Legendary Unit: Metal Trolls Join

[Slay the Level 69 "Ghoul-Troll Spirit" Monster Horde!]

[Rewards Calculation: Defeat the enemy, base rating D, kill above level +3 - C, instant kill +3 - B]

Final rating: B

[Loot obtained: Ghoul-Troll Spirit Essence, Experience Orbs *9, Ghoul-Troll Spirit's Treasure Chest *4]

Amidst the billowing dust, the Witcher listened to the clanging of mechanical sounds and stared in disbelief at the semi-transparent light screen that appeared before him.

The next second.

The [Demon Hunter] status automatically dissipates because the locked target is dead.

A sharp, stinging pain surged through his limbs, jolting the Witcher awake and causing him to cancel "Beast Roar: Berserk".

Instantly.

A sense of weakness permeated my body and mind.

However, the Witcher ignored the emptiness and powerlessness that made his limbs weak and stared blankly at his hands.

"That... solves it?"

At level 69, with all four attributes except Agility listed as question marks during the appraisal, this monster— Ghoul-Troll Spirit that hunts large Metal Troll trolls as easily as crushing ants—couldn't even withstand the critical strike of the [Demon Hunter] skill...

One sword.

One sword...

One sword!

With just one sword strike, he killed a giant, ghost-like monster.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a large fan-shaped crater was revealed on the ground.

From the direction pointed by the hanging Balmor sword, it extends all the way to the stone wall not far away.

The deepest part of the pit appears to be at least one meter deep.

Keep in mind that this is a cave in the Blue Mountains, where the floor and walls are made of the hardest rock, not soft soil.

Ailin couldn't believe that these were the marks of battle he had caused.

He had only ever seen this level of terrain destruction in the action-packed manga of his previous life.

"Roar—ah—"

Panic-stricken screams came from beside me.

The Witcher looked in the direction of the sound.

"Knock knock knock~"

The Metal Troll, which had previously stumbled into a dead end in a panic, rushed out of the dark passage and stood frozen at the entrance of the passage, which was on slightly higher ground, because of the sudden disappearance of the Ghoul-Troll Spirit.

The bewildered, beady eyes still held a trace of fear.

After exchanging glances, the four Metal Troll scanned the cavern with their eyes. Once the dust and smoke from the fierce battle had completely dissipated, they converged on the witcher in the center.

Then slowly move it down.

Following the ancient Balmor sword, it stopped in a crater that had just appeared in the ground, and on an emerald within it that was the size of Metal Troll's finger.

Under the dim light of Meritellie's concealment circle, the emerald shimmered with a striking green glow.

This is the only trace proving that the Ghoul-Troll Spirit once came to this world.

When ghostly or demonic creatures are defeated, they usually leave behind gem dust. The Ghoul-Troll Spirit the other hand, leave behind only larger pieces of dust.

certainly.

It is smaller than the One-Eyed Nekker.

In addition, there was also a small clump of Residue of Grudge from Ailin's hunting of ghostly monsters, which was piled up under the emerald.

The Metal Troll clearly recognized the source of the emerald.

DouDou stared in disbelief at the small figure that had suddenly appeared in front of the pit. Even though the Witcher had blocked their path to the exit, they didn't dare to approach for a long time.

They seem to be observing.

The Witcher looked away.

He is very weak right now.

The combined effects of the Giant Ghoul Decoction, the Blizzard Potion, and "Beast Roar: Frenzy" were inexplicably good, even absurd, while also causing unusually severe weakness.

The exhaustion throughout my body felt like the exhaustion I felt in my previous life when my body was in poor health after completing a triathlon.

The scenery before him was swaying and blurry, and he was only able to stand normally because the tip of Balmor's sword was pressed against the ground for support.

However, under the watchful eyes of the four Metal Troll, he pretended to be casual and naturally drank a bottle of White Honey first to remove the toxins from the decoction and magic potion.

After using another Drowner Heart Essence Fluid, he regained some strength, bent down to pick up the emerald, and slowly bottled the Residue of Grudge.

Do not expose your weakness in front of wild beasts, and the same applies to monsters.

Although he had just saved these trolls' lives, who knew what the Metal Troll' temperament was like...

certainly.

Ailin wasn't putting on a calm facade because she was worried about her own safety.

The week-long practice of the Path of the Beast Roar was not entirely ineffective.

