Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 90: Spell Turret

Chapter 90: Spell Turret

The explosive "Fireball" spell showcased its power as a devastating battle weapon.

Three trolls, unable to dodge, were instantly gravely injured, their bodies charred black as they fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

The flames' searing heat counteracted their regeneration ability, leaving them unable to recover even if they weren't dead, completely out of the fight.

The trolls' anguished screams only fueled their comrades' anger.

Naturally cruel and confident in their strength, they roared defiantly at the charging soldiers, showing no fear as they attacked!

However, intimidated by the might of the fireballs, the trolls, who had been standing in a line, instinctively spread out.

Seeing their response, Matthew quickly realized that these trolls must have had experience fighting spellcasters before.

It was clear that using fireballs to wipe out ten or twenty of them in one go, as he had done with the gnolls, would not be possible this time.

But rather than being frustrated by their reaction, Matthew was actually pleased.

Without hesitation, he cast a second fireball!

Boom!

The rapidly moving fireball struck the two trolls at the front.

Matthew's swift casting caught the trolls off guard.

The expanding flames engulfed their massive bodies, quickly filling the air with the foul stench of burnt flesh.

As the flames dissipated, the two tenacious troll warriors lay on the ground, barely clinging to life.

Their scorched bodies trembled and smoked, and after a final twitch, they breathed their last breath.

Ding! "You killed a level 6 troll warrior, gaining 40 experience points. Mana Drain activated, restoring 5 mana points!"

Ding! "You killed a level 6 troll warrior, gaining 60 experience points. Additional skill point x1 awarded!"

The sweet sound of kill notifications made Matthew raise an eyebrow. Watching the trolls spread out even further, he licked his lips with excitement:

"Just what I needed—time to rake in some skill points!"

As the thought passed through his mind, Matthew raised his staff again, unleashing a barrage of speeding blue projectiles.

The storm of Magic Missiles pounded a particularly strong troll.

With a series of sickening cracks, the charging troll collapsed to its knees.

Its chest, riddled with a dozen wounds the size of bowls, gushed blood uncontrollably.

Through the gaping injuries, the troll's regeneration powers could be seen desperately trying to heal its flesh.

But more critically, its vital organs had been torn apart by the barrage of missiles.

Yet another troll had fallen to Matthew's power.

The charging soldiers cheered with renewed vigor.

The 400 adventurers nearby widened their eyes with astonishment and joy.

No longer hesitating, they joined the soldiers' flanks and rushed forward to encircle the trolls.

Matthew's fearsome attacks had suppressed the trolls' momentum, forcing them to slow down.