Haphazardous Debugging- Rehabilitation by Tsarenko Timofey

Author:Tsarenko Timofey [Timofey, Tsarenko]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-26T22:00:00+00:00

Ancient Rock Troll

Lvl 149

HP: 300 000

'Greetings!'- The Troll already noticed me and was now eyeing me from head to toe with curiosity.

"Greetings, traveler!'- boomed the voice as if it came from the bottom of a deep barrel.

"Can I join you by your fire?" - the size of the Troll was oppressing. Even while seated, he was at least a foot taller than me. The hands and legs were like tree trunks bound in stringy muscle. A vast hairy belly and a head that stuck out of two boulder-shoulders. He had a pair of fat lips, a nose like a potato, and his prominent bushy eyebrow hung over a couple of eyes of unidentifiable color. There was thought behind them, but it was unsettling to see signs of Intelligence come from this egglike head with rare strands of dirty black hair. He was clothed in just a loincloth.

"Sure, why not? You are welcome."

I carefully approached the fire. Several dried trees were crudely broken and put together like a pyre and on top of them lay a huge metal shield on top of which several suspicious bodies of meat were roasting.

"I'm Fillin, And what's your name? "

"Jyrharstrah."

"Well there's no way I'm gonna get that one right, is it short for anything."

"Jyr we'll be fine," - the giant said pleasantly. - 'And what's this?'- He asked as we were approached by the chimera.

"That's FreakHead, my friend, and companion. "

I didn't even have time to finish when the giant snatched my pet from the ground, popped him into his mouth and swallowed with a speed I didn't think was possible for a creature his size.

"Tasty! "

I grabbed my spear and lounged forward. The pointy end went into the giant's cheek and that was all I was able to accomplish. The assailant just saved his hand and I was sent rolling on the ground.

"You seem amusing. Let's play a little." - the thing sprung up with almost no effort and reached for it enormous club while I watched the wound on its face quickly regenerate.

I used the blood from the cuts on my face to enchant the spear and cast a spell:

"Stroke!"

Target resisted the spell.

The club landed right where I stood a second ago. I ran up his weapon and leaped over his head, slapping him on the face in a desperate attempt to cast a submission spell.

Target resisted the spell.

The giant dodged the next attack from my spear. I ducked under the club and ripped out a chunk of meat from his thigh with my clawed hand. I expected the wound I left to bleed profusely but all instead of blood a white and dense liquid came pouring out. My next attack to the groin hit nothing, Jyr briskly stepped back and the last thing I saw was the club coming down on my head.

I appeared on a respawn circle somewhere far away from the trolls camp. It was dark and quiet.

"FreakHead!"

No answer. My companion was nowhere to be seen. That bastard! I tried not to panic and chased away the thoughts that the Troll could have permanently killed my head.

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