Sorcery Monarch Part 2

Chapter 247: I Came, I Left Again

Boom!

The crimson flames instantly engulfed dozens of patrolling trolls.

The source of the fire came from above in the sky.

A moment ago, Barnes was full of confidence, but now he was furious.

He glared at the screaming injured trolls, bloodshot eyes filled with rage, as he ruthlessly drew the executioner's axe from his back:

"Chop off these fools' heads! The rest of you, spread out and take your positions."

"You, climb up those trees!"

"As soon as you spot them, attack immediately!"

Watching a few trolls fall silent, Barnes turned toward the camp.

He saw only a few confused troll soldiers and had narrowly avoided receiving harsh orders from the troll priest.

Pushing down his fear, Barnes ordered his remaining soldiers to spread out and keep watch:

"Spread wide, stay alert! If we stay spread out, we won't be wiped out all at once. Whoever spots the humans, point them out immediately!"

"Once you signal, I'll personally lead the charge!"

As crude as Barnes' method was, it was surprisingly effective.

The trolls, scattered behind trees or bushes, became many roaming eyes.

They fully utilized their numbers advantage!

Watching all this from above, Matthew couldn't help but smile:

"Good idea, but unfortunately, we don't have to cause any damage..."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp sound of arrows slicing through the air broke the night's stillness.

Barnes stared at the flimsy arrows drifting down from the sky, and terror flickered in his eyes.

He let out a shout, not even glancing at the chaotic trolls behind him, as he led his troops in a mad dash forward.

Breathing heavily, he roared angrily:

"Catch them! Kill them!"

But the cavalry, several hundred meters away, had already vanished under the cover of a "Silencing Spell."

Barnes charged forward in vain, staring at the fearful troll soldiers around him, and terror surged through him.

Glaring into the surrounding darkness, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"If we don't find those humans, we'll all face the wrath of the priest! So, fight for your lives!"

At the mention of the priest's methods, the trolls trembled in fear.

Driven by terror, they scattered like headless flies, rushing in all directions.

Meanwhile, the chaos in the troll camp had just begun to settle.

The troll priest clenched his fist, tossing aside the withered corpse he held, and ignoring the fearful gazes of the trolls around him, he stormed back into his tent:

"Useless scum!"

In other parts of the camp, other troll priests also vented their anger.

Over a thousand trolls spread out in a frenzy, searching for hours before finally calming down.

Old John rubbed his eyes, patted the snoring Beelzebub, and pointed upward before crawling into a tunnel.

Stretching with a yawn, Beelzebub glanced at the inspectors waking up from their nap, grinned, and pointed toward the distant troll camp: