“This way! “You monster!”
The troll looked towards Russo and frowned. It already has a hideous face, but now it looks like a devil from hell. The young hunter stiffened with fear. A giant troll was running towards him with his arms raised.
“Oh, here it comes!”
thud! thud! thud! thud!
With loud footsteps, the troll rushes furiously, breaking the floor of the square. Rousseau calmly signed his hand and continued the magic.
“Ren Har Valthyr Zatan! Awake, Ranfraud’s shackles! “Constrict heaven and earth and entangle those who are in them!”
It was the moment when the giant troll had just stepped into the magic circle. Rousseau pointed his finger in the air and shouted one word.
“Cage of Arcane Force!”
Paaaaat!
The entire magic circle became incandescent and radiated light. Dozens of chains formed in the light and began to wrap around the troll’s limbs. A vortex of magic swirled along the troll’s body, and red electricity discharged above his head, pounding the troll’s entire body.
“Kaaaaaaak!”
Inside the magic circle, the troll struggled and screamed in pain. Every time, sparks appear here and there in the magic circle, and part of the circle corrodes and scatters into the air. Even though it was a blockade magic whose power was amplified several times by the magic circle, it could not withstand it.
Russo shouted, breaking into a cold sweat.
“London! “Please help me!”
“I know!”
Lundon gave a signal to the hunters. Hunters appeared, dragging huge ballistas that had been prepared in advance. It was an improved ballista specifically for monsters. Two sturdy young men turned the gear wheel and pulled the ballista. Rundon loaded the thick spear into the ballista and aimed it at the troll.
“Goes! monster!”
Taaaang!
The ballista fired a javelin with a loud whip sound. The javelin flew at a huge troll at an incredible speed and lodged deep in its abdomen. Due to the serious injuries, the troll’s strength is lost and he is trapped in the magic circle again. Russo’s eyes lit up.
“good! “It’s the last time!”
Russo took out a small bottle from his pocket. It was Hestia’s Tears, a magic poison purchased from an alchemist at a high price. Opening the vial and using the poison as a catalyst, Rousseau activated the magic.
“Scatter, permeate and surround my enemies! Cloud Poison!”
A small green cloud stirred and covered all sides of the troll. Cloud Poison, a spell that spreads poison clouds, is a relatively low-level spell of the 3rd circle, but its power varies greatly depending on the poison that serves as its catalyst. Hestia’s tears, a powerful magic poison that could paralyze even whales, vaporized and began to seep through the pores of the troll’s body.
“Ahhh… … .”
Groaning, the troll gradually began to close his eyes. The huge body slowly collapsed and the troll finally fell to the ground with a thud.
Cheers erupted all at once.
“Gotcha!”
“Hahaha!”
“Amazing, Great!”
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The fallen troll soon lost its gigantic form and returned to its original state. After injecting magic poison again to prevent it from waking up, two hunters tied the troll tightly and placed it in a carriage. When it was confirmed that the troll had been successfully defeated, the villagers who were trembling in fear came out of the hall one by one and cheered.
“Oh oh!”
“We finally caught that monster!”
“Now I can live with peace of mind.”
The whole village was in a festive mood. You don’t know how much everyone has been worried that something bad might happen since that troll appeared. From now on, you will be able to sleep comfortably with your legs stretched out every night. Everyone was happy and thanked Lunden and his group.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“Thank you. “Thanks to you, the village was saved.”
But not all villagers were happy. While everyone was having fun, only one old woman stood in place with a stiff expression on her face. It was Grandma Tess, the oldest woman in the village.
“You’re doing it wrong…” … .”
The old woman looked at the jungle with eyes full of fear. He let out a trembling voice as he looked at the countless broken trees and the traces of destruction that the giant troll had grazed.
“Trolls are the guardians of the forest… … .”
The woman standing next to me looked bored.
“Oh, here we go again.”
The woman knew why Grandma Tess was like that. Because the woman also knew the old stories handed down in the village.
An old, distant story handed down from her mother’s mother and that mother’s mother.
In it, trolls were the guardians of the forest and peaceful people who lived quietly in the forest. They are wise and gentle people who protect the abundance of the forest, and they were the ones who silently rescued humans who were in trouble in the forest.
No, where on earth is there wisdom and gentleness in that vicious monster chained up there? Of course, this is just a superstition. Like common fairy tales that feature tigers, bears, etc. as the main characters.
But the old woman still could not hide her fear.
“The forest is angry… … .”
The old woman looked towards Lunden and the others. They were about to pack up all their belongings and leave the village of Ferrum. The old woman let out a sharp voice against the back of Rundon and his group heading towards the entrance of the village.
“You must not touch the troll!”
Everyone makes dumbfounded looks. The old woman shouted again.
“The forest’s wrath will strike!”
He shouts again and again with his eyes wide open, as if he is hurling a curse.
“Wrath of the forest!”
