Kill That Human!

"Rustle, rustle, rustle."

The heavy rain still poured from the sky.

Three enormous trolls strode through the forest, their footsteps making the ground tremble faintly.

Ahead of them stood more than a dozen dwarves, spread out and holding various weapons.

One troll stood four meters tall, with a bald, round, flat head. It screeched, "I've never seen such tiny things before. What are they? Are they humans too?"

"They should be... dwarves. Mom caught a few when we were little."

The other troll was nearly five meters tall, taller and sturdier than the first. It scratched its bald head and thought for a long while before finally grunting out an answer.

"Can we eat them?"

The flat-headed troll hurriedly asked.

"Of course we can. We can eat humans, after all,"

the largest troll said loudly.

"The humans we caught last time weren't tasty. Their meat was too tough and old."

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

"Idiot, those were farmers—and two old farmers at that! They were skinny and had no meat on them. Of course they weren't tasty!"

The largest troll smacked the flat-headed troll on the head, then grunted, "These dwarves are different. Just look at how round and sturdy they are. They must have plenty of meat."

"When I was little, I ate dwarves. Their meat was thick and juicy, with a good chew."

"These dwarves must be the same."

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

The largest troll looked toward his smallest brother, who was leading the way, and called out loudly.

"I caught two really big sheep where we caught those farmers before, then I ran into those dwarf radishes."

"There are lots more sheep there, too."

The troll with arrows stuck in his nose spoke up.

"Sheep, sheep are the tastiest!"

"Menbo, did you hear that? Robb says there are lots more of those juicy, meaty dwarves—and sheep!"

At his younger brother's words, the flat-headed troll's eyes lit up. He immediately shrieked at the eldest beside him.

"Shut up! Of course I heard!"

The largest troll smacked the flat-headed troll on the head again, then continued, "Once we catch them, we'll have enough to eat for a long time."

"Heh heh heh."

"Thud, thud, thud!"

The three massive creatures charged forward, carrying thick tree trunks as weapons. Their approach shook the earth.

It was only natural that the dwarves felt tense as they watched.

The monsters were several times taller than they were, enormous and hideous, with savage faces.

Facing such creatures, the instinctive tension that welled up inside them was unavoidable.

But though they were tense, the dwarves weren't afraid.

As Morgan and Kili's arrows whistled toward the leading troll and struck it, the dwarves charged.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two arrows shot through the air.

"Argh!"

The smallest of the three trolls, the one with an arrow stuck in its nose, let out a scream. Two more arrows instantly appeared in its ugly face, and its charge came to an abrupt halt.

At once, four dwarves rushed forward.

Taking advantage of the troll's wounded face, the four dwarves ran up beside it, wielding short swords, hatchets, hammers, and other weapons.

They stabbed and hacked at its crotch, legs, and toes in a flurry.

Its face was in agony, and it was under attack below.

The troll roared furiously. It looked down at the loathsome little dwarves and reached out to grab them.

The dwarves, ready for it, nimbly dodged away.

Just then, the other two, larger trolls came charging over.

The dwarves immediately retreated.

Furious that it couldn't catch them, the troll, its whole body aching, raised the thick tree trunk in its hand and swung it down.

"Bam!"

The ground shook violently, and grass, trees, and muddy water flew everywhere.

The dwarves scattered and ran.

At the same time,

Morgan drew another arrow, nocked it, and pulled his bow to a full draw.

As the troll with three arrows stuck in its face turned toward him,

Morgan's gaze was focused and intense. He held his breath and released the bowstring once more.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow whistled through the air.

In an instant, it reached the troll, its enormous body an easy target.

"Argh!"

This time, the wounded troll's scream was far louder and more anguished than before.

The sudden scream drew everyone's attention.

The troll, struck by another arrow, clutched one side of its face and howled. With its other hand, it grabbed the thick tree trunk and swung it wildly.

It didn't even notice when it hit the other troll standing nearby.

It seemed to have gone mad with rage.

But soon, the crazed troll, its face riddled with arrows, stopped its wild rampage.

The thick tree trunk it had been using as a weapon slipped from its hand and hit the ground. Its enormous body began to sway unsteadily.

At last, the hand covering half its face dropped limply. The staggering troll crashed to the ground.

Only then did everyone see where Morgan's arrow had struck, driving the troll to scream and go berserk.

It had gone straight into the troll's eye.

Black-red blood gushed from the wounded socket.

Unlike the arrows that stuck out from the troll's head, this one could barely be seen beyond its fletching.

The sharp point and long shaft had plunged deep into the troll's skull through its eye socket.

That was why the troll had survived being hit by several arrows before, but died from this one.

"Bam!"

The enormous troll crashed to the ground.

The dwarves scattered through the forest immediately cheered.

To the dwarves, these enormous monsters were terrifyingly strong. Even with several arrows stuck in their heads, they could still leap around as if nothing had happened.

As the bravest warriors among the dwarves, they had no fear of the monsters.

But figuring out how to defeat and kill them had been their biggest headache.

Now Morgan had successfully killed the first troll, solving that problem and sending a clear message.

If they found the right way, even these powerful monsters could be killed.

Menbo, the eldest and tallest, strongest of the three trolls, was instantly enraged when he saw his younger brother Robb lying dead.

He pointed at Morgan, who was hiding behind a large tree in the distance and drawing his bow, and roared, "Over there, Kuibo! Kill that human!"

As Menbo's voice fell,

Kili, hiding on the other side, calmly released the arrow he was holding.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow shot forth and reached its target in an instant.

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

The arrow struck his arm.

Menbo paid no attention to the arrow in his arm. As his younger brother Kuibo charged toward the damned human who had killed Robb,

Kuibo abruptly turned around and charged toward Kili, the dwarf holding a longbow.