Kill That Human! [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

The heavy rain continued to pour from the sky.

Inside the forest, three massive Trolls strode forward, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Looking at the dozen or so Dwarves standing scattered ahead, armed with various weapons.

A Troll, four meters tall with a flat, bald head, spoke in a shrill voice: "I've never seen such small things before. What are they? Are they humans too?"

"They should be... Dwarves. My mother caught a few when I was little."

Another Troll, nearly five meters tall and even broader, scratched his bald head, thought for a long while, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Can we eat them?"

The flat-headed Troll asked hurriedly.

"Of course we can eat them, we can eat humans too."

The largest Troll bellowed.

"The humans we caught last time didn't taste good; the meat was too tough and stringy."

The flat-headed Troll continued, clearly looking to argue.

"You idiot, those were farmers, and two old ones at that! They were thin and had no meat, of course they didn't taste good!"

The largest Troll slapped the flat-headed Troll on the head and continued in a muffled voice: "These Dwarves are different. Look at them, they're all round and sturdy; they've definitely got meat on them."

"I ate a Dwarf when I was a kid; the meat was thick, juicy, and chewy."

"These Dwarves now must be the same."

"Robb, how did you run into these Dwarves?"

The largest Troll looked toward his youngest brother, who was leading the way, and asked loudly.

"I caught two big sheep where I used to catch farmers, and then I ran into those little radishes."

"There are plenty more sheep there."

The Troll with an arrow stuck in his nose—not a leek—spoke up.

"Sheep, sheep are the best to eat."

"Menbo, did you hear that? Robb said those thick, juicy Dwarves have lots of sheep!"

Hearing his brother's words, the flat-headed Troll's eyes lit up as if they were glowing, and he immediately shrieked at his eldest brother beside him.

"Shut up, of course I heard!"

The largest Troll slapped the flat-headed Troll on the head again and continued: "As long as we catch them, we'll have enough to eat for a long time."

"Hehehehe."

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Watching the three behemoths charging over with the force of an earthquake, wielding thick tree trunks as weapons.

It would be a lie to say the group of Dwarves wasn't nervous.

Monsters several times their size, immensely massive, with ugly and hideous faces.

Facing such creatures, a sense of instinctive nervousness was unavoidable.

But nervousness aside, the Dwarves were not afraid.

As the two arrows from Morgan and Kili whistled through the air and struck the lead Troll, the Dwarves charged.

"Swish."

"Swish."

Two arrows shot forth.

"Awoo!"

The smallest of the three Trolls, the one with the arrow in his nose, let out a miserable shriek. Two more arrows instantly sprouted from his ugly face, and his frantic charge came to an abrupt halt.

At this moment, four Dwarves immediately rushed forward.

Taking advantage of the Troll's facial injury, the four Dwarves, wielding short swords, axes, and hammers, sprinted to the Troll's side.

They began stabbing, piercing, and smashing at the Troll's crotch, legs, and toes.

With pain throbbing in his face and attacks coming from below, the Troll roared in fury. Seeing the detestable little Dwarves beneath him, he raised his massive hand to grab them.

Prepared, the Dwarves dodged nimbly.

At this moment, the other two larger Trolls also came charging over.

Seeing this, the Dwarves immediately retreated.

The Troll, aching all over and having failed to grab any Dwarves, flew into a rage and raised the thick tree trunk in his hand to smash down.

"Bang!"

The ground shook violently, sending mud, grass, and water splashing into the air.

The dwarves scrambled to flee.

At the same time.

Morgan drew another arrow, nocked it, and pulled his bow into a full moon.

As the Troll, with three arrows already protruding from its face, turned its head.

Morgan's gaze was focused and profound; he held his breath and released the bowstring once more.

"Whoosh."

The arrow whistled through the air as it shot forth.

In an instant, it reached the Troll, whose massive frame made it a living target.

"Awoo!"

The Troll's scream this time was far louder and more shrill than before.

The sudden, piercing shriek immediately drew everyone's attention.

Yet, the Troll, struck again, clutched half its face with one hand while wailing, and began swinging a thick tree trunk wildly with the other.

It didn't even notice when it struck another Troll nearby.

It seemed to have fallen into a state of berserk madness.

However, the deranged Troll, its face riddled with arrows like a hornet's nest, soon ceased its frantic movements.

The thick tree trunk it used as a weapon dropped to the ground, and its massive body began to sway unsteadily.

Finally, the large hand covering half its face fell limply away, and the swaying Troll crashed to the ground with a thunderous thud.

Only then did the group see exactly where Morgan's arrow—the one that had driven the Troll into a maddened frenzy—had struck.

It had, in fact, pierced straight into the Troll's eye.

Blackish-red blood gushed like a fountain from the wounded socket.

Unlike the other arrows stuck deep into the Troll's head, only the fletching of this arrow was visible.

The sharp arrowhead and the long shaft had been driven entirely through the eye socket and deep into the Troll's brain.

This was why the Troll had remained unfazed by previous hits, yet was killed instantly by this one.

"Thud."

The massive Troll collapsed to the ground.

The dwarves scattered throughout the forest immediately erupted in cheers.

To the dwarves, these massive monsters, which could leap about as if nothing had happened despite having several arrows stuck in their heads, had left a truly formidable impression.

Though as the bravest of dwarven warriors, they felt no fear toward these hulking beasts.

Yet, figuring out how to defeat and kill them was their greatest headache.

Now that Morgan had successfully slain the first massive Troll, he had solved that problem and sent a clear signal.

As long as the right method was found, even such powerful monsters could be killed.

As the eldest of the three Trolls, and the tallest and strongest among them, Menbo was filled with fury as he watched his brother Robb fall dead to the ground.

Pointing at Morgan, who was hiding behind a large tree in the distance and nocking another arrow, he roared, "There, Kuibo, kill that human!"

As Menbo finished speaking.

Kili, hiding on the other side, released his arrow with a steady gaze.

"Whoosh."

The arrow streaked through the air, arriving in an instant.

But Menbo had noticed Kili in advance and raised his hand to shield his face.

The arrow struck him squarely in the arm.

Menbo paid no mind to the arrow in his arm, and as his brother Kuibo charged toward the accursed human who had killed Robb.

Kuibo suddenly turned and began charging toward Kili, the dwarf holding the longbow.