|Khahaha! You were right – cleaving him feels like cutting through warm butter – no resistance at all.|
Zombie laughed internally watching the moss troll writhe in pain.
|Shoud have cut off his head and be done with it.|
Patience sighed, sounding as if she was shaking her head at him.
|That is not my task for today.|
Zombie shrugged his shoulders, just as the troll was reaching out to his hand cut-off arm, undoubtedly to try to reattach it since its natural healing ability would actually allow that,
"Did I allowed you to touch that?"
The little blue undead rolled his eyes and took a step forward before winding up for a slash.
*SHING* *SHING* *SHING* *SHING* *SHING**SHING* *SHING* *SHING* *SHING* *SHING* *SHING* *SHING*
As both Kopia and his own body unleashed white light, the moss troll's arms got shredded into mincemeat because of the ranked-up blade storm skill – level 1 blade tornado, despite the distance between the two monsters.
"!!!!"
Forget about the shocked gasps – there were people in the audience either standing up or falling down from their chairs seeing the one-sided confrontation.
"GROUWAAAGH! (AAAAUUUUUURGH!) GROUUWAAAGH?! (YOU, UNDEAD, WHAT HAVE I DONE TO ANGER YOU?!)"
The armless troll become much less obnoxiously overconfident and cried out once it realized that his arms are not regenerating from the mushy pulp that Zombie had them turn into,
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"Hmmm? What have you done? Nothing at al. But, you are humanoid enough to make me angry just by existing."
Zombie shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head, smiling mockingly before throwing Kopia with just enough strength for everyone to be able to notice that this kind of attack was what he was doing the whole time the sword was disappearing from his hand.
Of course, the people that were around mid to high levels saw it from the start, but not every member of the audience present spend their days killing monsters.
And as for the attack...
*SHING*
"GROUWAAGH...! (Y-YOU BASTARD..!)
Kopia's shining blade dug deep into the moss troll's knee, making it kneel down and growl in pain, barely able to keep its balance and not land flat on its face.
"Even on his knees, he's still pretty big."
Zombie pointed out looking back at Cranberry, who seemed almost just as surprised as anyone in the audience, at least for the first few seconds.
"If he's too large, then all that needs to be done is crushing until there's nothing left!"
Fortunately, the red-haired girl managed to shake off the shock and responded to her undead familiar while tightly gripping her baseball bat.
Then, with her body glowing white, she charged at the moss troll, jumping upright in front of it to make up for the height difference, and unleashed a devastating strike for someone that was level 1 right on the monster's head.
*SPLASH*
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As the monster's head burst like a water balloon after meeting the black baseball bat, Cranberry let out a shocked gasp, unable to believe that it was that easy, but...
/Moss troll defeated
You receive EXP
/Level 1 »» Level 4
Skills level up
Base status points increased
/You receive 17 new skills
(For quest details use the show quests command)
/9 quests completed
Rewards granted
|Whoa, you really weren't kidding when you said that it wasn't good for experience points – the dragonewt from the first playthrough gave us so much more experience... Tsk... I thought that I will be able to rank up...|
The messages that popped up for the disappointed Zombie were the best proof that the moss troll was actually dead.
"..."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Cranberry must have received similar messages, plus maybe the one informing her that she received the troll slayer title. Since she closed her eyes and her eyes were moving as if she was reading something that only she could see.
|Well, it's not like the lizardfolk's and dragonewts are that much better for farming experience points, but, more importantly, leveling up really is much harder for you now than it was in the previous playthrough, you know? I wasn't kidding about that part.|
Patience spoke up, arriving with a timely reminder.
|True, you did.|
Zombie smirked and sighed – Kopia shone white, just as his own body, and the next moment the blade tornado unleashed from behind the red-haired girl turned the body of the monster into an unrecognizable mass that should not have any value – letting either the system faith people or the Greed family profit off of selling the monster parts gathered after the fight was finished wasn't even on Zombie's agenda, hence he made sure that it would be impossible with the trolls remnants.
"Good job out there, that was a really good bash."
The blue undead nodded at the red-haired girl and even praised her before turning around and returning back towards the seats without waiting for her reaction.
|Good. Looks like we are safe for now – or at least Cranberry is.|
Zombie breathed out and thought to himself, knowing full well that his mind was being read by two others.
|Thak you, Kopia, you were briliant.|
The blue undead praised the sentient sword already sheathed back into her expensive scabbard, patting her crossguard, and felt that she vibrates happily without making a sound – because if anyone noticed her talking, that would have caused an even greater uproar that Cranberry and him killing off something that looked like a champion mountain troll.
|And thank you too, Pati – yo really outdone yourself with suggesting such a monster, the reaction of the audience was perfect – and even once they realize that they were tricked thinking that our moss troll was something better, they should not pursue the matter since it was a rather spectacular manner."
Of course, the blue undead could not forger about thanking the overseer sealed inside of him either.
|Alright, fine. Give it a rest, I know that I am great. Don't let your guard down, we are not in the clear yet – do not forget that we didn't even see what kind of monster was prepared for Roan.|
But despite Zombie being in a good mood, Patience did not share his optimism and grumbled.
"..."
And she was right, making Zombie anxiously wait for Cranberry to catch up to him and spent the rest of the way back with her clenching his arm as if she expected him to suddenly launch off to somewhere.
Then...
What was left of the monster corpse was removed and the area was cleared.
The high priest cleared his throat and called out the final participant.
"The first prince of our beloved kingdom, young lord Roan Greed."
The blond prince with a greatsword stood up and rushed towards the center of the arena, with a rather complicated expression – it seemed like the one-sided fight with a great monster really stirred up his competitive spirit, but at the same time it was so overwhelming, that the boy wasn't sure whether he can really do that.
Zombie, already leaning on the backrest of the chair that Cranberry had taken furrowed his brows as that happened.
|Something's wrong...|
He thought anxiously.
|Oh? What do you mean exactly? Everything is going on fine.|
Patience sounded as if she was frowning and asked.
|I do not see any monster's life signature, but I sure see that the life essence of the guy we left back in one of the pens coming this way. But he is walking in a rather odd manner...|
Zombie thought pointing out at the passage on the other side o the arena from where Roan's opponent would emerge...
And it did...
|What the actual fu....?!|
Even Patience couldn't hold back a shocked gasp once she found out came out...
