62 Chapter 59
An idea struck Harry. He still had the Muggle weapons from the time he had raided Grunnings's little meeting. Opening his inventory, he chucked the zombie's sword in and grabbed an impact grenade. Pulling out the pin, he lobbed it straight towards the most crowded group of the undead.
BOOM!
'Shit!' he thought instantly. The trees had caught fire from the explosion. This was not good. Harry called for the underground water with his mana and sent a concentrated jet towards the trees, extinguishing the fire and destroying most of the remaining zombies, updating his zombie counter with every kill.
"One"
Harry paused for a second, and then sidestepped the sword swing that came from behind him. In one smooth motion, Harry swung around, pulled out a shotgun from his inventory and aimed and pulled the trigger.
"Zero"
The zombie's head flew off in many pieces and Harry slammed to the ground onto his butt from the recoil of the shotgun.
"Ow!"
Rubbing is bum, Harry decided that he would shelve the idea of using guns until he'd outgrown his skinny frame, no matter how cool he thought it would look.
Getting to his feet, Harry prepared himself. His mana reserves were running a bit lower than he wanted them to, his hands and knees were bruised, and there was a cut on his arm where a sword had glanced him. To make things even worse, the massive explosion was sure to have alerted every hostile in the area. Harry cursed his stupidity and quickly ran to the edge of the clearing and shimmied up a tree.
He started to wait, letting his mana regeneration get his magic back to top form and downed a few pancakes in an attempt to fill his HP back up. The more dangerous enemies were sure to come soon, and he'd have to take them out from the trees above. Hand to hand was no longer a viable option.
Sure enough, they came. And it wasn't any zombie this time. Oh no sir it was not.
At first, Harry heard a low grunting and the shuffling footfalls of huge feet. From under the trees on the right side, something huge was moving toward him. Harry shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.
It was a grotesque sight.
Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredibly horrible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.
"Observe"
SPECIAL ENEMY DETECTED!
Troll
Lv-12
HP:800/800
MP:50/50
Str-60
Vit-12
Dex-1
Int-2
Wis-1
Luc-0
A vicious forest troll that wants to kill anything in its way. One of the only creatures known to thrive with Undead Creatures, it is incredibly resistant to magic, has tough skin and incredible strength but is very dumb. He has mommy issues since she tried to eat him when he was born.
Kill to get- 75 Exp
'Thrives with Undead Creatures' didn't really explain how a creature that was technically 'living' existed in an undead dungeon. Worriedly, Harry eyed his new challenger when suddenly,
Bloodlust detected!
Without a second's hesitation, his legs coiled like a frog and he sprang from his spot out into the open air of the clearing.
The troll in the middle of the clearing seemed to be expecting it as it swung its club with all its force, intending to 'baseball shoot' Harry's life right out of him. Harry used a quick burst of wind midair to get himself away from the swing of the club and slowed down enough to land off to the side of the clearing. Balancing himself, he turned around to see what had caused his bloodlust warning to trigger,
The tree he was standing on was merely a destroyed stump now, and a massive troll, larger and meaner looking than the one already in the clearing was standing on it with its massive club resting on its shoulder.
'There are two of them!' Harry realized, dread sinking down into his stomach. He had no idea what he was going to do now. Trolls were supposed to be very hard to kill.
Deftly dodging the barrage of rocks and swinging clubs that was being thrown his way, Harry desperately sent out his mana, searching for anything that could help him. Fire and earth were completely useless due to tough skin and magic resistance respectively. And he had yet to find a way to use wind to kill monsters.
All this and more was passing through his head when he heard a soft, rhythmic thudding echoing in his mind. Swinging under the club of the smaller troll and jumping backward, Harry suddenly realized what he was hearing.
Water.
Rushing through the veins of the troll, into and out of its beating heart. It was much in lesser amount than any human blood, but it was there.
And it was enough.
Harry tilted his head to smile at the new challengers. Now all he had to do was to distract them enough to get his mana into their bloodstreams. And he knew just the way to do it.
He pulled out his holly wand and leveled both of his wands, one in each hand, right above the center of the clearing. Hoping that the description was right about them being dumb, he incanted, "Periculum"
A massive burst of red sparks shot skyward from his wands and settled above the clearing, floating. The trolls couldn't take their eyes off of the cloud of sparks and slowly raised their hands and started gurgling at it. It was working! Harry sent out his mana and commanded their blood to answer his call.
It did. Knowing that these creatures were not very intelligent and were probably only attacking out of instinct, Harry decided to give them a quick and painless death. With a little bit of effort, Harry jostled around the blood near their hearts, causing it to clot. The blood flow to their hearts stopped and they suddenly gave a giant heave, fell down and dissolved into golden dust.
Harry let go of his control and then looked at his mana;
Mana: 37/250
He really needed to improve the size of his mana pool, and that was only possible by getting much more Int points. Turning around to look at the troll foot he got as the loot, he grimaced and decided to not take it.
Sometimes, the rewards were just a little bit shit.
Harry turned and saw around twenty zombies coming at him. With a grin, he turned into the forest and he quickly ran deep inside. The zombies followed him, extremely slow and no real match for Harry's speed.
Harry smiled as he got a brilliant idea. He focused an air current under his feet and boosted himself upwards, grabbing onto a branch and swinging himself onto the tree. Then, he waited. His original sniping idea hadn't worked with the troll, but it was sure to work with these zombies.
Zombies were quickly picked out in ones and twos as Harry used his earth control to drive spikes into the zombies and take them down.
Over the next hour Harry hit small groups of zombies across the forest, slowly boosting up his stats, and after he was done with the final group of zombies, he walked out of the forest near the ID Hagrid's hut, extremely tired. He took out some meat and ate it, filling up his energy. Harry then moved to enter back into the forest for a bit more grinding when suddenly he heard the thunderous crack echo through the forest once again.
It was much closer now.
"What is this?" Harry wondered as he started following the sound. He'd been hearing these cracks since he'd entered the ID and he was starting to get very curious about what was causing them.
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