This adventurer is overly righteous.

For trolls, the daytime is usually spent sleeping. In the past, they could sleep soundly and peacefully in their caves because only they had enough strength to move the huge rocks they used to block the entrances. It was the most secure door.

But now, they lie anxiously in their burrows, unable to fall asleep, or are disturbed by the slightest noise after entering a very light sleep.

For trolls, having their cave exposed is extremely dangerous, as it means that after pushing aside the boulders at night, they are very likely to face humans who are already prepared and ready to kill them.

They must move quickly and find a new cave. They are fortunate that their cave is remote enough, as it would take an average human quite a while to get here. Perhaps they still have a chance to escape.

As the trolls waited anxiously, they gradually sensed the approach of night.

"If I were you, I wouldn't come out."

The ogres, who were about to move the boulder, stopped abruptly. They remembered the voice; it was that white creature from the previous night.

Sure enough, there were people guarding outside, but if there weren't many, they could still try to break through. The longer they were trapped in the cave, the more dangerous their situation would become. Just as they made up their minds, Kroya's voice came from outside the cave again.

"It's daytime now, so if you want to come out, go ahead and give it a try."

bluff?

The troll was quite confident in its perception abilities; it was definitely nighttime outside, and the other party was lying to it.

"roar"

The troll let out a menacing growl, then carefully pushed the boulder open a crack.

"brush!"

A blinding beam of light shot into the ogre's eyes through the gap. Having been in darkness for a long time, the sudden exposure to the bright light caused the ogre to scream, cover its eyes, and fall to the ground. The other ogre hurriedly closed the gap.

  

"It's light! It's light!"

With its eyes red and swollen, and tears streaming down its face, the ogre's three mouths roared in unison.

"It's not the light of fire! It's the light of the sun!"

Even though it had never seen the sun's light, the troll still shouted that.

"How is that possible?"

For a troll, their intuition is as reliable as their arm; it should never be wrong. But what exactly is going on right now?

Their brains are not capable of thinking about such a question. A huge sense of contradiction is impacting their minds. Their bodily instincts tell them that it should be nighttime, but their eyes can see the light of the sun!

"Impossible! This is definitely a trick of yours, you cunning human!"

The trolls growled angrily inside the cave, seemingly ready to push aside the boulder, burst out, and tear the people outside to shreds. However, Kroya could detect a hint of bravado in their growls.

They were so afraid of sunlight that they even began to doubt their own bodily instincts.

"Because you've already been poisoned by me." Kroya coughed lightly and continued to deceive, his voice sounding full of confidence.

With the help of acceleration magic, Kroya was quite confident that he would disappear completely before the opponent could push the stone away.

They can't outrun him, which is the source of Croa's confidence and makes his words more credible.

"Both my sword and the other guy's sword were poisoned. You all have wounds we left on you, and the poison entered your bodies through those wounds, making it impossible for you to distinguish between day and night..."

Kroya had read many books in this world, and it was clear that the literature in this world was far from reaching the level of development of his previous life. Many popular stories were probably at the level of Aesop's Fables and Grimm's Fairy Tales, only with a lot of color and violence added. The more advanced ones were similar to the myths and legends of his previous life.

Therefore, Kroya is now trying to integrate into the art style of this world, telling stories in a way that these ogres can understand, and fooling them.

Anyway, they're pretty stupid...

"toxin?!"

Inside the cave, six pairs of eyes stared at each other. To the ogres, the toxin was like the sun—something that existed only in verbal descriptions but had never actually been touched.

"Cunning humans!"

For trolls, the ability to sense day and night is their most important asset, and they hate Kroya even more than before.

"I don't believe you! How could such a poison exist in the world!"

"Really?" Croya continued his nonsense. "All you have to do is put the goji berries in a cup, pour hot water over them, and then..."

Kroya uttered the names of herbs that no one in the world would know, speaking with exceptional fluency. The ogres in the cave were almost completely bewildered by these difficult-to-pronounce terms. They had no idea what the herbs Kroya was talking about were, nor could they tell whether what Kroya was saying was true or false.

They even trusted Croa a little more because of this.

"Then why won't you let us go out? If we were exposed to sunlight and turned to stone, wouldn't that suit your taste?"

The trolls asked one last question. They were beginning to believe what Kroya had said, and they were filled with unease. What were his true intentions?

"I want you to be my slaves, to obey my commands from now on, and to only go out when I tell you it's okay, to work for me..."

Kroya put on a fierce demeanor to make his words seem more believable.

"If you don't obey me, you'll stay in the cave forever!"

Well, Kroya wasn't good at speaking so fiercely; at least he found it somewhat amusing. But the trolls in the cave were completely convinced and trembled at Kroya's words—they weren't very smart.

"We are willing to submit."

The ogre's voice came from inside the cave, still hoarse and unpleasant, but with a hint of submission.

"As long as you can protect us and provide us with food."

For ogres, self-respect is worthless. If the other party can feed them, they might as well submit to the other party and become their slaves.

"We need to eat one person every day..."

Although the ogres knew that the person outside the cave was a human, they didn't think that someone who wanted to enslave an ogre could have much of a sense of justice. Besides, they also knew that the people who killed the most humans were never monsters, but humans themselves.

The food they are given may be far more than they have obtained from hunting in the past.

"it is good."

At first, Kroya thought it was an interesting process to fool the trolls, but now he just felt disgusted. Soon after, he heard footsteps coming from humans.

Carter, and the villagers following behind him, carrying many sharpened wooden spears and extremely thick hemp rope nets on their backs, were silenced by a gesture from afar by Croya.

"Your food will be here soon."

The trolls didn't feel anything was wrong; on the contrary, they felt a strange sense of joy.

The master they followed was more evil than they imagined, finding suitable food so quickly.

Perhaps becoming the other party's servant is a good thing...

The troll thought to itself.