Chapter 67: Welcome to Caelhart
It didn’t take long for the knights of Stellhart to defeat the troll, despite its incredible regenerative powers.
The second troll let out a final roar, swinging its club in desperation, but the formation of the knights tightened, shields raised. Garrett’s blade flared once more, molten and red-hot as it carved deep into the beast’s knee.
The troll staggered. The arquebus shots rang out. One struck its eye. Another was buried into the roof of its mouth as it howled. Garrett, using this chance, pierced the troll with his burning blade in the chest, and this time it didn’t heal.
With a thundering crash, the giant troll collapsed, limbs twitching as steam hissed from its wounds.
The battlefield fell silent, save for the heavy breaths of soldiers and the low, approving growl of Sir Thalos finishing his own fight with a shattered club in one hand and troll blood staining his gauntlet.
He ripped the giant troll’s head clean off, vertebrae and all, like uprooting a tree from the spine. Aside from the giant troll’s blood, there was not even a single bruise on Sir Thalos’s body. He couldn’t help but sigh.
"Tch. Not much for a warm-up," Sir Thalos muttered, wiping troll gore from his gauntlets. "The snakes in the Capital are getting lazy. Last time’s greeting nearly had me breaking a sweat."
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As the knights were finishing off their respective giant trolls, Lucen looked at the area where Vardon threw the arrow back. He could hear several footsteps going in different directions.
"Shouldn’t we capture them?" Lucen asked.
"There’s no point. Whoever those people were, we wouldn’t be able to get any useful information out of them. Even if we caught them, they’d silence themselves before we got a single word. Better to let them crawl back to their masters to tell that even now the Stellhart knights are strong."