Demitrija swiftly approached the sleeping giant troll.
Clenching his longsword high above his head.
Thud!
His blade sliced across the troll's throat, and with a pop! The snot bubble popped, and the troll's head rolled off.
Blood gushed out, and the troll's eyes widened as it watched its body increasingly move away.
"Master, we can continue on," Demitrija quietly said, stepping on the rolling head.
This proved that the location might have once been a fortress.
But now it was occupied by these one-eyed trolls, their lair.
"Hmm, continue forward. There should be more trolls below," Fang Hao said.
"Yes."
Demitrija waved his hand again, and the skeleton troops continued to move forward.
The stone steps went on, leading downwards where all sorts of weapons and armor were strewn about on the platform.
The size of the equipment indicated they were meant for humans.
It seemed that quite a few humans had arrived here before Fang Hao and his crew.
