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We sat silently watching the Ice Trolls. I constantly counted their numbers. It seemed there were far more than a few dozen. Over fifty of them were in this camp alone, and who knows if more were around.
"So there's around fifty, maybe almost sixty," I said. "I think we can handle that pretty decently."
"Yeah, probably," Mark nodded. "Especially with my flames and our weapons, we can do it."
"Hmm! I guess I'm joining then, let's get this over with…" Lily said. "Huh?"
"Help!"
"Someone…!"
"Ugh…"
However, as we were about to move, we heard screams from people. In the distance, small figures were inside cages, which one of the Ice Trolls was carrying.
Fairies with their wings cut off, Gnomes, and Brownies were crying and screaming as the Ice Trolls placed them close to their large bonfire. The trolls took out long sticks and grabbed one of them, a fairy girl whose wings had been torn off.
"Aaaahhh! No! No please…! I don't want to dieeee!"
