Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 82: Adventurers Gone Mad!

Chapter 82: Adventurers Gone Mad!

A gentle breeze blew through the Dark Forest.

A faint stench carried with the wind, spreading far and wide.

Five trolls fled in terror. Once the rulers of the Dark Forest, they had now become prey.

Blood poured from their bodies, dripping down, and with the barbed bleeding arrows lodged deep, the more they ran, the weaker they became.

Three large nets dropped from the sky.

Two trolls that couldn't dodge in time were caught, bound tightly by ropes and stones fastened to the nets.

The remaining three trolls cast a fearful glance at their captured comrades and frantically fled, not daring to stop.

Over ten strong adventurers rushed out, using specially made steel forks to pin the net ropes from afar, working together to subdue the trolls on the ground.

Alice shot them a look of delight, shouting hurriedly:

"Don't stop! Keep chasing them! Don't let them catch their breath."

"Tie up their arms and legs! And be on guard—watch out for other adventurers!"

After hearing Alice's orders, Chris quickened his pace, focusing on the tall figures running ahead. With a few swift strides, he leaped onto a small hill, steadied himself, and drew his bow.

With a sharp whoosh, the arrow streaked through the air, aiming for the troll's back.

"Ah...!"

The troll let out a scream as the arrow struck its knee, causing it to collapse to the ground. It thrashed wildly, reaching for the arrow's shaft.

But as it grabbed hold, the brittle arrow shaft snapped in its grip.

Now, the troll's hopes of pulling the arrow out vanished instantly.

Slick blood trickled down, filling the troll with terror. Just as it looked up to seek help from its comrades, all it saw was their retreating backs.

Excited, Chris charged closer but didn't approach the troll directly. Using a nearby sturdy tree for cover, he drew and fired another arrow.

The troll, struggling to rise, was hit again, collapsing back to its knees with a heavy thud.

Despite its incredible strength, the troll wasn't ready to surrender, swinging its heavy club in a desperate attempt to take Chris down with it.

Chris, now well-practiced, swiftly ran away, not intending to engage the troll head-on.

Within just a few breaths, the other adventurers caught up.

They patted Chris on the shoulder with excitement, then threw a prepared net over the troll.

No matter how strong the troll was, it couldn't overpower seven or eight brawny adventurers. After struggling for a while, it was subdued.

Chris decided not to pursue the others further. With his current contribution, he could already claim 15 gold coins. Pushing for more might make others envious.

Ten minutes later, the last two trolls were also captured and locked up.

The adventurers, brimming with satisfaction, stared at the ugly, stinking trolls and began chatting excitedly.

"Haha, we've caught six trolls this morning! That's 300 gold coins in the bag!"

"I wonder how those fools who split off are doing... I bet their haul isn't as good."