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Chapter 36.2: It Was Warm in the City That Year (10)
It seemed twice as painful as before. The troll swung its club at Johan’s head with hatred and venom in its eyes. With the longsword already broken, Johan discarded any hesitation and swiftly dodged backward. The spot where he had just been standing shattered, sending chills down his spine.
ᅠ
‘It’s awkward to block with a shield.’
ᅠ
Grateful for having prepared multiple longswords, Johan drew another one. Though his attack failed, it had an effect. Two weapons were now stuck in the troll’s body, too deeply embedded for its regenerative abilities to push out. They needed to be pulled out manually.
ᅠ
Of course, he didn’t plan on giving it the time to do so.
ᅠ
Johan feigned a charge. The troll, grinding its teeth, kicked to prevent him from getting close, but it was just a bluff by Johan. Realizing it had been tricked, the troll roared in frustration.
ᅠ
“Bring me my weapon! We must aid Sir Johan!”
ᅠ
“Milord, you’re injured!”
ᅠ
“Shut up! Can’t you bring it immediately? I’ll cut you down!”
ᅠ
“No! Milord! Better kill me instead!”
ᅠ
‘Ah. These kids.’
ᅠ
Johan found the chatter of the distant elf knights and his men even more annoying.
ᅠ
Just buzz off, you sons of b*tches!
ᅠ
‘Doesn’t seem like an uncatchable one, though.’
ᅠ
Johan calmed his anger and thought hard. The most threatening strength of the troll was its unique defensive capability and regenerative power. It was no ordinary challenge, as the creature not only rarely got hurt but also healed quickly.
ᅠ
However, with Johan’s superhuman strength, it was possible to inflict damage. Continuously attacking would eventually wear the troll down and weaken it. Moreover, the situation was in Johan’s favor. The Holy Knights’ Order, experienced in hunting trolls, would soon arrive.
ᅠ
‘Should I just try to buy time?’
ᅠ
But the troll, with two weapons stuck in its belly, seemed to have a different idea. Preferring quick resolutions, the troll charged at Johan with a roar as soon as it realized he was just buying time.
ᅠ
It felt like a massive boulder was flying at him, but Johan dived low. Being intimidated by size was a thing of the past for him. Dodging to the side, he precisely aimed and stabbed at the troll’s leg this time.
ᅠ
If the creature kept attacking despite being stabbed in the torso, targeting its legs seemed a better strategy.
ᅠ
‘Buy time!’N♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
‘. . .It’s working?!’
ᅠ
Just like the elf knights and his subordinates, who looked at him as if he was insane, Johan regretted grabbing and pulling the troll’s arm.
ᅠ
Strangely, in battle, his instinct and reason worked separately. Logically, he thought, ‘I shouldn’t do this and stay safe,’ but his instinct boldly went ahead.
ᅠ
Especially with such actions!
ᅠ
The troll, losing the struggle, thrashed around, but if it couldn’t win with strength in this situation, there was little it could do. Gradually, its arm was pulled back, and a strange sound started emanating from its thick shoulder.
ᅠ
“Oh, oh, oh. . .?”
ᅠ
“My God. . .!”
ᅠ
A sight where even those who weren’t particularly devout call upon the name of the deity!
ᅠ
Muscles tore and skin ripped with a sound, followed by splattering blood. Then, the troll let out the loudest scream of the day. Johan felt a tingling loss of strength in the muscles of his arms and legs. That was the effort he had exerted to defeat the creature.
ᅠ
Johan, having thrown one of the troll’s arms aside, shouted,
ᅠ
“Weapon!”
ᅠ
“Sir, catch!”
ᅠ
One of the subordinates quickly regained their senses and hurled a weapon towards him. The voice was filled with reverence. After witnessing such a fight, no one could face Johan with a clear head.
ᅠ
Johan raised his sword, aiming at the troll’s thick neck. Even a troll with great regenerative abilities couldn’t survive with an arm torn off by sheer force. The creature was unconscious from pain and blood loss.
ᅠ
Like an executioner beheading a prisoner, Johan swung his sword in a calm and orderly manner. It was hard to believe he had just been in such a brawl.
ᅠ
Snap!
ᅠ
The sword glinted, and its well-forged steel blade shattered the troll’s neck bone.
