After exiting the cemetery of death, Han Shuo retraced his steps back. However, the sky was already completely bright by the time he reached the halfway point. When Han Shuo arrived at his original encampment according to his memories, he discovered that the necromancy students had long since left.
Just as Han Shuo was about to curse out loud, he abruptly took note of his surroundings. He discovered that the traces of charcoal in the place where the bonfire had been kept didn't seem to be from last night, but rather from a few days later.
There had been many resources stored in Han Shuo's tent, but there was nothing left now. There were only a few stones piled up next to it, forming a triangle.
His thoughts raced, Han Shuo quickly walked to the tent and took out a dagger. He carefully fiddled with the stones and picked out a piece of yellow paper after a while.
"Brian, we discovered traces of the two ogres in the vicinity the day after you left. We didn't wait for you because we were afraid that the ogres would come back for revenge. After you read this note, return to the Academy on your own. Perhaps we'll meet on the way. I hope you're safe and sound. Fanny. "
The note had been left behind by Fanny. Han Shuo slapped his head after reading it and cursed inwardly. After reading this note, Han Shuo finally understood that a long time must've passed unknowingly when he'd been training his magical yuan. It definitely hadn't been just a day.
It looked like the appearance of the two ogres had caused Fanny and the others to panic. Add to that the fact that they were deep south of the Dark Forest, and without Clark's protection, they had no choice but to return the way they'd come.
Up until now, Han Shuo's status as a slave hadn't been removed, and the woman Han Shuo wanted was still within the Academy, as well as some necromancy books. Han Shuo wouldn't be able to leave the Academy in the near future.
With the six magic wands in hand, Han Shuo could enter and exit the cemetery of death at will. When he returned to the Academy, Han Shuo could use the transportation matrix to make the cemetery of death his personal territory. He could use the entire southern part of the Dark Forest as a training ground in the future. Whether it was magical yuan or magical yuan training, it would yield twice the results with half the effort in such a place.
After a moment's thought, Han Shuo quickly ran out of the Dark Forest according to Fanny's instructions on the note.
After a day of nonstop travel, Han Shuo didn't feel the slightest bit tired. He weaved through the uneven and uneven paths of the Dark Forest. Han Shuo's speed was as fast as lightning, as swift as a magical beast chasing its prey.
Han Shuo arrived at a place overgrown with rocks at dusk. Han Shuo's group had camped here once before. Before Han Shuo could approach this place, the sounds of metal clashing could be heard from afar.
Han Shuo's heart jumped. Could it be that Fanny and the others were being attacked by the ogres? When his thoughts traveled here, Han Shuo's speed abruptly increased as he flew towards the area overgrown with rocks.
Along the way, he encountered many Forest Troll with oily green skin, wielding knives, forks, and clubs. They continuously attacked Han Shuo, but Han Shuo easily dodged all of them.
The Forest Troll was a race within the Dark Forest. This race was the mortal enemy of the elves, and had always been suppressed by the elves.
Within the Dark Forest, the Forest Troll were even more frightening bandits than the ogres. Not only were they strictly disciplined, but they imitated the way humans used troops. They were divided into Forest Troll warriors, Forest Troll hunters, and Forest Troll priests who could use some simple magic.
Legend had it that the Forest Troll had evolved from plants and trees. Like humans, they possessed high intelligence. Within the forest, the Forest Troll had a few unique advantages. They used these advantages to wantonly plunder the resources of other races within the forest, including the goods of some traveling merchants. They were as notorious as the ogres for being bandits.
Han Shuo listened carefully to the sounds of battle and quickly dashed forward according to the direction the sounds were coming from. As he sprinted, several long spears were thrown out by the Forest Troll hunters, whistling towards Han Shuo's back. Han Shuo's five senses were exceedingly sensitive as he sprinted. His ears twitched as his body repeatedly changed directions, easily dodging the long spears.
A few troll warriors wielded large, sharp axes in their hands and shouted loudly as they rushed towards Han Shuo from the side. However, before they'd even gotten close to Han Shuo, Han Shuo had already nimbly dashed past them and continued running towards the center of the battle.
After tens of seconds of sprinting, Han Shuo finally arrived at the center of the battle. He saw a line of a dozen or so people wielding longswords, defending against the attacks of the Forest Troll. The clothing of these dozen or so people clearly belonged to a certain mercenary group. Every one of them was riddled with scars, and it looked like they'd all sustained some sort of injury.
There were dozens of Forest Troll surrounding them. The troll warriors at the front were engaging in close combat, while the dozen or so troll hunters behind them continuously threw long spears and javelins. The last five Forest Troll priests were releasing simple healing magic and Fire of the Soul that strengthened the body, healing the injuries of the troll warriors and troll hunters and increasing their physical strength.
