Chef in the Apocalypse

Chapter 41: Trolls (1)

The group approached the bridge with deliberate stealth, their movements masked by the shadows and debris that littered the area. As they drew nearer, the massive forms of the trolls came into view, each one standing just shy of two meters tall. Their arms hung heavily, almost grazing the ground as they lumbered forward.

Atop their thick shoulders sat disproportionate heads, wild hair framing their faces, and fierce tusks protruding from either side of their gaping mouths. Their appearance was akin to that of a grizzled gorilla, their brawny frames hunched under the weight of their muscular bodies, each wielding a towering wooden club that seemed almost comical in comparison.

Jayce’s voice broke the tense silence, his muttering almost lost in the anticipation of battle. “They’re too short.”

Colin’s eyes widened, and he shot Jayce a perplexed look, an unspoken question evident in his gaze. The rest of the party mirrored his confusion, their attention fixed on the looming figures before them. To describe these mammoth creatures as “short” seemed entirely inaccurate.

In a hushed tone, Jayce clarified, “A troll is meant to be at least three meters tall.”

A wave of uncertainty rippled through the group, their collective gaze shifting back to the trolls. Doubt lingered in the air as Jackie voiced the question that hung on everyone’s lips, “Are you sure they’re trolls?”

Jayce nodded with conviction. “I’m certain.”

Amid the uncertainty, the swordsman Ben spoke up, his voice a bit uneasy. “Do we continue with the plan?”

Jayce’s mind whirred with uncertainty, his instincts at odds with the situation. But they had a goal to reach, a path to follow, and the bridge was their only route. He eventually nodded, his resolve firm. “Yes. Just like we’ve done before. Mages and Zane, start with ranged attacks. Once they close in, switch to melee. Focus your fire on one. If we’re lucky, we can take one down before it reaches us.”

The group nodded in agreement, each member finding their place in the strategy. Zane readied his bow, fingers deftly nocking an arrow. Meanwhile, Jackie and Amber began to channel their magical energies, conjuring destructive spells. Lianna focused her attention on Jayce, casting her buffs on him with practiced efficiency. After all, why spend mana buffing everyone individually when she could just take advantage of his Executive Chef skill.

The tension in the air was palpable as the party readied themselves for the impending assault. Jayce’s low voice cut through the stillness, a single command that ignited a cascade of destruction. “Fire.”

Zane’s arrow shot forth like a venomous serpent, its tip dripping with potent poison. The arrow found its mark, embedding itself deep in the chest of the nearest troll, forcing the creature to stagger back in shock. In rapid succession, Amber’s fireball soared through the air, a comet of flames that detonated upon impact, engulfing the troll in searing agony. Jackie’s magic followed, her hailstorm descending like a wrathful tempest, its shards of ice plummeting from above, impaling the monsters below.

The trolls felt the onslaught with brutal force, their roars of pain echoing across the bridge. The closest troll writhed as the poison worked its insidious magic, its body shuddering from the flames that licked at its flesh. The troll adjacent to its blazing companion narrowly evaded the inferno, only to be met with the icy lances of Jackie’s spell. It screamed as the piercing ice projectiles rent through its thick hide, a gruesome symphony of death unfolding.

As the troll ablaze rolled on the ground in agony, the onslaught of spells proved too much for it to endure. Its anguished cries crescendoed into a final, guttural howl as it succumbed to the flames, its life extinguished.

The remaining two trolls, now beset by fear and pain, flailed their massive clubs in a desperate bid for survival. Swinging their weapons like makeshift shields, they attempted to ward off the relentless barrage of ice projectiles. Yet, their efforts were in vain. With each strike, the trolls’ movements grew slower, the ice sapping their strength and freezing their limbs.

As the final volley of spells crashed down, the bridge became a graveyard. Three trolls lay motionless, their monstrous frames twisted and broken, their lives snuffed out without ever reaching the party’s front lines.

Colin rose from his position, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he nudged Jayce playfully. “See, that wasn’t so hard. You should trust us more.” His voice was filled with pride and camaraderie, a reassuring reminder that they were a team.

Jayce’s contemplative gaze remained fixed on the fallen trolls for a moment longer. With a nod, he turned to his companions and gestured for them to move forward onto the bridge. However, his voice carried a note of caution as he spoke, his intuition refusing to be ignored. “Let’s keep moving, but stay vigilant. Something doesn’t add up.”

The party moved cautiously towards the fallen trolls, the sense of victory mingling with the unease of their leader’s intuition. Colin’s alertness was a testament to his trust in Jayce’s leadership, his ever-ready grin replaced with a focused expression. As they neared the downed trolls, their massive forms sprawled on the bridge, Colin’s eyes flicked around, wary for any signs of hidden danger.

Upon reaching the scene, the party noticed the loot that was on the ground in front of the bodies. Apart from a few pieces of troll meat and a health potion, there was also a giant club which one of the Trolls had been wielding.

Colin looked at the massive club, surprised that it had not disappeared like the others. Jackie playfully patted him on the back, teasing, “Looks like you’ve got a new weapon, honey.” Her laughter echoed through the air, and Colin grumbled good-naturedly. The immense size of the club would prove a challenge even for someone as strong as him, and he was on the brink of leaving it behind.

Jayce, however, was quick to react. Without a second thought, he stowed the club directly into his inventory, showing his characteristic efficiency. He spared them little more than a glance, his focus remaining fixed on the surroundings. “Let’s move quickly. We’re too exposed out here in the middle of the bridge,” Jayce urged, his voice a steady reminder of the situation’s gravity.

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