Chapter 32 - Supply Depot (1) (1/2)
Theoric and the others received little sleep when they started to hear the trolls in the area smashing rocks.
Vott sounding exhausted roused himself- ”Alright lads time to get up, that 2-hour refresher is more than enough for us, seems the trolls know we're around here somewhere, they will most likely be in small groups again searching so we'll have a bit of fun when they arrive in front of us.”
The Asgardian physiology helped immensely when taking a short break compared to a human, but with the constant running and fighting that's been going on, their bodies were still far from peak condition not to mention the mental exhaustion from it all.
The men were not the only ones irritated from the lack of sleep, Theoric didn't earn any new upgrades that he was hoping for, he didn't know if it was because he needed more sleep or if he couldn't keep relying on quick gains from each night rest.
His abilities were far better now than when he first arrived, unlike his physical abilities which had little in the way of improvements.
It seemed to him like his body was adjusting to his blessings first which slowed down the physical improvements he knew the Acanti soul still needed to do in order to complete the merge fully.
The sun had long since fallen leaving a very dark almost pitch-black room underneath the rocks they were hiding in. The chill creeping in, leaving a room full of cold unhappy Asgardians who fumbled around for their weapons as they waited for the trolls to approach.
That disgusting stench was the first thing to hit their nostrils before the yapping trolls began breaking rocks around them.
Vott whispering- ”Steady men, wait till they're right on top of us.”
”Stupid Assgins hiding like rats.” one troll said swinging his club at a rock face.
”Tired swinging club at stupid rocks.” another said.
”Keep working, when find Assgins, I eat flesh from bone and poop on remains.” The last thing the troll leader managed to say as Vott angrily shouted out- ”Now!” smashing through the wall, swinging his ax down with such force he bisected the last troll who spoke.
The other Asgardians came out in a fury of their own as they took the trolls off guard quickly cutting them down.
Vott happily watching some of the trolls trying to claw their way out laughed- ”Hahaha nice one Theoric, finish them off men we can't waste time here.”
After dispatching the rest with ease Vott gathered the men- ”Alright good no one was hurt, let's finish this before the sun rises, the supply depot should be just beyond this area in another open field, no time to waste someone could have heard us, move out.”
As soon as he finished speaking the howls started again, echoing through the area, putting the men on edge as the already massive force in the surrounding area sounded that much larger and more intimidating, playing on the men's psyche.