CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Impalemen

The troll prince didn't understand anything of what Caesar was saying, so he just continued mindlessly charging in his direction. He swung his axe horizontally and couldn't help but smile with disdain whilst looking at Caesar. He felt as though the man in front of him was all bark and no bite.

The axe wafted up a strong wind as it swung towards Caesar, fluttering his clothes and long hair, however, Caesar's expression didn't contort in the slightest. Instead, his eyes squinted as he reached for his belt and pulled out an inconspicuous dagger.

Using his past experience when training with Musas.h.i.+, he coated the blade in his rich mana and easily deflected the troll princes axe, sending him back a few inches from the sheer force. He then proceeded to take a step forward, and before the troll could even react, he kicked him in the knee.

Crack! A loud cracking sound resounded throughout the forest and a scream sounded soon after. The obnoxious wailing nearly blew out Caesar's eardrums before he kicked the troll prince in the abdomen and shut him up.

Caesar, by no means, held anything back. The troll prince arced through the air and hit a thick tree stump. His mouth started foaming and his eyes rolled back, effectively entering into an unconscious state.

Once that was complete, Caesar used his ice magic to dowse the nearby flames… he didn't want to start a forest fire after all. His calm and composed figure shocked the nearby soldiers and they couldn't help but admire him even more. He took out the troll prince with a mere dagger, within seconds at that.

To Caesar, however, this was not a shocking feat. The troll princes strength was roughly on par with a clan head, let alone being his equal, who defeated 13 clan heads at once. As such, this outcome had been long expected by Caesar.

The only two that Caesar fretted about was the troll king and the mysterious helper behind him. Musas.h.i.+ had once stated that the troll king was on par with himself, causing Caesar to dread him. Caesar knew better than anyone how strong Musas.h.i.+ truly was.

Thinking to here, Caesar raised his head and inspected the heavily breathing Akari. She was still shocked by the outcome and didn't expect Caesar to come and help her. Apprehension, fear, happiness, and even embarra.s.sment flashed across her face before she finally bowed, "thank you!" she said loudly, garnering the attention of all those present.

"There is no need for your thanks, saving citizens, warriors, and allies is the duty of a king. Being praised for merely completing my job is quite distasteful" Caesar replied humbly and gestured to the many burnt and injured trolls.

"Thank yourselves for accomplis.h.i.+ng such a feat… this would not have been possible without your guys' a.s.sistance. Unfortunately, our task is not yet complete, we must first confirm the kills before celebrating" Caesar praised the soldiers and started to cut the fallen trolls at the neck.

Caesar was not someone who condoned doing things sloppily, as such, any survivors would be unacceptable. Following his lead, the many women and men started to check each and every burnt body on the ground. Some squirmed when pierced, others screamed, but they made sure none of them would be capable of opening their eyes once again.

Since the trolls were very disrespectful to all races of women alike, they held a special hatred for them. This caused the many women to relish in the feeling of killing the trolls. To them, It felt as though the hunted finally became the hunters.

Caesar didn't pay this much mind, in fact, this was one of the main reasons he brought the women along. If there was anything he had learned in his long and grand life, it was that h.e.l.l hath no fury, like a woman's scorn.

Once this was done, Caesar clapped his hands and gathered everyone. The crown atop his head seemed to glisten even brighter than normal, unfortunately, his current attire didn't match the crown, thus, he looked somewhat goofy from the neck down.

As if he didn't know how laughable his current appearance was, he gave stern orders, "Akari, I want you to lead your troops to point A, inform them that I'll be there tomorrow at dusk" Caesar ordered.

"Where will you be going?" Akari nodded in consent and asked.

"I'll be putting my plans into motion, you'll see soon… also, send one of your most trusted soldiers to point B, and inform them to stay put until I arrive" Caesar ordered and walked towards the currently unconscious troll prince.

Akari looked at Caesar's departing back and nodded solemnly, she then ordered her men to pack up their things and leave. According to her knowledge and memory, point A was simply three hundred meters west of the troll stronghold. It was a large lake where some dangerous monsters lurked, as such, no clans or hunting groups treaded there.

As for point B, Akari tapped her chin whilst trying to relocate her memory. She remembered that Caesar briefed them of a location somewhat close to the troll stronghold… It was somewhere that the kobolds once mined, a large cavern only about 80 meters away from the troll's northern gate.

Thinking to here, Akari explained to her best friend, and right-hand man, where Point B was located, and then set off. Leaving Caesar alone with the troll prince.

Caesar broke off two long and sharp pieces of wood from a nearby tree and approached the troll prince, they looked similar to wooden stakes. He stripped the strange clothes that the troll adorned and laid his bare body on the ground.

He made sure the trolls belly was on the ground as Caesar took out one of his small daggers and slightly slit him open at the r.e.c.t.u.m. He then used a paste he had taken from Musas.h.i.+ to stop the bleeding and then proceeded to do the same thing to the unconscious old man that had spotted him at the beginning.

Fortunately, both of them didn't awake, and he heaved them over his shoulders and rushed towards the troll stronghold at his quickest speeds. He made sure to occasionally check the two sc.u.m on his shoulder, and after a few hours, the large gates finally appeared in his line of sight.

He threw the troll prince and old troll to the ground and grabbed both of his wooden stakes, he once again put the troll prince on his belly and slid the wooden stake through the man's behind and central ma.s.s. It followed down the spine and he was careful as to not puncture a vital organ.

The abrupt pain immediately awoke the troll prince and he wailed like a dying dog… his sobs echoed throughout the area and even scared the trolls guarding the walls. Fortunately, it was quite dark out, and Caesar's figure could not be seen.

Caesar then planted the impaled troll prince into the ground and repeated his actions with the elder troll. Both of them sobbed wildly, but each time they moved, the stake would impale deeper.

This was a torture method invented in the early middle ages back in Caesar's past life. It was used by the famed Vlad the impaler in eastern Europe, which made those in a few thousand-mile radii fear him. Caesar was a man who deemed that those who didn't study history, were like those without eyes or ears. As such, he remembered this famous story from his past life.

After executing the torture method with perfection, Caesar smiled widely and left a little note on top of the troll prince. He then chuckled and left both of them. He felt it was quite ironic that the troll prince who indulged in r*pe, ended up dying in a similar fas.h.i.+on.

Dying in such a way would certainly enrage the troll king, not to mention his dignity. It was akin to a huge slap onto the troll king's face. Even Caesar was curious as to what he would do when he saw his son outside the gates, impaled up the r.e.c.t.u.m.

When recalling the words he left on his note, Caesar's smiled grew as he quickened his pace. The first step to his plan was complete, and now he just needed the troll king to dance atop his palm.