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The explanation given to him was that small animals in the dense forest had witnessed him killing trolls, hence the title.

Upon arriving in the northern highlands, after circling the surrounding mountains a few times, Mike not only acquired the title of "Ogre Slayer," but also several other similar titles.

For example: [Goblin Slayer], [Orc Buster], and [Lone Ranger].

“Of course, it’s a contest of who kills more dark creatures…” Perhaps because the two of them both liked to travel alone and had similar titles, the tall man opposite them suggested, “I know there’s a mountain nearby where a large group of orcs have recently come. Let’s use them as a contest.”

"If you're not satisfied, we can also go hunt those giant spiders in the forest. How about it, are you up for it?"

Yes, Mike was right. The giant spider that went to Rosgobel did indeed originate in the mountains surrounding the northern highlands.

However, there were too many mountains and the terrain was too complex, so even Mike couldn't find the nest where these giant spiders were born.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are not enough of these giant spiders at present.

"The orcs and giant spiders aren't that strong, not suitable for a contest. I've heard that a group of snow ogres live on the highest snow mountain. How about coming with me to take a look?" Mike turned to the newcomer and challenged him.

The tall man opposite him, nicknamed "Big Steps," was none other than Aragorn, the last male king of the Gondor royal family.

Having the bloodline of the "Longevity Species," he is only in his early twenties, strictly speaking still in his "childhood."

The reason he left the protection of the Noldor elves at such a young age and came to the Northern Highlands from Rivendell was to hone his skills and become a qualified heir to the throne.

Prideful at heart, he was naturally resentful when he heard that someone even more capable than himself had come to the northern highlands, and thus developed a competitive spirit.

However, Aragorn, despite his powerful bloodline, is still in the developmental stage and can at most deal with one or two giant spiders, or a small orc squad of a dozen or so people.

As for challenging the thick-skinned, incredibly strong snow ogres, he knew he didn't have that ability yet.

“Fine, I’ll go. I don’t believe you can kill those big guys.” Perhaps it was because he was too young, or perhaps it was because the “reverse psychology” worked, but Aragorn’s eyes flickered as he agreed to Mike’s suggestion.

There are many types of trolls, including woodland trolls, mountain trolls, and snow trolls.

The monster Mike killed in the forest was a woodland troll, which is considered a relatively "weak" type of troll.

The snow ogres are larger, have tougher skin, and are stronger; they are among the strongest of all ogres.

Compared to the giant spiders in the valley that have not yet reached their full potential, the snow-covered ogres on the snow-capped mountains are obviously more dangerous.

The other wandering warriors in the northern highlands naturally knew that there were snow ogres on the snow mountain, but ordinary weapons couldn't break through their defenses, which is why no one dared to provoke those monsters.

However, the situation now seems to have changed.

“OK, let’s get started then~” Mike smiled and stood up, tapping the table before leaving. “Oh, and remember to pay for my drinks.”

Watching Mike's dashing departure, Aragorn reluctantly took out a few silver coins from his pocket and placed them on the table before chasing after him.

Hunting dark creatures in the northern highlands yields bounties, but Aragorn's purpose in coming here is to hone his skills. Therefore, after each kill, he generally doesn't cut off the prey's ears to collect the reward.

This also meant that, apart from the sword at his waist, Aragorn was actually a complete pauper.

"[Big Stepper] has finally launched a challenge to [Lone Ranger] for first place..."

"I knew this day would come. It seems they're preparing to attack those monsters on the snow mountain..."

"This is big news!!! Anyone want to go see it...?"

……

Before Mike arrived, Aragorn, the "Bigfoot," was arguably the strongest in the Northern Highlands.

In the two weeks since Mike arrived, he has become quite a celebrity among the rangers.

Furthermore, given that the two hadn't made any attempt to avoid the other people in the tavern during their conversation, news of their "bet" quickly spread.

As Mike and Aragon headed towards the highest snow-capped mountain, a sizable group of onlookers also rushed to the scene.

"I've heard there's a powerful flock of giant eagles that also live atop the snow-capped peaks. I wonder how strong they are, compared to the snow ogre?" Perhaps feeling he'd encountered someone of his own kind, Aragorn, the lone wolf, actually started to speak up on his way to the snow-capped peaks.

"Have you seen those giant eagles?" Mike asked, a small whistle appearing in his hand.