The voice of an old woman who had not even been able to breathe properly a moment ago rang loudly through the sky. I know it’s nonsense, but it still made me feel uncomfortable seeing that.
Lundon shook his head, trying to ignore it.
“Eh, you look like a senile old man… … .”
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Geteran Mountains in the southern part of the Halein Kingdom. Among them, Jetun Pass is famous for its ruggedness.
A group of hunters, consisting of about thirty people, was traveling down a mountain path, escorting a wagon. Runden and his party were happily dreaming of gold after successfully hunting trolls in the southern jungle of the Halein Kingdom.
Lunden, who was leading the way, looked back again and again with a happy expression on his face.
“Hehehe, if it’s a living troll, you’ll get at least a thousand gold coins.”
Wizard Rousseau, who was walking next to him, nodded.
“Anyway, as long as we get as far as Caltizan, our plums will bloom.”
Trolls are certainly expensive monsters, but to get their full value, you had to go to the Alchemist’s Guild, which had facilities to purify troll blood. Only by handing over the captured trolls to the alchemists there will you be able to obtain certain gold.
So, currently, Rundon and his party were heading to Kaltijan City, a city where the southern branch of the alchemist guild ‘Santana’s Tears’ of the Halein Kingdom was located.
Led by the carriage, Lundon and his party continued walking down the mountain path. As the sun gradually set, darkness began to cover the mountain path.
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The sun sets in the mountains in an instant. The sun seemed to be setting quickly, and the thick wild forests on the left and right immediately cast dark shadows everywhere.
As visibility grew dark, Lundon hurried on his way.
“Now, everyone, hurry up. “Not long until the next camp!”
There are not many places on the rugged Jetun Pass where a large number of people can camp. Even though we were in quite a hurry, the sun had set before we arrived at the camp. With wrinkled expressions, the hunters lit bonfires one by one.
A new light was lit and they continued walking down the mountain path.
A young hunter walking in the middle of the group suddenly tilted his head.
“huh?”
The middle-aged man next to him turned to him and asked.
“Why, Dren?”
“I thought I heard a strange noise.”
The middle-aged hunter frowned at the young hunter’s answer and looked around. But there was silence everywhere. In the darkness, only the sounds of various insects occasionally echo.
The young hunter looked embarrassed and scratched his head.
“Is it because of my mood?”
A sound was heard again. This time, the middle-aged hunter also clearly heard the sound.
ridge… … ridge… … .
A faint sound comes through the air from beyond the darkness. The steps of Rundon and his party stopped. The sound continued. This time it was louder. So loud that everyone in the group can hear.
ridge! ridge! ridge!
“what?”
“What is that drum sound?”
The soft sound of drums tickles my ears. Because it is in the mountains, the sound is reflected and you cannot tell where it is coming from. Lundon tensed and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“What’s going on?”
It was then. Suddenly, an old hunter at the very back was sucked into the grass!
“omg!”
A person is sucked into the bushes, and then a loud rustling sound is heard. What followed was a desperate scream that filled the night sky.
“Ugh!”
Goosebumps run down my spine. Everyone looked at the bush in astonishment.
“what?”
“What’s going on!”
The hunters quickly took out their swords and crossbows and prepared for battle. These brave few tried through the bushes with their crossbows aimed.
“Ugh!”
“Mr. Handen… … .”
The moment they encountered the scene unfolding in the bush, several hunters moaned. There was a corpse of a colleague in the bushes with strangely twisted limbs. It was a miserable sight, as if its limbs had been twisted with great force.
Lundon, who hurriedly rushed to the rear, frowned at the miserable sight.
“Handen? What on earth is this all of a sudden…? … .”
Right then.
“Ugh!”
“Ugh!”
Two men standing right behind Rundon leapt into the air. Something invisible was pulling them. A sturdy adult man is instantly sucked upward and disappears between the dark tree branches.
Someone screamed in horror at the bizarre sight of a colleague ‘flying away’ before their eyes.
“Ugh! “What the hell is this?”
Patter! Patter!
Overhead, between the trees in the thick darkness, something was shaking and dropping branches. Leaves flutter over the heads of the rainforest trees. Immediately, thick liquid poured down like rain and two lumps fell out.
A hunter covered in liquid touched his cheek with his hand and was terrified.
“Ugh! this! blood! blood!”
The two fallen lumps were the miserable remains of a comrade who had been alive just moments before. Everyone in the group was frightened by the horror and fell into panic.
“The devil!”
“The devil has appeared!”
Among the dogs, the old, experienced hunter shouted and consoled those around him.
“Everyone, come to your senses! “Isn’t it clear that it must be a monster attack?”
At that moment, the sound of a whistle cut through the wind.
Hehehe!
Pow!
The head of the old hunter who was talking was smashed. A thick rock flew out of nowhere and hit him squarely in the head.
A headless body slowly falls to the ground, spewing blood. Rundon looked everywhere and scolded.