Looking at the situation, the battle had already been going on for a while. The dozen or so human mercenaries had extraordinary combat abilities, but it was a pity that the Forest Troll had more people. There were also the troll hunters who threw long range weapons, and the troll priests who healed and restored physical strength. These three combined to deal with the mercenaries that only consisted of warriors, and with their advantage in numbers, they obviously had the absolute advantage.
Behind the mercenaries was a short, stocky fatty with a face full of fat. He cursed loudly as his bean-like eyes darted back and forth, as if searching for a way to escape.
So it wasn't Fanny and the others. It looked like this had nothing to do with him. Han Shuo thought for a bit and immediately ignored the situation here. He didn't have any thoughts of drawing his sword and helping out, and directly planned on passing these people and continuing on his way out of the Dark Forest.
Except, although Han Shuo didn't have any thoughts of helping out, the Forest Troll didn't seem to want to let Han Shuo go. A few particularly valiant troll warriors at the front had already raised their enormous battle axes and rushed towards Han Shuo, throwing a few sharp javelins as well.
"My apologies, I'm just passing by and will leave immediately. You guys continue to steal from them, it has nothing to do with me!"
When he saw the troll warriors rush over, Han Shuo didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. He suddenly called out loudly, planning on avoiding them and leaving.
"Humans are the most cunning and evil of all races. Kill him." The troll leader of the operation suddenly yelled out harshly in the common language of the Continent (human language), next to the troll priests on the perimeter.
The troll warriors who'd been momentarily stunned by Han Shuo's words no longer hesitated when they heard their leader's orders. They raised their battle axes and rushed over.
F * ck, they're asking for it! Han Shuo was also a little angry. He'd just dodged a few spears when he saw the tall troll warriors rush over with battle axes. It was obvious that they were planning on taking care of him as well.
Grabbing a spear beside him, Han Shuo exerted force and grabbed the spear in his hand. Without waiting for the troll warriors to approach him, Han Shuo had already flown up. The spear in his hand was as fast as lightning streaking through the air. There was a soft "puchi" sound as the spear pierced through the chest of the first troll warrior. It even nailed the troll warrior that was nearer to him.
The two troll warriors only had time to let out two miserable howls before they were pierced by the spear and died instantly. Casually grabbing the battle axe in the hands of one of the troll warriors, Han Shuo yelled out, "If you're asking for it, then don't blame me."
After experiencing the incident with the ogres last time, Han Shuo no longer had the slightest bit of timidity when it came to killing people. There was even a faint, inexplicable sense of excitement.
Towards these bandits and villains, Han Shuo knew that kindness and begging for mercy were of no use. Only cruel and callous methods would be able to intimidate them. The more timid and weak you were, the more they wouldn't have any scruples. Thus, this time, Han Shuo's actions were extremely vicious, and he faced them with ruthless slaughter.
Indeed, after Han Shuo's cruel methods were used, the other four troll warriors that had surrounded him revealed panicked expressions on their oily green faces. At the same time, they timidly took a few steps back. The Forest Troll leader looked at Han Shuo with a bit of fear in his eyes, and a hesitant expression appeared on his face.
"Brave warrior, I beg you to save me!"
It was at this moment that the short fatty that had been blocked by the mercenaries suddenly yelled out in excitement. He looked at Han Shuo with a fiery expression, as if Han Shuo was his savior.
"Not interested!" Han Shuo flatly refused. He picked up the battle axe in his hands and planned to leave after a cold snort.
When the short fatty saw that Han Shuo was about to leave, he immediately paled in fright and yelled out in a panic, "Brave warrior, if you can save me, I'm willing to pay handsomely and guarantee that you'll be satisfied!"
Han Shuo had already taken a few steps when these words were spoken. He suddenly stopped and turned to look at the fatty with a smile, "Honorable sir, how much are you willing to pay?"
The fatty started and then hesitated for a moment. He clenched his teeth and stomped his feet, yelling out, "Fifty gold coins!"
"I'm sorry, you should find someone else!" Han Shuo thought to himself, if it was before, he might've really been tempted by fifty gold coins. But now that he'd entered the Dark Forest, Han Shuo had discovered that he was completely capable of capturing the Windblade Wolves on his own. He no longer felt that fifty gold coins was worth the risk.
When he saw that Han Shuo was about to leave, the fatty panicked and yelled out again, "Seventy at most!"
Han Shuo didn't even turn his head back as he continued walking forward.
"Eighty, one hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and fifty, two hundred, two hundred!"
Han Shuo's walking body abruptly stopped as he suddenly turned around and quickly rushed back. He opened his mouth and said, "Alright, two hundred it is then. Count it as me taking a bit of a loss and making friends is fine."
"Oh my gosh, two hundred gold coins! You're robbing like them! Two hundred gold coins can buy dozens of slaves. Damn it, hurry up and save me! "The fatty yelled with a pained expression.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