This was a parting gift given to Rudolf Mike by the brown-robed wizard when they parted ways.

According to the brown-robed wizard, the giant eagles in the Misty Mountains were also his companions. Mike could blow his whistle if he encountered danger in the northern highlands, and the giant eagles would come to his aid.

But up until now, Mike hasn't needed any help from the giant eagle.

"Those giant eagles soared and flew about mysteriously. I've only been lucky enough to see them from afar twice. One time I was particularly fortunate, and I happened to see the eagles grab orcs and throw them off a cliff, smashing those dark monsters into pieces..." Aragorn said excitedly, but then a cold mountain wind blew and he sneezed.

The temperature on the snow-capped mountains is very different from that on the plains, especially as you go higher and it gets colder.

Aragorn's simple leather armor was obviously not very resistant to the cold, but when he saw that Mike next to him was also dressed very lightly but was not afraid of the cold, this "big guy" immediately resisted the urge to wipe his nose.

I have to say, we're still young.

Mike noticed Aragorn's condition, shook his head, and said nothing. The other man possessed the blood of a human emperor and was no ordinary person; even if the weather were colder, he wouldn't be a problem, at most just a minor cold.

"This is no place for a human to live. How much longer do we have to walk..."

"Just bear with it a little longer, they should encounter the snow ogres soon. Do you really want to miss out on this great show..."

"...I really wish I had some hot soup to warm me up, this awful weather is so cold..."

"I have some wine here, would you like some? One gold coin..."

The makeshift observation group of rangers behind them, eager to catch up and see the show, were also dressed very lightly and were not as resistant to the cold as Aragorn.

At this moment, a cold wind blowing from the mountainside caused these people to sneeze repeatedly, and some even had shiny crystals hanging from their noses.

There was only one road on the snow-capped mountain, and Aragorn quickly noticed the situation of the crowd behind him.

Seeing the terrible state of the other group, Aragorn suddenly felt less cold.

After enduring the cold and climbing the snow-covered mountain for half a day, Mike and Aragorn finally arrived at a flat ice field at the foot of the mountain peak.

The low temperature at high altitude caused fine snowflakes to fall from the sky, and Aragon's eyebrows and hair were already covered with a layer of ice crystals.

The harsh weather deterred the lone wolf from pushing himself any further, and he took a cotton coat from Mike halfway through the journey and wrapped it around himself.

Compared to the group of rangers who had followed to watch the show and were now huddled together for warmth, yet still shivering, Aragorn was in a much better situation.

"Humans' instinct to watch the excitement is indeed powerful." Mike, hiding behind a small snowdrift, turned to look at the rangers who were lying in the snow, almost frozen to death, but still chose to follow along to watch the show, and shook his head speechlessly.

“They brought this on themselves…” Aragorn, who was used to traveling alone, didn’t care much about the rangers behind him.

He was the first to look away, gazing at the icy plains ahead, and said, "Six snow ogres... how are you going to deal with them? Should I lure one over for you...?"

Yes, the snow-covered plain beneath the snow-capped mountain peak ahead is the lair of the snow ogre, where six snow ogre of different shapes are sleeping.

They have skin as white as solid ice, and most of them are over ten meters long. Only two are slightly smaller, but both are still over eight meters long.

Such a huge group of monsters is very intimidating even from a distance.

"No need, I'll just go and wipe them out." Mike observed the snow ogres and found that they were indeed two or three times stronger than the woodland ogres, and they were also social animals.

For most people, escaping from these creatures would be extremely difficult.

But for the powerful Mike, it was nothing special.

“This is no time for jokes. How are you going to deal with them? You didn’t even bring any weapons…” In Aragorn’s mind, even if Mike was strong, he had his limits, and besides, the other side seemed to be unprepared.

"Maybe we should just give up. There's no need for us to fight these monsters to the death." Seeing the earth-shaking scene when the snow ogre accidentally rolled over, Aragorn had the idea of ​​retreating.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing~" Mike smiled, then walked towards the six snow ogres.

In his view, this was the stage for him to make a name for himself; how could he reap the power of faith in Middle-earth if he didn't become a "legend"?

“Wait, at least bring a weapon…” Aragorn stood up and threw the sword in his hand to Mike.

