Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of arrows sped through the air, hitting the charging trolls head-on.
The trolls in front of them were clad in thick metal armor, raising their arms to shield their heads, allowing the arrows to fall upon their bodies as they bore down on them with their heads lowered.
The sharp arrowheads had little effect, only a few managed to pierce through the gaps in the armor.
However, such wounds were nothing to these robust trolls.
They charged side by side, their bloodshot eyes glinting with a cruel, icy coldness and brutality.
Matthew recognized these trolls as the same group that had stormed the Moon Hand Slaver Group's camp!
A unique batch of trolls!
The information left by the abandoned soldiers and warriors confirmed their identity.
Clearly, these trolls were not about to engage in a pleasant "conversation"!
Without hesitation, Matthew raised his magic wand high, and with the infusion of mana, a dark yellow shadow sped forth.
