Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 46: The Trolls' Trap

Chapter 46: The Trolls' Trap

A cool breeze blew in from the depths of the dense forest.

It lightly brushed across their faces, causing a slight shiver of goosebumps.

A faint scent of decay wafted up from the thick piles of fallen leaves. The recent days of continuous rain had caused the forest floor to undergo some strange transformations.

Tender sprouts, nourished by the earth, timidly poked their heads out, swaying gently in the breeze.

Old Village Chief Field, full of joy, pointed at a patch of lush greenery in the bushes and said expectantly:

"In a month, we'll be able to harvest at least three Moonlight Flowers here."

Matthew looked over, and the detailed data display confirmed that Old Village Chief Field wasn't exaggerating. Matthew muttered softly:

"It's a pity we don't have a druid in our village..."

As they moved along, Leon instinctively blinked, pondering for a moment, but in the end, he said nothing.

More of the soldiers were curiously watching the kobolds rushing ahead with a cacophony of yelps.

They used their incredible energy to drive all the creatures ahead of them away and occasionally used their numbers to capture a deer or a goat.

What was most interesting was that the kobolds didn't eat the prey themselves but instead presented it to Yaya.

With their respectful gestures and actions, all the soldiers were amazed. Their gaze toward Yaya began to change.

The gluttonous Yaya didn't reject the raw food either, using her sharp teeth and powerful bite to devour the prey in two or three bites—like biting into a crisp apple.

Matthew could sense Yaya's hunger and quietly waited for her next evolution opportunity. Until then, he would need to stockpile more experience points and Fate Coins.

After about 10 minutes, Matthew reached the camp at the mouth of the valley.

To his surprise, the camp's original location was now engulfed in raging flames.

Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, and faint, agonized screams could be heard in the distance.

With her keen eyes, Yaya was the first to report the situation.

"Papa, there are more than ten ugly trolls up ahead setting fires. They've killed everyone in the camp and taken a few prisoners."

Matthew instinctively raised his eyebrows and looked closely, seeing that the temporary camp, surrounded by wooden fences, had been completely consumed by flames.

Broken and bloody corpses littered the ground—among them were members of the slaver group and many humans dressed in coarse linen.

It was a bloody massacre!

What was even more infuriating was that just in front of the burning camp, several trolls were feasting on a naked human.

Matthew saw Clark's terrified and twisted face as he was being devoured alive by the trolls. Strangely calm, Matthew gestured for Angela to stop.

"Halt. Prepare for battle."

The crisp command spread through the ranks, and the soldiers quickly formed up, having also seen the situation ahead.

The trolls noticed the arrival of the human soldiers. One of them, standing at the front, grabbed Clark's lifeless head and raised it high, roaring furiously at them.