Hellfire

On a cold night, and countless stars flickering their light and the crescent moon beaming its cold light giving illumination, Gerard was standing in the middle of the freshly ruined city. His garb was tattered, his smooth silky hair with a tinge of opal, his face covered in dirt and blood, his right arm brandishing the sword trembling. Between all of this, his lips pursed a smile.

Why wouldn't he?

He already reached Level 30!

Not only that, but the new skill also he obtained through the Mythical Relic he gobbled earlier surpassed his imagination.

Gerard saw in his peripheral view the approaching band of trolls.

Trolls are a distant relative of Ogre if one should focus on their anatomy. But trolls are far smarter and the adult troll can learn the language of humans without needing to reach the Chief Rank.

Trolls can be reason, unlike Ogre that were murderous.

"Food!"

"Don't move!"

The band of Trolls shouted.