Chapter 15: The Chosen
’Has he not broken free yet?’ Vlad realized, watching as the Troll King halted mid-attack, his massive arm falling limp at his side.
’Did he resist the mark just long enough to attack?’ Vlad wondered, his thinking confirmed by the absence of the system notification.
Each time one of his subjects broke free, Vlad received a system notification, but there was none this time.
"Throw away your weapon," Vlad bellowed, yet the Troll just stood there staring him down, denying him of his control.
Troll King was actively resisting his control, but for some reason, he was not attacking, and the only possible explanation could be that the beast was focused on breaking free from the Sovereign’s Mark.
Vlad shifted his gaze from the lumbering giant to the hobgoblin who lay unmoving against the wall, his skull caved in, blood pooling beneath him.
Just as he took a step forward to save him, a cold system notification appeared before him, informing him that Kragg was dead.
’Well, there goes my chance to successfully do this raid on the first try,’ Vlad lamented, his mind already going over the things he needed to improve to succeed.
Vlad was ready to end this try and return for the second attempt, but it seemed the surprises were not over, as he and every player in the Grimroot village received a system notification informing them of their doom.
{The Dark Troll King will escape from Grimroot Dungeon in ten minutes. All players are advised to brace for the arrival of the Grimlord and his goblin horde.}
"What?" Vlad snapped, his eyes darting back to the Troll, who stood there, his pitch-dark eyes oozing with darkness, a twisted smile stretching across his face.