The Witcher, who maintains the "Beast Roar: Berserk" for three hours every day, can feel his body recovering at nearly twice the speed it did after his battle with Aristo a week ago.

Moreover, with teleportation portals and familiarity with the terrain of Old Spearhead Cave, leaving would only take a blink of an eye.

However, he felt he could get more.

Of the seven summoned Metal Troll, one died, and two more found the correct passage out of the cave.

The Blue Mountains are so vast that finding a few more scattered trolls would be difficult; we'll have to ask the Mountain Stone for help later.

These four lost Metal Troll, if missed this time, may never be seen again.

"Ding-dong~"

Put the emerald and Residue of Grudge back into the reagent bag.

now.

The four Metal Troll remained motionless at the junction of the dead end and the cave, like still humanoid metal blocks.

Only the beady eyes darted around in their deep sockets, occasionally glancing cautiously at the Witcher before exchanging glances.

He had a simple-minded and foolish appearance, yet he was also timid and cunning.

"Da~"

The Witcher turned to face the Metal Troll, taking a step toward his doom.

The Metal Troll instinctively took a step back.

"Da~"

The Witcher has taken another step forward.

The Metal Troll retreated again.

The little beady eyes darted frantically to both sides, as if searching for a way to cross over.

The trolls' weak desire to attack relieved the demon hunters.

He stopped and ceased his pressure.

To prevent the Metal Troll from being driven into a corner and disrupting the plan.

Immediately afterwards.

The little bit of golden energy that had just been restored in the blood reappeared.

The Mutated Organ next to the heart swells with magical power.

However, unlike "Beast Roar: Berserk," where all four elements surged forth simultaneously, this time only the brown earth element appeared, which combined with the golden energy of the Roar Path.

Then.

The golden-brown energy flow formed by the convergence of light points gently merges into the energy node of the roar path under the tongue.

Primal Tongue.

Ailin's second skill, acquired through the Way of Roar, is the ability to perceive the thoughts of low-intelligence beings and transmit simple commands.

In addition, during his trials a few days ago, he discovered that this skill could also significantly reduce a target's hostility and desire to escape.

Three days ago, the Witcher even used the Primal Tongue to pet two brown bears that had just eaten.

This is why he chose to stay and subdue the Metal Troll even in his weakened state.

"Fir..."

Ancient and elegant syllables echoed in the deathly silent cave.

The golden-brown ripples, visible only to the Witcher, spread rapidly toward the Metal Troll, like waves rippling in a river.

However.

Just as Ailin was organizing the words and emotions he wanted to use to persuade the troll.

"Roar~ Roar~ Roar~"

The troll closest to the witcher suddenly roared in panic a second after the Primal Tongue rang out.

Then he suddenly leaned back.

"Thump~"

The troll slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After the gray dust quickly dissipated, its slightly yellow belly with a metallic sheen was revealed.

The Witcher was taken aback and had no time to react.

"Roar~ Roar~ Roar~"

"Roar~ Roar~ Roar~"

Two more trolls crashed to the ground, exposing their bellies.

The troll standing at the very front, hearing the loud noise behind him, scratched his head, bewildered, and turned around.

Green sparks flew from his bald head.

In a flash of green light, the troll saw his companion lying face up on the ground with his belly exposed, and he was immediately startled.

Just then.

The golden-brown ripples of the Primal Tongue covered the first troll that turned around.

"... Submit... Troll... Submit..."

As the Witcher's mind resounded the translated, Primal Tongue —the trolls' unique, fragmented, and silly phrases—it was as if a wild tongue was being spoken.

"Thump~"

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The last troll lay on its back on the ground, revealing its white belly.

Almost...

The translation of the Primal Tongue almost failed to keep up with the surrender of the Metal Troll.

The Witcher looked at the white belly in front of him and the fawning look in the four beady eyes, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

The persuasive statements that I had prepared in my mind by using various gestures and postures to calm myself down and buy time suddenly became ineffective.

After a moment of silence, before the effects of the Primal Tongue wore off, he gave a somewhat feeble command:

"Follow me, everyone..."

Regardless of the Witcher's mental state.

Purification Spirit, Treasure Chest, Experience Orbs, Four Metal Troll, and the Conjunction of the Spheres with a one-month cooldown— Rock Troll ...

Overall, this Conjunction of the Spheres was very fruitful.

Not only that.

Given the docile nature currently exhibited by the Metal Troll, it is foreseeable that "Conjunction of the Spheres - Rock Troll" will bring a small but decent amount of combat power to the School of the Wolf every month in the foreseeable future.