ᅠ
Then, belatedly, the St. Iena Holy Knights’ Order paladins arrived on the battlefield, carrying blazing torches.
ᅠ
“Everyone, stand back! We will handle this!”
ᅠ
“. . .It’s already been taken care of.”
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Chapter 36.2: It Was Warm in the City That Year (10)
It seemed twice as painful as before. The troll swung its club at Johan’s head with hatred and venom in its eyes. With the longsword already broken, Johan discarded any hesitation and swiftly dodged backward. The spot where he had just been standing shattered, sending chills down his spine.
ᅠ
‘It’s awkward to block with a shield.’
ᅠ
Grateful for having prepared multiple longswords, Johan drew another one. Though his attack failed, it had an effect. Two weapons were now stuck in the troll’s body, too deeply embedded for its regenerative abilities to push out. They needed to be pulled out manually.
ᅠ
Of course, he didn’t plan on giving it the time to do so.
ᅠ
Johan feigned a charge. The troll, grinding its teeth, kicked to prevent him from getting close, but it was just a bluff by Johan. Realizing it had been tricked, the troll roared in frustration.
ᅠ
“Bring me my weapon! We must aid Sir Johan!”
ᅠ
“Milord, you’re injured!”
ᅠ
“Shut up! Can’t you bring it immediately? I’ll cut you down!”
ᅠ
“No! Milord! Better kill me instead!”
ᅠ
‘Ah. These kids.’
ᅠ
Johan found the chatter of the distant elf knights and his men even more annoying.
ᅠ
Just buzz off, you sons of b*tches!
ᅠ
‘Doesn’t seem like an uncatchable one, though.’
ᅠ
Johan calmed his anger and thought hard. The most threatening strength of the troll was its unique defensive capability and regenerative power. It was no ordinary challenge, as the creature not only rarely got hurt but also healed quickly.
ᅠ
However, with Johan’s superhuman strength, it was possible to inflict damage. Continuously attacking would eventually wear the troll down and weaken it. Moreover, the situation was in Johan’s favor. The Holy Knights’ Order, experienced in hunting trolls, would soon arrive.
ᅠ
‘Should I just try to buy time?’
ᅠ
But the troll, with two weapons stuck in its belly, seemed to have a different idea. Preferring quick resolutions, the troll charged at Johan with a roar as soon as it realized he was just buying time.
ᅠ
It felt like a massive boulder was flying at him, but Johan dived low. Being intimidated by size was a thing of the past for him. Dodging to the side, he precisely aimed and stabbed at the troll’s leg this time.
ᅠ
If the creature kept attacking despite being stabbed in the torso, targeting its legs seemed a better strategy.
ᅠ
‘Buy time!’N♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
‘. . .It’s working?!’
ᅠ
Just like the elf knights and his subordinates, who looked at him as if he was insane, Johan regretted grabbing and pulling the troll’s arm.
ᅠ
Strangely, in battle, his instinct and reason worked separately. Logically, he thought, ‘I shouldn’t do this and stay safe,’ but his instinct boldly went ahead.
ᅠ
Especially with such actions!
ᅠ
The troll, losing the struggle, thrashed around, but if it couldn’t win with strength in this situation, there was little it could do. Gradually, its arm was pulled back, and a strange sound started emanating from its thick shoulder.
ᅠ
“Oh, oh, oh. . .?”
ᅠ
“My God. . .!”
ᅠ
A sight where even those who weren’t particularly devout call upon the name of the deity!
ᅠ
Muscles tore and skin ripped with a sound, followed by splattering blood. Then, the troll let out the loudest scream of the day. Johan felt a tingling loss of strength in the muscles of his arms and legs. That was the effort he had exerted to defeat the creature.
ᅠ
Johan, having thrown one of the troll’s arms aside, shouted,
ᅠ
“Weapon!”
ᅠ
“Sir, catch!”
ᅠ
One of the subordinates quickly regained their senses and hurled a weapon towards him. The voice was filled with reverence. After witnessing such a fight, no one could face Johan with a clear head.
ᅠ
Johan raised his sword, aiming at the troll’s thick neck. Even a troll with great regenerative abilities couldn’t survive with an arm torn off by sheer force. The creature was unconscious from pain and blood loss.
