In front of Hal was the nature of his world at its worst.
Corpses of hundreds of Orcs, Hobgoblins, and Trolls were scattered across the ground, some piled atop one another, mixed in with beast carcasses.
It seemed the beasts had indeed gathered here to feast on free meals.
Some had likely already returned to their lairs with a corpse or two in tow.
Others, perhaps too greedy, had joined the battle and ended up being slain themselves.
At the center of all the corpses stood a Forest Troll who towered above the rest of his kind, more than three meters tall with bulging muscles.
The monster wasn't moving.
Hal assumed that this creature, likely the trolls' leader, had fought hard to protect its territory, only to fall in the end.
Still, it was probably the last to fall, judging by the scene of utter carnage he was looking at.
This was why Hal felt he had used up his entire lifetime of luck after stumbling upon hundreds of untouched monster corpses.
