A Witless Troll Slayer
“What kind of stupid firearm needs to be enchanted after every few shots?” Ezra cursed, his voice laced with frustration as he tried to pull the trigger once again.

Yet, even after exerting all his strength, he could not manage to move it an inch from its position. The trigger was stuck, and no matter how hard he tried, it simply wouldn’t budge.

“God damn it!” Ezra eventually put the sniper away and switched to his shotgun. He was about to jump down when he saw Sam slowly getting back on his feet.

Despite being whacked away by the Cave Troll, Sam looked completely unharmed save for a little dizziness. Even he could not believe he was still alive. There was no way any ordinary human could have survived such a brutal blow.

“How…is this possible?” Sam questioned in disbelief as he touched his chest and took a few deep breaths to feel his ribcage. All his ribs were still intact, and there wasn’t a single bruise on his skin.

Not only had Sam been whacked away by an enormous bone club, but a
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