The Troll Soldiers naturally didn't catch up.
They suffered heavy losses after enduring several hits from the Fireball Technique.
Looking at the blazing flames, the Trolls eventually decided not to continue waiting and reluctantly chose to take a detour.
The moment they saw the flames rise, they already knew that the journey ahead wouldn't be peaceful.
They guessed right!
They hadn't gone even a few hundred meters.
When the leading Troll Soldier screamed in agony.
The color drained from Batum's face as he looked down at the thick layer of fallen leaves, brushing them aside with his weapon.
Several crude and fierce iron spikes were revealed.
The corners of his mouth twitching slightly, Batum picked up the spike with the barbed point.
Pressing it lightly with his finger, a sharp pain shot through from the fingertip,
And drops of fresh blood flowed from the wound, appearing particularly bloody under the crimson moonlight.
