The Undead Troll King continued to look at the stump that its arm was attached mere moments ago. It was confused to say the least. Darkened blood was gushing out of its wound.The sound of horses. .h.i.tting the ground drew closer. It was a matter of minutes before the Kulvan army breached Alfrum to help them.
Griff breathed a sigh of relief as half of his hai was starting to become white again.
[You"re reckless to a fault.]
"At least I know my theory worked. Now I"m gonna get the h.e.l.l out of here!"
[You better! Your mana isn"t enough to perform the same thing again.]
Griff jumped off the severed arm he had used to cushion his fall.
However, just as Griff turned to run towards the Town Square, the Troll King howled, and grabbed its club, running towards Griff.
Griff"s face paled as he started to run faster.
Just then, the sound of the ground rumbling around him was heard, and suddenly several small, 3 meter tall, humanoid golems rose from the ruins surrounding him who charged towards the Troll King without hesitation.
Griff"s eyes shot towards the collapsed stone wall where he could see a single hand reaching out from the rubble with mana being circulated around it.
"RUN YOU BRAT!"
The figure of Leebus lifting several piles of collapsed stone could be made out from this distance as he seemed bulked up.
Griff hurriedly turned around and continued to run, yet it seemed that not even the golems were enough to slow down the Troll King who simply swept them away or crushed them under its foot.
"I have no choice. Even if this will harm me..."
"Contradiction M"
Before Grif could finish his chant, a shadow was cast over him and the Troll King, who looked up in confusion once more. An enormous wolf was above them, and seconds later it had crashed head first into the Troll King, sending it tumbling over.
The wolf quickly got up, and ran at an unimaginable speed with its huge body towards Griff.
"The h.e.l.l!"
It used its head to pick him up, and started to run to the town square, howling.
———————A Few Minutes Ago———————
Rin was watching Reiner and Griff reach the tower. She sighed.
"These two musclebrains..."
"Uh..."
"Oh? You"re awake."
Sylvie slowly stood up and sat. Rin was sitting crosslegged.
"Where am I... where"s the idiot?"
"Oh. Well, nothing big happened while you were out. Just that the undead breached the walls and stuff... oh and Griff and Reiner went to kill that big guy."
Rin said with irony.
Sylvie held her head in confusion, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. She grabbed Rin by her shoulders.
"Are they insane?! Why the h.e.l.l did you let them go! Where are they, they"re going to both die."
"Hey hey! Stop shaking me first!"
Sylvie let go of Rin"s shoulders who dusted her shoulders.
"You see that tower? They"re there. I don"t know what they"re planning though."
Sylvie looked at the tower where she could make out two figures in the distance. Suddenly one of them was sent flying towards the Troll King.
"IS THAT GRIFF?!"
She shouted as she watched him maneuver in mid air, and slam into the Troll King. As the dust settled, she saw the severed arm fall.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but it seemed that he wasn"t out of danger yet.
"Rin. Do you know how to share mana?"
"Hm? Yeah why?"
"Griff"s not going to make it out of there. He"s low on mana. I got a trick up my own sleeve like him."
Rin was about to object on how dangerous it was after she fainted from the sound, but it was then that the Troll King roared once more.
"Fine..."
—————————Present———————————
The wolf howled once more as it jumped across the town with its horrifying size, leaving the adventurers agape at the scene. The troll king was standing up again, but the army was here now...
Through the broken gates and walls of Alfrum the military"s force stormed through on their horses. The scene was magnificent as silver clad knights on their armored horses dashed through the streets, slicing up the undead with silver weapons in an orderly fashion.
There were even mages that had arrived with the military as several different spells either incinerated or swept away the undead monsters that blocked the advance of the army.
It was as if their numbers meant nothing to the knights clad in silver who swept through the city with their various weapons.
Even the Troll King"s size didn"t faze them for one second.
"Whoah..."
Griff said unintentionally as he watched from on top of a building, sitting on the wolf.
The Troll King roared and used its only arm to slam into the charging knights who were attacking it. It started to toss boulders around, and kick the knights that approached it.
Griff was worried that the knights wouldn"t be able to subdue the Troll King...
"Light Magic: Holy Sword Incarnation."
A voice thundered across the battlefield, and a beam of light erupted behind the ruins of the walls, incinerating the head of the Troll King entirely.
Griff was curious of who cast that spell as he looked in shock for the after effects of the spell not only incinerated the head of the undead Troll King, but anything that was on its path too.
The limp body of the Troll King fell... as the army of Kulva sliced and dices any undead it came across even as more of the artificial horde kept pouring through the forest. This... was no longer a ma.s.sacre, this was a battlefield now.