Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 93: Indomitable

*EXTRA LONG CHAP*

Heavy steps led into a massive open underground cove. It was dark, not a single bit of light in the entire room.

This was not the Oga Caverns, but rather, a cave deep in the mountains near the center of Star Island.

"Hmph," Dorhal grunted, his sneering look gazing slowly across the room before him.

’What an odd cave. It started off as a simple tunnel and led only to this room. I’ve never been to a cave that doesn’t have branches and split paths. This must be a troll-made cove.’ He thought to himself, certain now.

He walked forward, ’Absolute Indomitability!’ He roared within his head.

At once, his body shone in a white and red glow. It was enough to light up the entire room--albeit in a very light tone.

"Wake up, you buffoons!" Dorhal’s voice echoed through the entire chamber. It was rough, deep, and powerful. Enough to shake a human right to their bones.

Out of nowhere, orange flashes of light began flickering all around the cavern room. Oddly, however, the lights looked to be about twenty feet (six meters) above the ground all around.

Suddenly, the flashes of light all sparked up into large embers that reached about a human’s length in height.

The room was lit up, allowing Dorhal to scan the premises.

A smoothed ledge that was twenty feet high lined the walls. On top, dozens of trolls lay peacefully, sleeping as though they were on bunk beds.

Many trolls were already sitting up, having lit up their personal campfires.

Soon, all the trolls began to rise up and set their campfire aflame.

The trolls came in all types of shapes and sizes. Some were shorter, reaching about thirteen feet (four meters) in height. Their build was stumpy but sturdy.

Others were taller, some even reaching twenty feet (six meters) in height. Their build was usually more lanky, but they still had a small potbelly.

None of the trolls looked muscular. Far from it. They had bodies like an average human bum that never hit the gym and drank three beers a night.

Their skin had the texture of stone, their faces all ugly and unflattering.

They weren’t mangled up or anything, but if you saw a human that looked like them, you couldn’t help but think:

’Geez... poor guy.’

"Who comes to die!?" A troll roared, hopping down from the ledge and walking toward Dorhal.

He looked to be the smallest of the bunch, holding a large tree trunk beaten into a club for a weapon.

’So you’re the messenger, huh? Trolls don’t like any interaction with another living thing. They especially don’t like talking, so they delegate the task to one member. The order in which they choose who talks always depends on strength. So this guy must be the weakest out of the bunch.’ Dorhal thought, eyeing the troll that was now mere feet away from him.

"You call us bufoons!?" The troll yelled angrily, "What is that!? It better not mean anything bad!" The troll paused, growling lowly as if to seem scary.

All the other trolls, close to about fifty in numbers, stood and faced their fellow troll and the orc commander.

"Bufoon? It means you’re all some damn retarded imbeciles! Get it now!?" Dorhal cried with an intense look in his eyes.

For a second before the troll processed what Dorhal said, he was petrified momentarily with fear.

Dorhal swung his hand back and unsheathed his broadsword. Without delay, he reached forward and slashed his blade across the troll’s torso. His expression remained unchangingly fierce as the troll’s body fell before him.

He didn’t even cast a glance at the corpse, as though it was nothing more than furniture.

Instead, he looked up at the rest of the trolls on the ledges.

"Who dares defy me now!? Who dares to challenge my rule!? Come now... come and show me that you are more powerful!" Dorhal’s words boomed through the chamber like ripples during rain.

Several trolls growled with hostility, grinding their teeth and tightening their fists. Their feet moved forward, many attempting to lunge to prove their might.

"Stop!" A loud, grungy voice sounded from the very back of the chamber. Atop another, even taller ledge, a massive troll looked down at Dorhal with a sneer of condescension.

The trolls who were in the way of his vision made a clear path so that he could peer down at the orc.

"Challenge your rule? When it comes to rule by sheer power and strength, I am emperor! You have no rule to challenge, outsider!" The troll rose up, leaping down all the way onto the ground below where Dorhal stood.

They were now only about a hundred feet (thirty meters) away from each other.

The other orcs gasped slightly as they saw the orc jump all the way down. It had been a long time since anyone had challenged his rule.

This troll looked slightly different from the rest.

His body looked more developed. Not completely, but he didn’t look unhealthy.

He actually looked like an average-sized young adult, or even one who was slightly athletic.

His shoulders popped slightly, his arms and legs having a bit of development to them as well.

His stomach was totally flat. Not a single abdominal muscle on him, but not a hint of extra fat either.

He was twenty-one feet (6.4 meters) tall and held no weapon.

"My name is Bobo, almighty god of the troll race. Who are you?" The troll’s guttural voice cut through the air.

Dorhal didn’t reply. This entire time, in fact, he had been walking toward the troll.

He was now only about seventy feet (twenty-one meters) away from it.

"Hmph..." Bobo scoffed, breaking out into a full-blown sprint toward Dorhal. He clasped his hands together, forming a large combined fist and heaving it over his head like a cannonball ready to drop down.

Dorhal didn’t change his pace. He allowed the troll to approach.

It didn’t take long, since it only took Bobo a mere three strides to reach Dorhal. As soon as he arrived before the orc, he swung his fists down with all of his might.

A smile flashed over his face, "Hehaha! Die, grub!"

Dorhal didn’t move an inch. He simply looked up at the troll with an unimpressed gaze.

*BOOM*

The ground was left trembling as dust fell from the ceiling of the chamber. A force powerful enough to send a gust of wind throughout the cave was formed by the impact.

However, Dorhal did not lower. In fact, he hadn’t even moved an inch. Not even his head or neck had turned a millimeter from the pose they were in just a second ago.

"I am indomitable," Dorhal said with a calm poise. He didn’t need to be loud. His actions spoke for his strength and superiority.

All the trolls in the cavern gasped, looking forward with faces of shock and disbelief.

"How!?"

"He’s strong..."

"Who is he?"

"So powerful!"

Bobo’s smile turned into a frown. He took a few steps back, his face riddled with confusion.

Suddenly, his hands crumbled and turned into a rubble of stone before falling to the ground and scattering.

He looked at his hands and shrieked slightly with horror.

"What’s the matter, Bobo?" Dorhal said, his tone egotistic. He walked forward, his body glowing. His walk oozed raw confidence. "I thought you were a god? The strongest? Was it all in your head?"

Bobo panted, his breath shaky.

"This... can not be! My hands are made of the toughest rock. My power is that of the legendary trolls of ancient times! You can not defeat me!" Bobo screamed, seeming to have riled himself up. He ran forward, hurling a kick at Dorhal at full speed.

Dorhal caught the kick as if it were coming from a kid, ripping the troll’s leg off. He lunged up, slashing the troll’s head clean off before it could get out another word.

’Hmph... It’s a shame I had to kill such a powerful troll. He would have been a great asset to Lord Midas’s army.’ He thought.