The fastest way to kill Trolls is by setting them on fire, but this is underground where air doesn't circulate easily, making large-scale fires very dangerous. Besides, Unas wants experience, so we have to kill them one by one.
When he expressed his intention to personally execute the Troll, the leaders were taken aback. Luther replied, "There's no need to dirty your hands, sir. My men and I are perfectly capable of handling this task."
"No, I must follow the ancient tradition— the Judgment is the executioner. I pronounce their death sentences, and I must carry them out myself. I will not pass this responsibility on to anyone else," Unas offered a plausible reason. "Let me bear the filth of the sinners alone."
"I am willing to share your burden!" Luther declared his loyalty once again.
Unas gave a wry smile, realizing he might have overdone it. "Alright! Don't challenge the tradition I consider the highest honor. Go find a large whetstone and sharpen those two saw blades; I'll be using them for the execution later."
The firm tone and look in his eyes told Luther that the Paladin before him would not change his mind, and he had no choice but to obey and sharpen his sword.
Unas turned to Bas and instructed, "Take some men and pick out the stronger Trolls, two at a time, and send them here. Remember, don't let them know you're here to die."
"I know." The assassin smiled coldly, feeling a strange sense of pleasure in holding the power to decide the life and death of the Trolls.
Unas then said to Frank, "Take your men and stand guard at each cave entrance. Report back immediately if there's any movement. Also, keep an eye on the residential areas."
Whitebeard nodded and turned to leave, leaving only Unas and Riedel behind.
The place where the group discussed their meeting was Jinsai's residence, which was very similar to the place of the three Riedel brothers. It consisted of two connected gourd-shaped caves, with people living in the front and food and minerals stored in the back.
The storage room has now been completely looted by Unas, and the Spatial Bag is almost full of food and ore, undoubtedly the biggest gain from this battle.
The silence between the two didn't last long. Riedel, sweating profusely, asked, "Brother Unas... sir, what should I do?"
Unas had been thinking about what to do with the bald man. Killing him would be the end of it, but considering that the guy still had some loyalty and that his relationship with Half-Face might be useful, he decided to give him a chance.
"Is the information you received about the Blackrock Orcs planning to attack the Dark Iron Dwarves true or false?"
"Absolutely true!" Riedel replied firmly.
"If you're so sure, what's your source?"
"This..." Riedel hesitated, "Is my informant in the Dark Horde."
"An informant? What's their name? What race are they? Where are they located?"
"His identity is known only to me, and I swear to keep it a secret."
"I can also swear..."
Unas was speaking when Luther and several of his men carried in a large stone, calling out, "Sir, we're looking for a very good whetstone."
Unas waved to him in response, then turned and whispered to Riedel, "I'll give you some time to think it over. Tell me his identity, and I'll keep it a secret for you."
Luther and the others carried the whetstone to the center of the room and began sharpening their knives. A short while later, Bas returned with two Trolls. As soon as they entered, he pinned them to the ground, and to prevent them from resisting, he severed the Trolls ' tendons.
Unas took the gleaming saw blade, dragged the two Trolls onto the whetstone, placed the interlocking saw blade on the back of their necks and pulled hard. Blood spurted out, and the two heads fell to the ground with a thud.
He glanced back at Riedel and said, "Didn't you just ask what we were supposed to do? Go and call your brothers over. You're in charge of moving all the corpses to the storage room in the back."
After the bald, burly man left, Unas said to Luther, "Take some men and quietly follow him. If he tries to escape, kill him on the spot."
Whether it's a pity or a consolation, Riedel had no intention of running away and soon obediently returned with his brothers.
The executions continued, Unas counted the heads. When he beheaded the thirty-fifth Troll, his experience points reached 100% again, and he leveled up to level 34 amidst a dazzling light.
This time, all attributes have improved quite evenly, still totaling 8. The skill learned is Righteous Shield Strike (Shield Slam, dealing holy damage equivalent to 120% of a normal attack). The defensive skills are almost finished, it's time to learn some offensive skills. This skill has low cost and is a very standard attack method.
No one was too surprised by the golden light emanating from his body; they assumed it was some kind of Paladin's magic.
Unas didn't stop his slaughter. He killed three more to test it out. Sure enough, the experience given by the Trolls decreased slightly after leveling up, but killing another forty or fifty should be enough to level up.
After some thought, Unas decided that securing the mine was more important than wiping out all the Trolls; it would be a net loss. He returned the dulled saw blade to Luther Unas called out to Bas, who was about to carry the others away, "That's enough for today. If the remaining Trolls don't behave, I'll consider whether to exterminate them all."
The overwhelming stench of blood was almost unbearable, and the group quickly left the killing field. The Riedel brothers, covered in blood and panting heavily, were carrying the corpses, but Unas wasn't about to let them go. "Thank you for your hard work, Riedel brothers, but the mission isn't over yet. Hang in there a little longer; the corpses of the fallen Trolls are still drying outside. Move them all here too."
After witnessing the Paladin slay nearly forty Trolls and kill without blinking an eye, no one dared to complain. Once Unas was far away, the third brother muttered under his breath, "He's no Paladin, he's a demon!"
During the execution, the Blackrock Orcs that everyone was worried about did not appear, which made Unas secretly breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that Riedel's information may be true.
He sent someone to summon Frank back and said to the three leaders, "You all did a good job today. Your hard work shouldn't be in vain. The Trolls ' supplies are all with me; I'll distribute them to you now."
To avoid unfair distribution of the spoils, he divided the grain and ore into four portions according to the number of people in each unit, keeping one portion for Blackbeard and distributing the rest to the three men.
The Trolls have a very rich reserve; their ore reserves are equivalent to a human's total weekly ore reserves, and their food reserves are even greater, enough to feed the entire human race for two weeks. In other words, even if we do nothing for three weeks, we won't starve.
"No need to mine today. Everyone, guard all the entrances and exits to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation."
Seeing him conjure so many things out of thin air, the three were surprised and delighted, realizing he possessed a storage space. Frank said, "I thought the Trolls ' storage had all vanished, but it turns out it's with you, sir. Your spatial Arcane Artifacts is truly enormous, absolutely amazing!"
The old man seemed to be testing the spatial Arcane Artifacts, Unas ignored him. "Stop with the nonsense. Quickly call someone to take away your spoils, or I'll take them back."
The seemingly joking threat actually made the three of them very nervous. They quickly gathered people to start moving the Unas, and soon they had divided them all up.