Heaven's Greatest Professor

The intensity of the battle slowed down, but they were still engaged against the overwhelming force of the forsaken. The handfuls of trolls seemed to have overturned the situation for them, as the stalemate tilted back on the forsaken again. Without the reinforcements, the human party wouldn't have much sway against the numbers...

Warden dodged the club of the troll, slashing his sword at its knee. Purple blood smeared on the rugged terrain for a moment, but the wounds instantly closed with renewed skin. Unlike the orcs which Warden had heard possessed energy negation ability, the regeneration power of these trolls was far superior.

After all, the orcs were unable to negate his void energy, but the trolls were regenerating the wounds before his eyes. Warden would have to sever them completely and only then would they lose their regenerative powers. Unfortunately, with their massive form, severing even their limbs was a tremendously difficult task.

Of course, it wasn't all a mistake either. Trolls were uglier than your average orcs. They have power, overwhelmingly so, but they were far from being agile, nor do they have the best techniques like the orcs. They were naked, ugly things that fought mostly on instinct.

The trolls he fought hadn't managed to land a single blow on him yet; while although Warden had been successful in all his attacks, none were critical enough that the trolls were unable to regenerate.

These fuckers could even regenerate their eyes. Warden was hurtled into the air after he sliced the eyes of one. Sadly that plan went down the gutter as well.

Without fighting in his full intensity, Warden would be unable to finish them off. However, he had already exhausted half of his energy. The arrows shooting at him cost him most of his energy as he had to maintain [Void Shroud] at its peak at all times. On top of that, he couldn't absorb attacks to recover his energy at all.

Splitting his focus, Warden brought out one of the last remaining recovery potions and gulped it down.

He saw Luis fighting with a silver-ranked Orc Chief. Both parties seemed content with playing it out with their underlings, neither prepared to end the battle swiftly, not that they could.

Warden's energy recovered swiftly as he threw himself at the trolls with new fervour. He rammed his knee into the gut of one of the trolls, causing it to wince thunderously. The void energy thumped against its gut, breaking it from the inside.

Now let me see how well you recover from that, he thought.

The troll tried to throw Warden off, but he was already on the move, twisting over the giant troll's body onto its shoulder. He hurtled another kick into the back of its neck, almost shattering it. Still, the troll fell to the ground.

Warden was sure it would recover from the shock quickly. But only if it got the chance. [The Divider] free in his arms so far, finally found its chance as Warden pinned it into the back of the head of the troll.

The blade met a terrible obstruction in its path, as more arrows crashed into Warden's defence, shaking the integrity of the shroud. He felt another troll coming from behind, two from the front...

Warden's lips curved up in a cruel smile. He drove the blade further into the skull of the naked, ugly thing, pushing more and more energy. Although everyone seemed to be working on delaying the assault for reinforcement, Warden went for the kill.

The troll screeched horrifyingly under his blade, shaking with all its might. Warden pressed his void shroud on its back, keeping it still for the time needed.

The Divider came out from the other side, through its bloody eye, and yet the monster screamed. A club came hammering from his back. Warden was prepared for it as his awareness was always looking out for threats. He swung his leg to stop its course. However, even with that, he was unable to stop it. The sheer force behind the club was just...

Warden was flung away a few metres, his shroud shaking like scraps of paper against stormy winds. He winced, colliding against an orc.

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[You have slain a Troll (Iron).]

[+1.1 Regeneration.]

So the trolls could not regenerate their brains.

"Ahaha," Warden laughed as he stood up again. "I know it now."

One down, seven more to go.

Warden didn't have to aim for the trolls, as with the death of their kinsman, all the available trolls charged at him in devilish madness. He had to adopt a defensive stance again, though he still had to use all his athleticism against the onslaught of seven trolls.

Even with the recovery potion, Warden found his energy dwindling with each moment of battle. So he called upon his secret weapon - his budding baleful intent.

He had barely tested it with a sword, but without a good spear at hand, he would have to make do with the Divider.

His intent only made it easier to cut things—which was honestly great for a weapon like a sword or spear—however, up against regenerative monsters like these trolls, the intent made only a little difference, compared with his void energy.

Warden almost sliced through the arm of a troll, only to see it being reattached in seconds as the wounds closed up, covered with new red skin.

How many points do these trolls have in recovery? Warden couldn't help but wonder. He had a hundred points and a regeneration ability, but he didn't think he could reattach his arms that quickly. Hell, it will take hours to reattach, not to mention it would hardly be usable for weeks after that.

To what extent do their regenerative powers run?

Of course, This line of thought wasn't right. Other than their massive form, which came with equal strength, trolls only have their regenerative power. Of course, they would be overpowered in that aspect.

"I guess the challenge will only make the rewards much sweeter," Warden muttered, enlarging his blade to two metres.