Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 72: Madness!

Chapter 72: Madness!

Listening to the roars getting closer behind him, Kris gasped for breath and pushed himself to run faster.

Three hulking trolls stared hungrily at Kris as they closed in on him.

Ever since they were driven out by the Rotten Moss Clan, they hadn't had a full meal, nearly starving to madness.

As they howled deafeningly and saw Kris slowing down, the trolls grew more excited, neglecting the ground beneath their feet.

Whoosh!

The two leading trolls stepped on a pile of leaves Kris had safely passed, and with the sound of snapping branches, their massive bodies plummeted into a pit.

Kris, rolling clumsily on the ground, didn't look back as he quickly took cover behind a thick tree trunk.

He vividly remembered a hapless soul he once knew who had escaped the range of a troll's attacks, only to be split in half by a heavy log thrown by the creature.

But soon, the cheers of his companions reached his ears:

"Well done, Kris!"

"Haha, two down at once, only one left now!"

"Old Field's method really works; no wonder trolls rarely attack Bay Village..."

"Hurry up and take down that last one..."

"..."

The chaotic chatter slowly brought Kris back from his oxygen-deprived daze.

Did it work?

Only one left?

Carefully turning his head, Kris saw a flurry of arrows and ranged attacks raining down on the roaring troll.

The seasoned adventurers clearly had no intention of engaging the troll in close combat, instead depleting its strength from a distance, letting it bleed out.

"Trolls are incredibly strong. Without a mid-tier warrior, never engage them head-on. Bleed them first..."

Kris could tell everyone was following Old Field's strategy.

After all, traps were a perfect way to deal with trolls, and no adventurer in their right mind would want to fight a troll up close.

The troll, bristling with arrows, grew increasingly weak.

It swung its wooden club wildly, unable to land a hit on the pests that kept their distance, fear gripping its mind until it finally turned to flee.

Kris let out a long breath, knowing the troll didn't stand a chance.

Whoosh!

Before the troll could take two steps, a large net hidden beneath the leaves sprang up, ensnaring the creature and hoisting it into the air.

The troll struggled violently, but with blood still pouring from its wounds, it quickly weakened and failed to tear through the thick rope of the net.

"Nice! Old Field's gear works wonders. All this for less than 5 gold coins..."

A tall adventurer next to Alice chuckled as he shot another arrow at the now-helpless troll hanging in midair.

Watching the troll grow visibly weaker, Alice called out in a crisp voice:

"Alright, everyone, stop!"

"Dead trolls aren't worth much. A live one fetches 50 gold coins."

"Wrap it up in the net, tie down its arms and legs, and be careful. I don't want any fools getting hurt now..."