Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 108: The Lord Shows Off

Chapter 108: The Lord Shows Off

The interior of Troll Valley was unexpectedly vast.

In the center of the valley flowed a gentle stream.

On both sides of the riverbanks grew lush green meadows, dotted with dense patches of reeds.

Sparse groves and thickets occasionally dotted the landscape, giving the area a peaceful, idyllic feel under the bright sunlight.

Field gazed at the valley with mixed emotions, envisioning a future where this flat land had been cultivated and transformed into fields of wheat and rice.

"A castle for the lord in the center, surrounded by a dozen small villages, with a stronghold at the valley's entrance..."

The old village chief's dreams were grand, but thinking of the dangerous creatures they had encountered along the way, he couldn't help but frown.

Crunch!

A yellowed tusk bit deeply into a bone, sucking out the marrow with a loud "slurping" sound.

The thick smell of blood ignited a deep rage in the troll's heart, its bloodshot eyes filled with hatred as it let out a low growl.

It warily watched the mountain ravine ahead, crouching slightly as its legs tensed.

Even though its wounds had healed, the troll could still feel a dull ache in its bones, the terrifying memory of its leg being shattered by a brutal strike deeply etched in its mind.

Grinding the bone into fragments between its teeth, the troll was about to enjoy the rest of its wild boar feast when a shadow suddenly fell across its face with a dull thud.

At first, the troll paid it no mind, but intense pain soon radiated from its face. Instinctively, it reached out to grab at the twisted, slimy sensation, and an indescribable terror welled up inside it.

A wave of agony swept over the troll, and faintly, it heard the sharp whistle of something cutting through the air.

Squelch!

The last sound the troll heard was the crack of its skull shattering.

"Ding! You have killed a troll. You gain 50 experience points and 1 skill point."

Lowering his staff, Matthew ignored the curious looks from the adventurers and said in a clear voice:

"Move forward!"

He wasn't here to capture trolls; that wasn't necessary. Earning money was only a means to an end—completing tasks and increasing his power were the real goals.

Alice glanced at him reflexively, nodded as if it were the most natural thing, and gestured for the group to continue moving forward.

Up ahead, Beelzebub looked nervously at the fallen troll's corpse.

The remnants of the corrosive acid from Matthew's acid arrow continued to eat away at the troll's skull, exposing the white bone underneath.

Though confident he could take down a troll quickly, Beelzebub had no certainty he could withstand one of Matthew's rapid magical attacks.

Passing adventurers saw the troll's gruesome fate, recalling the awe and mystery surrounding spellcasters.

Additionally, they had learned that this mysterious spellcaster was the leader of the group and that they were required to follow his orders.

Some felt regret, but no one dared to voice their thoughts aloud.

After demonstrating his power, Matthew took a moment to observe the others in the group and found little complaint—everyone displayed a commendable level of professionalism.