Chapter 41 - Olik and Grak (1/2)

Vott taking to heart what Muthos said ordered his men not to harm any trolls unless necessary. He had a soft spot for those who cared about their people even though he felt like their troll guides were unneeded at this point.

Theoric tightening his fists was more than ready to test his new strength as he barreled through the opposing force, punching out every troll in arm's length.

Vott recalling the corridors as they traveled through the streets and alleyways of the city increased the pressure as he urged them to finish it faster.

”No time to waste, we don't want to get surrounded again, finish them now and move on,” he said dodging a strike as he used his newly acquired smaller ax backward to knock the troll on the head making him pass out cold.

Some of the more unskilled men though resorted to killings not to mention the ones who still held resentment deep down for the loss of their brothers.

Vott could only smile wryly hoping that Muthos didn't hold it against them as time was of the essence.

Muthos seeing most of the Asgardians try and keep true to his words made him feel a bit differently when thinking about how he was using them.

Leaving those thoughts behind he continued to lead them on towards the shipyard which was just a designated spot located on the far east side of the city.

The trolls have yet to build any significant structure in which to house them since they still had only a small number of sh.i.p.s that were either scavenged from wreckage or stolen from others. Very few of them were gotten in an upright manner and fewer still were made from the hidden machine that could create anything.

They reached the wall which had an open space before it so the troll men could gather before heading to the sh.i.p.s.

In front of the exit to the shipyard was the red armor troll, that they met at the supply depot, waiting for them with a troll squad of about 50 trolls. This was all he could scrounge up on such short notice when he arrived back at the city and heard the alarms.

The red armored troll grinned when he saw them arrive,- ”Well, would you look at this, I was just about to go look for you and here you come delivering yourselves to me.” It was a coincidence running into them here, he was just looking for a new ship to commender after his last one blew up back at the supply depot.

Vott enraged practically turned as red as his hair when he saw the troll who tried to backstab him only to kill Barath who pushed him out of the way, saving his life.

Vott yelled- ”Don't fool yourself, I'll be sure to kill you this time, now that you're not sneaking around my back!”

Intending to rush him he was held up by Theoric who placed his hand on his shoulder to calm him.