"I really can't hold them off..." Lotner's expression twisted. He wasn't a pure Warrior, much less a Shield Warrior, so of course he couldn't block them.
He was a Demon-Hunting Ranger. The Light Element Battle Aura he cultivated dealt considerable bonus damage to Dark Creatures.
But killing required skill. Charging in headfirst would get them killed.
Fortunately, Eric promptly defused the situation. He pointed at the group hiding beneath the shadows below. "There are thirteen Trolls within our sight. Five are Intermediate Trolls, while the rest are Low-tier Trolls.
"Right now, they're all gathered together, picking their feet and drinking water. It isn't a good time to attack. If we want to hunt them, we'd better wait a while. We can also see whether there are any more Trolls."
"We can wait. There's no rush anyway." William glanced at the sky. They were facing Dark Creature Trolls, but darkness was not only their ally; it was also the companion of Elves and killers.
Rainbow Lake covered a vast area, roughly sixty square kilometers—three and a half times larger than present-day Dawn Town.
Besides Trolls, there were also some powerful Magical Beasts living here.
They had come along the eastern mountain range and were now hiding halfway up the eastern peak, directly above the Troll cave. They seemed to hold the advantage and had not been discovered, so they could launch a surprise attack.
But fighting those thick-skinned, tough-fleshed Trolls was definitely not as easy as it seemed.
If they failed to kill with one blow—that was, if they failed to assassinate their targets—they would become locked in combat. If they were surrounded, this would no longer be Assassin's Creed, but Warrior's Creed...
The six of them, including William, had high bloodline potential.
Not to mention the Trolls' bloodline potential, Trolls were naturally tougher and had more health. Their average health exceeded the group's by at least two or three thousand...
Especially since their Spiked Clubs were heavy weapons, carrying crushing damage from their Strength attribute. If someone failed to block one, they would not only lose health. If they were unlucky enough to get hit in the head, it would be a lethal strike.
There was no helping it. The more massive the monster, the more absurd its health pool. Trolls had at least two or three thousand more health than them, and that was only because William's group had such high bloodlines.
If Trolls were compared to ordinary soldiers, the difference would not be merely two or three thousand. It would be at least six or seven thousand...
Otherwise, how could Trolls have become one of the Dark Faction's siege armies?
The six crouched silently in the grass, observing in secret without revealing themselves. It had to be said, these creatures were truly perverse. Every so often, they would make advances toward a female Troll...
There was nothing to be done about it.
The strongest Leader-Class in the Troll tribe was the one who possessed the female Trolls.
The other male Trolls could only watch and could not touch them. Still, the Leader-Class did not care if they occasionally fantasized. Instead, he would watch with satisfaction, because his subordinates only dared admire his women from afar and did not dare profane them, which only highlighted his strength.
However.
This Leader-Class had not noticed that one of his wives was casting flirtatious glances at that male Troll who was "pouring in backward."
Obviously,
The greenest color atop one's head often required only the simplest form of cheating...
Whenever the Troll Chieftain went out hunting, his wives did not mind letting those fine young fellows... As for whether some of them might be their sons, cough cough...
The sky gradually darkened.
When midnight arrived.
The Trolls still had not noticed the silver above their heads.
Concealment was simple for Elves. They had the ability to blend into forests and nature. But in cities, their abilities were not so obvious; they merely seemed nimble, unless they were Assassin Professionals...
But for Eric and his son, concealment seemed innate.
The two sat there, yet before anyone realized it, they gave the impression that they had vanished into thin air. Or rather,
whether in a forest or in a crowded city, they could conceal themselves at any time.
If Players wanted to achieve such an ability,
first, they had to change classes into Assassins.
Second, if they did not find a Hidden Class beforehand, then upon awakening at level forty, they had to choose the Dark Element if they possessed a Dark Element Battle Aura Talent.
Third, they had to choose Dark Mage as their Secondary Class, not Black Warlock...
In short, an Assassin who could not use Dark Magic could only be considered a Berserker.
Dark Magic was not a Hidden Class. At most, it was a rare class. With enough connections, anyone could learn it. It just depended on whether Players had the determination and the money.
But it was easy to imagine a group of Players cleverly avoiding the Dark Element just to look cool.
Instead, they chose dazzling Fire Element Battle Aura and blinding Lightning Element Battle Aura. Their glowing Battle Aura practically screamed that the Players had come to kill someone.
The arrival of darkness
also allowed William's group of six to notice a few things.
There were fifteen Trolls in total. Two little Trolls, who knew not who their fathers were, had just returned to the cave to sleep and did not come back out.
Night was the Trolls' hunting time, and it was only then that the bunch of perverts finally split up.
The Leader-Class wearing a green straw hat personally selected five rather unwilling Trolls and led them out to hunt.
And so...
The moment the Troll Chieftain left, those creatures who had been exchanging flirtatious looks began to go into heat.
One Troll assigned to keep watch had barely seen the Leader-Class disappear before he could no longer hold himself back. Howling wildly, he rushed into the cave...
"Now's the time to attack. The Troll Chieftain has taken his strongest subordinates away, leaving only some Low-tier Trolls." Lotner narrowed his eyes and immediately prepared to strike.
But William chuckled. "Wait. Why not lure the Troll Chieftain back?"
"Good idea, but even if you lure him back, how can you be sure the Trolls will really kill each other?" Lotner asked, somewhat confused.
At that point.
William, Eric, and Alec all looked at him in surprise.
Their expressions seemed to say, you could try finding yourself a wife...
Lotner gradually fell into thought, though no one knew what he was thinking.
After all, Elven couples remained together for life. Even if either one died, the other would never remarry. Single dogs like Lotner, Nock, and Norton could not imagine such things for the time being.
"That's simple. Leave it to me." Alec took on the task. Ignoring the others' astonished looks, he silently leaped down beside the cave entrance.
Then, beneath everyone's dumbfounded gazes, he entered the cave. Not long after, he quietly walked back out, and not a single Troll had noticed him.
But William saw that he had taken something with him: an item of clothing from a female Troll's lower body. One could easily imagine how strange its smell was...
Alec then sprinted in the direction the Troll Chieftain had gone!
William silently glanced at Eric. "Not bad..."
"Cough, basic operation, basic operation. Everyone sit down, sit down." As the father, Eric could only reassure everyone and have them sit back down in the grass.
And the results seemed quite obvious.
Less than five minutes later.
Unable to endure the wild winds inside the cave, the two little Trolls ran to the lakeshore to play with mud, only to see their bloodshot-eyed "father" already sprinting back!
Normally, there should have been an adult Troll standing watch here.
However.
With more than N experiences in adultery, they had long known that the Leader-Class would be gone hunting for a long time each time. By the time he returned, every scent would be buried beneath filth and urine, while all the mess would be covered by dirt.
Unfortunately.
The Leader-Class had returned early.
"Aaaahhh!"
"I'm going to crush you little bastards to death!"
That's right.
Trolls could talk.
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