Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 93: Fierce Struggle

Chapter 93: Fierce Struggle

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dozens of arrows flew forward, striking the advancing trolls.

These trolls, however, wore thick metal armor. Raising their arms to protect their heads, they charged forward undeterred as the arrows bounced off them.

The sharp arrowheads only occasionally found their mark, slipping through the gaps in their armor.

But such minor injuries were nothing to these robust trolls.

Charging side by side, their blood-red eyes gleamed with cold cruelty and rage.

Matthew recognized these trolls—they were the same ones who had broken the Moonhand Slaver camp!

A unique breed of trolls!

The information on forsaken soldiers and warriors confirmed their identity.

Clearly, these trolls wouldn't be up for any "peaceful negotiations."

Without hesitation, Matthew raised his staff. With a surge of mana, a streak of dark yellow light shot forward.

This time, his target wasn't the charging trolls but the pile of leaves ahead of them!

Grease, a 1st-level spell!

Two or three dozen charging trolls slipped and slid as they barreled into the greased ground, nearly toppling over.

"Move aside..."

"Careful..."

"Damn humans..."

"There's a spellcaster!"

"Rush him, kill him!"

"I'll flay his skin..."

"This doesn't seem dangerous..."

The remaining trolls instinctively halted their charge.

Numerous menacing gazes were now fixed on Matthew.

Disrupting their formation, however, was not Matthew's main objective.

As he observed the trolls stumbling across the slippery ground, a red-hot beam shot from his staff.

Boom!

Blazing flames roared to life, instantly engulfing over twenty trolls caught off guard.

In mere moments, these trolls became walking torches, their agonized screams striking fear into the hearts of the other trolls.

Matthew could clearly see the damage numbers floating above the trolls' heads: "-2," "-3."

However, the trolls' powerful regeneration kept working, and they wouldn't be so easily burned to death.

Enduring the searing pain, these scorched trolls madly rushed toward the water's edge.

For now, they were out of the fight!

But the remaining trolls quickly spread out, growing even more enraged!

They had their sights set on Matthew!

And that was precisely Matthew's goal!

A damage dealer who doesn't draw aggro is of no use at all!

As the flames distracted and scattered the trolls, a strategy began to form in Angela's mind as she observed the barbarians holding the trolls at bay, and she decisively gave the order.

"Axe and sword teams, form groups of three and take formation!"

"Squads 1 and 4, form groups of six and combine the axe-wielder teams into wedge formations!"