directly resurrected 14 goblin zombies. He then had them help him transport the bodies back to the farm before dismissing them.
The extensive use of soul energy resulted in an increase in his soul energy cap, now raised to 20 points!
Though only a modest increment of five points, Nightfall could at least see a direction for becoming stronger.
"Before dawn, my soul energy was 4296/20. After deducting maintenance costs, I should have had over 21 points left. However, in reality, it's only 20/20. It seems the excess was indeed wiped out during settlement."
Nightfall nodded. Spending 1 point of soul energy to obtain precise information was entirely worthwhile.
"Ma...master, go...good morning." Iron Axe emerged from the wooden house, bowing respectfully to Nightfall.
He was genuinely frightened! He thought Nightfall would casually kill a few goblins, but instead, he brought back over a hundred goblin corpses!
More terrifying were the goblins following the ox cart. They carried their comrades' bodies with no expression. Iron Axe couldn't fathom what happened to them to become so numb.
However, considering Nightfall could subdue these lazy and greedy goblins as slaves, Iron Axe wasn't surprised. After all, this master was...
...too extraordinary!
Just the four goblins penalized at the field were forced to hoe all night! Just watching it was inhumane!
"Well, good morning. Did you all sleep well last night?" Nightfall asked.
Goblin zombies couldn't be kept, as their maintenance costs were high and had little utility. Thus, Nightfall thought of utilizing the desolate bone graveyard. The scene of skeletons resurrecting there was horrific, so to prevent suspicion, he sent the five to sleep early.
Peering at the five with dark circles under their eyes and glancing at the heaps of goblin palms, Nightfall suddenly slapped his head.
"Oh, right, how's that guy's injury?" he asked.
"Regarding Master Feng's injury, it's just a broken hand. With some time to heal, he'll be fine," Iron Axe replied.
Nightfall observed Iron Axe from head to toe. "And you? You must have sustained quite a few injuries last night."
Being stabbed in the buttocks by seven or eight goblins, yet Iron Axe looked unharmed. This puzzled Nightfall, especially since their team lacked a healing profession.
"Well..."
After pondering for a moment, Iron Axe took off the black armor covering his body, revealing a densely covered area of scars on his back. It resembled hundreds of centipedes crawling, truly terrifying.
However, Nightfall noticed that these wounds had already healed. There were no fresh injuries. Could it be that he bled piles of hemorrhoids blood last night?
"I have had a natural talent since I was a child. I can rapidly heal wounds when seriously injured. The more severe the injury and the more blood I lose, the faster I heal. Besides, my defense ability becomes stronger. I call this ability..."
"Death Resistance!"
"Death Resistance?"
Nightfall widened his eyes. Was there such a formidable talent in this world?!
Wasn't this an indestructible cockroach?
"But if the injury is severe enough or fatal in one blow, then I'll still die. This talent is more useful for general physical damage, saving a bit on medical expenses," Iron Axe added.
"Oh, I see."
Nightfall breathed a sigh of relief. He had almost considered turning Iron Axe into an undead to absorb this talent.
Shameful, shameful.
"Now that your injuries are not serious, can you help me throw these bodies into that pool?" Nightfall pointed to the corruption pool.
There were too many goblin corpses, and leaving them here would undoubtedly turn this place into a real corpse farm within a day.
But if they turned into skeletons, they would be easier to store, and he could even obtain a considerable amount of green water. If he didn't think about the source, it felt quite refreshing to drink.
More importantly, this would serve as a deterrent and prevent any unnecessary ideas about the bounty.
"Throw them in? That pool?" Iron Axe looked at the corruption pool, hesitating.
"If Master wants to bury the bodies, this pool is entirely inadequate. Why don't we dig a bigger one?" Iron Axe suggested.
"Throw them in as I said. Don't worry about the rest," Nightfall scowled.
Although this Iron Armor Mercenary Team was weak and couldn't even defeat 19 goblins, and if he hadn't helped, they would have been wiped out, Nightfall felt that these five guys were at least acceptable in terms of character.
As an undead with building restrictions, Nightfall couldn't leave the forest for a short time. So, he needed to cultivate an eye and ear outside to understand the current situation.
For example, the Silver Sacred Church...
Just as he was thinking, a cry came from the corruption pool:
"My God! This is actually an advanced water magic: Corroding Rotten Pool!"