ᅠ
Like an executioner beheading a prisoner, Johan swung his sword in a calm and orderly manner. It was hard to believe he had just been in such a brawl.
ᅠ
Snap!
ᅠ
The sword glinted, and its well-forged steel blade shattered the troll’s neck bone.
ᅠ
Then, belatedly, the St. Iena Holy Knights’ Order paladins arrived on the battlefield, carrying blazing torches.
ᅠ
“Everyone, stand back! We will handle this!”
ᅠ
“. . .It’s already been taken care of.”
Chapter 36.2: It Was Warm in the City That Year 10It seemed twice as painful as before. The troll swung its club at Johan's head with hatred and venom in its eyes. With the longsword already broken, Johan discarded any hesitation and swiftly dodged backward. The spot where he had just been standing shattered, sending chills down his spine.It's awkward to block with a shield.'Grateful for having prepared multiple longswords, Johan drew another one. Though his attack failed, it had an effect. Two weapons were now stuck in the troll's body, too deeply embedded for its regenerative abilities to push out. They needed to be pulled out manually.Of course, he didn't plan on giving it the time to do so.Johan feigned a charge. The troll, grinding its teeth, kicked to prevent him from getting close, but it was just a bluff by Johan. Realizing it had been tricked, the troll roared in frustration.Bring me my weapon! We must aid Sir Johan!Milord, you're injured!Shut up! Can't you bring it immediately? I'll cut you down!No! Milord! Better kill me instead!Ah. These kids.'Johan found the chatter of the distant elf knights and his men even more annoying.Just buzz off, you sons of b*tches!Doesn't seem like an uncatchable one, though.'Johan calmed his anger and thought hard. The most threatening strength of the troll was its unique defensive capability and regenerative power. It was no ordinary challenge, as the creature not only rarely got hurt but also healed quickly.However, with Johan's superhuman strength, it was possible to inflict damage. Continuously attacking would eventually wear the troll down and weaken it. Moreover, the situation was in Johan's favor. The Holy Knights' Order, experienced in hunting trolls, would soon arrive.Should I just try to buy time?'But the troll, with two weapons stuck in its belly, seemed to have a different idea. Preferring quick resolutions, the troll charged at Johan with a roar as soon as it realized he was just buying time.It felt like a massive boulder was flying at him, but Johan dived low. Being intimidated by size was a thing of the past for him. Dodging to the side, he precisely aimed and stabbed at the troll's leg this time.If the creature kept attacking despite being stabbed in the torso, targeting its legs seemed a better strategy.Buy time!'NvlBn: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.. . .It's working?!'Just like the elf knights and his subordinates, who looked at him as if he was insane, Johan regretted grabbing and pulling the troll's arm.Strangely, in battle, his instinct and reason worked separately. Logically, he thought, I shouldn't do this and stay safe,' but his instinct boldly went ahead.Especially with such actions!The troll, losing the struggle, thrashed around, but if it couldn't win with strength in this situation, there was little it could do. Gradually, its arm was pulled back, and a strange sound started emanating from its thick shoulder.Oh, oh, oh. . .?My God. . .!A sight where even those who weren't particularly devout call upon the name of the deity!Muscles tore and skin ripped with a sound, followed by splattering blood. Then, the troll let out the loudest scream of the day. Johan felt a tingling loss of strength in the muscles of his arms and legs. That was the effort he had exerted to defeat the creature.Johan, having thrown one of the troll's arms aside, shouted,Weapon!Sir, catch!One of the subordinates quickly regained their senses and hurled a weapon towards him. The voice was filled with reverence. After witnessing such a fight, no one could face Johan with a clear head.Johan raised his sword, aiming at the troll's thick neck. Even a troll with great regenerative abilities couldn't survive with an arm torn off by sheer force. The creature was unconscious from pain and blood loss.Like an executioner beheading a prisoner, Johan swung his sword in a calm and orderly manner. It was hard to believe he had just been in such a brawl.Snap!The sword glinted, and its well-forged steel blade shattered the troll's neck bone.Then, belatedly, the St. Iena Holy Knights' Order paladins arrived on the battlefield, carrying blazing torches.Everyone, stand back! We will handle this!. . .It's already been taken care of.
