The Rise Of A Porter

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CLASS: Giant (Mutated being)

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NAME: Black Troll

LEVEL: 95

RANK: S

ROLE: Tank

AFFINITY/ABILITIES :

• Uproot (active skill)

• Fury Stomp (active skill)

• Hardening (active skill)

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HP : 10000/10000

STRENGTH (STR) : 102

DEFENSE (DEF) : 91

STAMINA (STA) : 85

INTELLIGENCE (INT) : 65

AGILITY (AGI) : 68

ACCURACY (ACC) : 60

EVADE (EVD) : 28

CHARISMA (CHA) : --

Damage Resistances: <Unknown>

Condition Immunities: Exhaustion, Frightened, Frozen, Poisoned.

THREAT LEVEL: Mediocre

REMARK: Yes, they look like King Kong, and no a woman won't be able to calm them down. Their ugliness is a scar on the face of this planet. You're alone sufficient enough to scar the earth, now that being said, we don't need them anymore, do we? So do your planet a favour and kill them now?

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Men screamed in pain clutching their grievous wounds as arrow after arrow kept destroying the cannons and soldiers stationed near as well. The arrows were like snakes of deaths that kept biting the courageous but foolish army. The walls of the base initially stood defiantly but in face of such ferocious siege weapon, it's pride shattered. "Fire!" The Brigadier General ordered from the safety of his chamber while suddenly as cannons unleashed waves of fire, in hopes of destroying the trolls who were carrying the siege weapons but it was all in vain, soon the walls of the haven were shattered. The trolls started killing the soldier like ants.

"Get back you idiots!"

Arnold's voice reached the ears of the soldiers, but they simply ignored him. They were the soldiers who were loyal to the Brigadier General, and no matter what would never disobey him. Not even in the face of death. They loaded the cannons once again and aimed at the trolls.

"Get back now!" Arnold once again yelled at the top of his lungs while he barraged the trolls with bullets while his mana slowly regenerated, but unfortunately, his icy bullets didn't have any effect on the trolls the only thing which seemed to be working on the trolls was fire or lava, that too if Arnold's attacks managed to penetrate through their hardened skin.

Sadly he didn't have enough mana to use frost flame or any other ability that would cause true damage in that matter, he only had enough mana to make a couple of dozens of fiery bullets and after that, he was done for. Moreover, since he couldn't access the shop as it was offline as well, there was no way for him to quickly replenish his mana and after the way, he went overboard to kill the ogres, goblins, and other monsters... he was dead tired. But right now his safety didn't matter, he was more concerned about the foolish soldiers who were dying now and then by the hands of the trolls.

'Just why don't they listen! They are getting squashed like mosquitoes but still... Why are they so desperate to die!' Arnold cursed the brigadier under his breath, 'I have to distract the trolls away from them if I want to save them. Luckily I know exactly how to do that!'

He might not have enough mana to get the trolls aggro on himself but he did have his summons to help him do that.

"Asterios NOW!" Arnold yelled and the minotaur who had been evacuating the injured soldiers till now charged at the troll nearest to him like a raging bull.

The troll was slow to react hence couldn't dodge in time and was thrown out through the same hole in the cemented wall, that they had made using the battered ram, but Asterios wasn't the only one under the spotlight. Arnold opened up a portal to his domain and through it walked out the dreadnought, brandishing his new katana, he immediately charged at one of the club-wielding trolls.

'It was a good decision to not summon Dread during the first battle with goblins and ogres. At least he's he isn't exhausted like I am.'

Together, Asterios and Dread were able to take the aggro of the trolls on themselves. Arnold's plan had worked but he knew that the two of them wouldn't be able to take care of six trolls by themselves. Cerberus and Marshal tried to help out but ended up getting destroyed by a single blow of the trolls hence Arnold had to order his summons to let Asterios and Dread take care of the trolls while they focused on helping out with the evacuation.

"Looks like its about time the troll tried to shoot something... let's see who or what will the troll target, the cannons, Asterios or Dread?" Arnold mumbled as he had noticed that the arrows were shot at regular intervals, Arnold had already read through his enemy's attack patterns and sure enough, the crossbow-wielding troll shot an arrow towards Dread, who didn't even bother to dodge the attack and took it head-on.

The arrow travelled at the speed of a bullet train, but the moment it came in contact with Dread's skin, all of its momentum was gone. The arrow barely managed to put a scratch on his skin. Arnold had pretty much expected this outcome because unknown to the trolls, Dread was immune to...

"Piercing damage." Arnold smirked, "The only way to destroy him is to bludgeon him to death. Something I doubt these trolls can do. Not while Asterios is still on the battlefield."

Under normal circumstances, the club-wielding trolls would've been a perfect counter for Dread but this wasn't a normal circumstance, as Dread was no longer wielding his old club but a brand new katana. With the help of his katana, he was easily able to overwhelm his opponents with his quick movement. Moreover, when the trolls tried to make their way towards Dread, the hyperactive minotaur jumped between them and stopped them in their tracks.

One of the trolls got frustrated after Dread managed to chop off his club in half with his katana, and charged at Dread like a mad titan while the others occupied Asterios. As the troll closed the distance, the Dread raised its blade high. He was positioning itself to cut down the enemy in a swift manner. Right when they were about to collide, Dread, gracefully sidestepped to avoid the tackle and then stabbed his katana in the back of the troll. Dread's attack was so quick that the katana managed to penetrate through the back of the troll before it could harden its skin to protect itself. As Dread extracted his sword, and an arc of blood fountained into the air. The troll first fell on his knees and then fell over a destroyed building. The troll had been slain.

"I think it's time for me to try and take care of that crossbow wielder. Otherwise, he'll just keep killing the soldiers." Arnold nodded as he recovered a bit more mana from idling.