Chapter 71: Hunting Trolls
At the break of dawn, lively shouts already spread across Bay Village.
Thanks to the abundance of food, everyone had grown much stronger.
The main reason driving them to work so hard wasn't just the generous wages but also a newfound sense of belonging.
Near the village's military camp.
Many attempted to lift several rows of 100-kilogram stone locks.
Only a few succeeded, joining the next round of training assessments.
The rest shook their heads in disappointment, returning to their tasks.
Many resolved that as soon as they were strong enough, they would try again.
After all, the conditions and treatment of reserve soldiers were something everyone envied.
Emerging from a low tunnel, Jifan tightened the sandbags on his back and glanced at the figures behind him before crouching down.
He was in the lead, so there was no need to rush.
Ahead were several rows of wooden houses with open windows and doors, where two or three figures patrolled the perimeter.
Suppressing his slightly racing heart, Jifan successfully avoided the searching eyes and darted out from the shadows.
He carefully bypassed the traps buried underground, stealthily tiptoeing forward. Several times, he was nearly caught but skillfully used obstacles to evade detection.
Nearby, the sound of another contestant being captured echoed. Seizing the opportunity, Jifan slipped into the last wooden house.
Through the window, he could see the finish line not far away.
If he could cross the white line just 10 meters ahead, he would successfully join the reserve soldiers.
Just then, Jifan noticed a slightly hunched figure sitting in front of the white line.
Instinctively, Jifan froze, sensing danger. He didn't let his guard down, even though the figure's back was turned.
He cautiously hid in the shadows, not looking directly at the figure, waiting patiently for the right moment.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Jifan suppressed his growing anxiety, silently counting down.
As an aspiring rogue, patience and concealment were his greatest assets for survival.
With only 30 seconds left,
At that moment, more than a dozen impatient contestants suddenly charged forward.
Jifan remained motionless, watching as the others rushed ahead.
He remembered clearly that there had been 50 participants, and 24 had been eliminated. The current group only numbered 13...
While the assessment outside the village camp was in full swing, the adventurers heading towards the Gloomy Forest looked on with curiosity.
"Is Bay Village still recruiting soldiers? They must be nearing 200 by now, right?"
"Who knows what the lord's thinking? He probably believes the dangers in the Gloomy Forest are still significant and wants to bolster the military."
"Even reserve soldiers get pretty decent treatment..."
"Stop overthinking it. Focus on how to catch a troll."
"Our target isn't far this time. There are three of them in total, and with 30 of us, we should be enough..."
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Sorcery Monarch
Science FictionCrossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord. Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology. Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to...