How to Live as a Wandering Knight

“Karamaf. You’re also considered a monster; can you handle a troll?”

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━𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥.

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Karamaf expressed his opinion simply and briefly. It meant he was unwilling.

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“Can you at least distract it?”

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━𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥.

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Karamaf nodded confidently. Johan said with a relieved expression,

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“Go and draw its attention, but don’t engage too much. If it gets dangerous, you can retreat. We never planned to risk our lives anyway.”

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Karamaf, with a keen sense of smell, was leading the way remarkably well. Although a servant had given directions, they would have wandered more without Karamaf.

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‘𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦?’

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Upon closer examination, the troll’s skin was much tougher than expected. Not only that, the thick skin coupled with the tough muscles and fat underneath formed a dense armor layer.

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Even a sharply honed longsword, when swung, would only slightly penetrate the muscles before stopping. This meant that the knights’ swordsmanship might not be very effective.

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Moreover, such wounds would quickly heal. . .

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Would it be different if cut with the <𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫>?

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“It’s not a good place to pour oil on the sword and set it on fire. Perhaps. . . we have no choice but to push through with brute force.”

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━𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥?

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“If thrown hard enough, a spear might penetrate somewhat. Better than a sword.”

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━𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥. . .

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Even with regenerative abilities, a spear lodged in the body would not be easily removed.

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Of course, this was a plan that only Johan, confident in his extraordinary strength, could consider.

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The wolf growled as if frustrated.

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🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

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The elf knights gazed at the troll with mesmerized eyes.

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The knight slayer, the troll!

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Even when they heard such a nickname, they vividly remembered scoffing, ‘𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.’

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“There’s only one. Missing this would be a disgrace to knights. Surround and capture it. Keep shooting bolts to confuse it!”

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The knights weren’t fools either. Even if not trolls, they had experience in capturing other monsters.

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After surrounding it with their subordinates, flooding it with bolts from all sides would inevitably panic and fluster any monster.

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Then, it would be the knights’ turn.

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They knew about the troll’s remarkable regenerative ability, but beheading would render that useless. As the creature floundered, the knights swiftly prepared to strike at its neck.

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However. . .

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“T-The beast, it’s coming this way! It’s coming this way!!”

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The bolts were too weak to dismay the troll. Unscathed, the troll sneered and charged at the crossbowmen. The encirclement quickly collapsed amidst screams.

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From then on, it was not a fight but a struggle for survival.

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Realizing the elf knights were the leaders, the troll ignored the others and doggedly pursued only three. It was determined not to give them a chance to escape on their tied-up horses.

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The elf knights had to jump and roll with curses, as the troll, seemingly 1.5 times the size of a large soldier, swung its massive club, making defense impossible.

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Fortunately, one of the three elf knights continually distracted the troll, maintaining a precarious balance.

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All three were acutely aware of it.

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If even one of them fell, the others would be killed by the troll!

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It was a shameful situation for knights, but all they could hope for was reinforcement.

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And then, Johan arrived.

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Riding a warhorse and gallantly leaping through the bushes, Johan’s arrival on the battlefield was the epitome of an honorable knight.

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‘. . .𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.’

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Of course, he was contemplating whether to flee alone or with the knights.