The only thing Ailin needs to consider now is how to quickly increase the number of qualified demon hunters in the School of the Wolf while adding a few legendary troll units each month, so that the ratio of trolls to demon hunters in the school does not become unbalanced.

otherwise.

Ailin isn't always in Kaer Morhen, and neither the Rock Troll nor the Metal Troll are well-trained dogs. Once the ratio becomes unbalanced, it's hard to avoid various hidden dangers.

Of course, for the current Witcher, this is just a Happy Troubles.

The addition of a large number of trolls will undoubtedly make the Ancient Sea Fortress even more impregnable, and there is even a possibility that it may be further fortified.

After bringing the four Metal Troll to the Rock Troll camp, Mountain Stone and Big Stone readily accepted them and were pleasantly surprised to find that the Metal Troll ' language, or rather their roars, shared the same origin as Big Stone's and the language in the cookbook.

It's just a pity.

These four trolls were only of ordinary intelligence; not only did they have a very limited vocabulary, but they were also completely ignorant about the world that followed "Conjunction of the Spheres - Rock Troll".

Only a handful of words—danger, hunger, and cold—are available for imagination.

Another noteworthy ability of the Metal Troll is their special ability to "smell" the location of metal veins from a great distance.

Perhaps before long, the School of the Wolf will have several new iron and copper mines...

Although, given the number of Witchers, mining these veins seems unlikely for the time being.

But who knows what the future holds?

Who knows, the abilities of these Metal Troll might soon be able to turn the tide.

After settling the trolls, Ailin returned to Kaer Morhen.

Just as I finished greeting Klar was guarding the city gate, and a few other apprentices, familiar shouts accompanied by the sound of wooden sticks clashing came from not far away.

"Bang!"

"Keep your focus on the target as much as possible..."

"Bang! Bang!"

"Don't forget the Witcher's senses, don't panic, anticipate..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Wrong! Completely wrong! The spin is to increase the speed and power of the slash, what's the point of making it look so pretty..."

"Wrong again! How many times have I told you? Grip your sword firmly with both hands, watch out for the rebounding blade. Do you want to become the first Witcher in Kaer Morhen to die by his own sword...?"

Following the sound, Ailin took a few steps forward, passing through the city wall that had just been cleaned of moss and was still slightly dark green.

It was dusk, and the sky was slightly overcast.

In the apprentice training ground closest to the city gate, Ernie was facing off against a black-haired apprentice, sword in hand.

His hair was soaked with sweat, glistening and steaming.

But the shouts and reprimands were full of energy, merciless, and showed no sign of ending.

In the apprentice training ground, the other members of the Monster Hunting Legion were just as excited as he was, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Tsk tsk, with a goal to motivate you, things really are different!" Ailin looked up at the sky and exclaimed in admiration.

At this time of year, his good troupe members would have long since abandoned their inexperienced and impatient apprentices and gone to the castle hall for lunch.

He underestimated the allure of descending the mountain for a witcher who had undergone six months of the Trial of the Mountains.

But that's just right.

Seeing the apprentices being trained to the point where their tongues were sticking out to cool down, the Monster Hunting Legion will likely be formed much faster.

Before long, we'll be able to add new members.

Not wanting to disturb the enthusiastic members, Ailin glanced around a few times, nodded in satisfaction, and was about to walk around them and return to the tower.

But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped, remembering how he had abandoned his promise to the rotting flesh of the Mountain Stone halfway through.

Speaking of which...

Although his relationship with the Mountain Stone has been restored to normal today, and he has even made great progress in the water ghost's cooking skills.

However, if it were a more short-tempered monster, or even just a little later, to come and see the Big Stone, it could potentially lose a large number of powerful allies.

And this agreement...

Or to put it another way, the pact with Kaer Morhen Rock Troll, in exchange for a regular supply of Mountain Stone flesh, was still made by him.

This... seems to contain some special meaning, and Ailin cannot afford to take it lightly.

"It was only abandoned halfway through, not that it was never implemented in the first place, so it shouldn't have anything to do with Lady Vesemir..."

"The amount of rotten flesh agreed upon each week is not small, and it can't be transported by just one or two people..."

Ailin thought for a moment, then walked back to the city gate, found Klar, and asked:

"Klar, do you know who was transporting rotten flesh to the Circle of Elements a month ago?"