As a descendant of the Noldor kings, raised by the Noldor elves since childhood, Aragorn was greatly favored by Elrond. Therefore, when he left the Golden Forest, Elrond gifted him this sword forged by the Noldor elves.

It traced an arc through the air, and as the Noldor sword landed in Mike's hands, it instantly emitted a buzzing sound.

The sword possessed a spirit, and after this magical sword was drawn, it burst forth with a dazzling silver-white light.

The commotion naturally attracted the attention of the six snow ogres.

Upon seeing the invasion of an enemy, a snow ogre with a thick upper body charged at Mike on all fours like a rhinoceros.

The remaining five snow ogres, some wielding solid ice weapons and others relying on their bizarre shapes, surrounded Mike together.

The commotion caused by the six snow ogres shook the snow off the mountain peak.

On the other side, Mike, like an elegant bullfighter, lightly touched the snow ogre's head with his toes as it charged, leaped into the air, and then completed a 360-degree front flip in the air.

At the same time, the elven sword in his hand, leaving afterimages, pierced the back of the neck of the snow ogre below, leaving specks of blood.

Then, as he landed gracefully, Mike swept his sword across the ground once more, drawing out two sprays of blood and successfully shattering a snow ogre's icy weapon.

"Boom...bang..."

With a muffled thud, the two snow ogres, their throats slashed, knelt on the ground, clutching their necks.

At the same time, the snow ogre that charged out like a rhinoceros also went silent after leaving a long skid mark on the snow.

In a mere instant, three snow ogres lost their lives.

"How is this possible? That's a sword technique that no human could possibly possess..." Aragorn stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the scene on the plain.

It was only then that he realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts of comparing himself to others had been.

"As expected of the [Ogre Slayer], he's incredibly strong..."

"To witness this scene, even freezing to death would be worth it!!!"

"I could brag about what I saw and heard today for the rest of my life..."

……

The members of the observation group at the rear were so excited when they discovered that Mike could actually kill the snow ogre.

They rushed forward, shouting and yelling, wanting to get a better look at the battle in the distance.

In any case, from today onwards, when they go to the tavern, they will no longer have to worry about not having anything to brag about.

"Ogre Slayer? That title really haunts us..." With Mike's five senses, he could naturally hear what the rangers were saying.

But that's exactly what he wanted. He needed these people to spread their "legendary" experiences so that he could gain the power of faith.

Just as Mike was preparing to deliver a spectacular death to the remaining three snow ogres, the sound of birdsong suddenly came from the mountaintop.

A giant eagle appeared.

Dozens of giant eagles with wingspans exceeding twenty meters circled twice in the sky before three of them swooped down.

Its steel-like claws seized three snow trolls that were trying to escape, and then threw them into the abyss.

Needless to say, the fate of these three snow ogres was to be smashed into mincemeat.

"唳~"

After completing their mission, the two larger eagles flew back to their flock. Only the slightly smaller eagle suddenly came up above Mike's head and started circling.

Like a mischievous child...

Chapter 599 Heading South

"Hi, little one, what's your name?"

Mike wasn't angry that the heads of the remaining three snow ogres had been "stolen." Instead, he pulled out a bag of jerky from his pocket and beckoned to the giant eagle above him.

Strictly speaking, the giant eagle is also a Maiar (demigod). Building a good relationship with this mysterious creature will make Mike's fame in Middle-earth rise even faster.

"Chirp...chirp..."

The mischievous fledgling eagle landed on the ground, swallowed the jerky, and then affectionately rubbed its head against Mike's palm.

It's clear that it really likes Mike's "scent," or rather, its animal affinity traits are at play.

"So your name is Guan He, and that Eagle King Zorondo is your father?" Mike asked with interest.

Legend has it that Zorondo, the king of eagles, had a golden beak. And the young eagle before us also has a ring of golden markings around its beak.

It is obvious that it has the bloodline of the Eagle King.

"Chirp...chirp..."

The fledgling eagle nodded humanely, acknowledging Mike's statement.

Like the Rosgobert rabbit, the giant eagle, though an intelligent being, cannot speak human language.

Fortunately, Mike has an animal affinity ability, which allows him to communicate with animals without any problems.

Just then, a magnificent giant eagle with a golden beak flew out from the flock of giant eagles above and called out twice to the fledgling eagles below.

It's like a parent urging a naughty child to go home.