Chapter 28: Yaya's Power

  "Hide well, and don't make a sound. If anyone disrupts the pn, they'll face military discipline!"

  Old Johhe role of the striforcer, quietly scolding some distracted soldiers to break their pre-battle tension.

  Beside him, Leon licked his lips, recalling his previous enters with trolls, all of which were painful memories.

  These trolls, standing over 2.5 meters tall, muscur, and hideous, with their brute strength and terrifying regeive abilities, had always been the nightmare of Bay Vilge.

  I years, the number of trolls in the Dark Forest had increased, from one or two at first to groups of three to five.

  What was oreasure trove fathering herbs and magical materials had turned into a dangerous forbidden zone.

  Now, with the arrival of the new lord, would this ge for the better, or would history repeat itself?

  "Roar...!"

  A beastly roar echoed from the distant forest.

  Matthew felt a faint sense of threat approag closer.

  Yaya lowered her head, shifting from her previous adorable appearance, cautiously peering through the gaps in the bushes and staring ily at the distant area.

  Field sidestepped to avoid a thrown rock, quickly dug behind a tree trunk before swiftly half-turning to shoot an arrow.

  The sharp metal arroierced the troll’s chest, causing it to roar in fury and charge harder at the old hunter.

  Having successfully drawroll’s aggro, Field panted heavily as he sprinted, gng at the trolls closing in from both sides.

  If it were his younger days, Field, on avid hunter, could have kept running for half a day. Now, though, his stamina was waning, and his speed was slowing.

  The pursuing trolls noticed his faltering pad became even more excited, shouting in guttural troll-speak.

  Field gritted his teeth and pressed oook it upon himself to act as bait, so that the young men of the vilge, who had not experienced real danger, could survive.

  Crash!

  The enormous figure of the troll burst from the bushes, swinging a wooden club stained with dark blood, sending a foul wind toward him.

  Field leaped forward, rolling on the ground to dodge potential follow-up attacks before diving into the bushes ahead.

  Ign the thorns tearing at his skin, he narrowly evaded the troll’s club and sprinted over a wide patch of dry leaves.

  As he passed a marked spot, Field stumbled dramatically to the ground, causing the trolls to grow more excited as they charged.

  The two fastest trolls took great strides toward Field, but before they could attack, the grouh them suddenly gave way, and they plummeted down.

  Frantically filing their arms, they grasped at nothing and fell into the deep pit prepared for them.

  Thud!

  Sharp spikes pierced their feet, causing them to cry out in agony.

  After painfully pulling out the barbed iron spikes, the trolls looked up to see that the pit was 6 meters deep, far too high for them to climb out.

  Seeing their rades fall, the faces of the other two trolls ged, just as a bright silver fsh streaked from above.

  Moving at lightning speed, Yaya pounced, instinctively opening her mouth.

  "Banishment Breath!"

  Matthew watched as the troll, just raising its hand, was struck by the invisible breath, its massive body suddenly beihereal before vanishing in a fsh of light.

  The troll had been banished!

  It would reappear in a month or when Yaya dispelled the spell.

  In the blink of ahe fearsome four trolls were reduced to just one!

  Yaya nded gracefully, dodging the swing of the troll's club, leaping up, and sshing its chest with her cws.

  The troll howled in pain, bending low to sweep with its club, but Yaya lightly jumped, easily avoiding the blow, then headbutted its jaw.

  Boom!

  Blood spttered everywhere!

  The troll staggered back two steps, but its rapid regeion had already healed its chest, and it angrily swung its club again.

  from the sidelines, Matthew marveled at Yaya’s agility and pact strength, refleg on how important ialent was in this world.

  Even though Yaya hadn’t ied the bloodline knowledge that other true dragons did from birth, her ability to learn was still impressive.

  "It must be because my intelligence is so high!" Matthew thought shamelessly.

  Initially, he had been a bit nervous, but now he was ready to sit bad enjoy the show, curious about what surprises his adorable little creature might bring him.

  At first, Yaya preferred to use her nimble limbs, sharp cws, and ferocious headbutts to attack.

  But as she greidly, realizing the troll posed hreat, she became bolder, using her wings to increase her mobility, attag from different angles.

  Iingly, once Yaya noticed the troll’s troubleseion, she began targeting its oints, attag its head, throat, a.

  Before long, the troll was covered in blood.

  While the wounds healed, the lost blood wasn’t replenished, and the pain made the troll more fearful, its attacks growing slower as Yaya became more reckless.

  To others, it might have seemed like Yaya was learning and growing, but in their eyes...

  Yaya’s terrifying killing ability made them gulp instinctively.

  Fear began to e the troll’s mind, as it seemed to recall a past terror. It dropped its on and fled.

  Yaya, puzzled, stopped her pursuit, tilting her head cutely in fusion.

  Matthew, uo help but ugh, sensed Yaya’s emotions and waved to the dazed soldiers:

  "Surround him and capture him!"

  The soldiers finally so attention, with Old John leading the charge, guiding the shieldmen and spearmen forward:

  "Shieldmen in front, spearmen behind, attack his legs first!"

  Seeing the troll beaten up by Yaya, the soldiers were emboldened, charging forward with loud battle cries.

  The paroll had no will to fight, and once surrounded, it only filed its fists, smming into the shields.

  But it was just a "small" troll!

  Its strength was great, but not enough to break through the shields or knock down the professional soldiers.

  The soldiers had initially been afraid of the powerful troll, but after enduring several rounds of wild puhey realized it wasn’t as dangerous as they thought.

  It was just bigger and stronger, but not capable of dealing a fatal blow.

  Growing more fident, the soldiers pressed harder, while the troll grew increasingly desperate, bleeding profusely as the soldiers overwhelmed it with shields and spears.

  Ange and Old John couldn’t help but smile, quickly yelling orders for the soldiers to maintain their formation and coordination.

  Such a good training opportunity had to be fully utilized!

  Seeing her pung bag taken away, Yaya blinked in surprise.

  Then she remembered—she still had aroll!

  Dispelling the spell, the other dazed troll reappeared, and before it could react, Yaya pounced again.