Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

There is a monster called Troll.

A monster classified as a subrace (demi-human), but powerful in contrast to goblins, oaks, etc., the monster rank would be rated C.

This would be a rating comparable to that of the oak road species.

The troll is about three meters tall if it is upright, but because it often lives in a hole warehouse, the forward bending posture is normal and he walks unusually long arms that are likely to strain to the ground.

In addition to the dangers, sharp nails and fangs, and unusual vitality created by that giant, this monster, with such a rough ability to regenerate that it plays quickly if it is slightly scratched, becomes a strength of whether or not it can be punched in bundles in a deceptive adventurer.

Now there were two of those trolls, taking them together and walking in the cave.

The cave is relatively large, with elevated ceilings, and can pass fine if it is the usual figure with a bowed back even on giant trolls.

The brothers of the two trolls move forward and backward through the cave.

Its purpose is to find the prey that will serve as their food.

Their eyes, which had not originally been on prey for some time on top of not being very intelligent, were precisely that of a hungry beast.

"─ Ugga?

That's when my brother Troll, who was walking in front, stopped.

Suddenly, his brother Troll behind him hits his nose on the back of his brother Troll to raise a complaint.

But his brother Troll scowls at his brother Troll, looking down the road.

My brother Troll raised his joy when he saw the sight there when he only took his neck out of his brother's side and looked ahead.

At the end of the cave, where the two trolls walked, was an extremely large underground space that had become a rind bowl.

The vastness of it is such that it may also be possible to make it a habitat for dragons.

But the trolls were not happy because they found a cozy place to live.

It will satisfy their hunger there, because they have found a flock of prey.

It was a bunch of rockworms.

A giant mite or a potato worm is whispering.

That number, thirty bodies would be crap even if they counted all the time.

Just technically, it looks like a toddler, not a rockworm adult.

They are roughly two to three meters long and about half the size compared to adults.

It should also be noted that Rockworm adults are not sufficiently sublime opponents to be considered mere prey for trolls.

If it's one-on-one, it becomes an opponent who somehow triumphs over the end of a death fight.

But if it is a toddler of the figure to that extent, it will not be enough to take it.

Not too little meat, just the right prey.

Even with all that number, it would kick - at least, that's what Troll's brothers thought.

The place where Troll's brothers are now was a hole above the comparative of the rind-potted space.

For them to reach their prey, they must leave the cave and go down the ramp.

But there is no room for hesitation.

As Troll's brothers jumped out of the cave in exasperation, they rushed down the ramp.

But after a while.

My brother Troll, who was running down the ramp above the rind bowl trying to compete with his brother, sees something odd on the edge of his sight along the way.

The hole at the bottom of the bowl-shaped space - the same cave that the trolls came through, but even bigger than that - was hidden somewhat obscure.

It was shaped like bundling multiple rock worms and tying their roots together with strings.

Each rock worm bundled was about the size of an adult, but only one of the centers in a circular ring bundled was even bigger, as much as the other times in diameter.

And from the roots that were bound unto them were the likeness of a long tentacle.

Seeing the appearance, my brother Troll felt a zooky chill.

─ ─ Aleja, shit.

Hayakunigena Keleva.

But my older brother, Troll, was unaware of it, and he was obsessed with his prey, and he ran down the hill.

Tentacles stretched simultaneously from the cave.

It was quick and quickly entangled the hands and feet and torso of his brother Troll.

Brother Troll raises his voice of confusion and resists his tentacles.

Trolls are monstrous.

I can't restrain myself with a proper restraint.

But the tentacles are flexible and elastic, and there is no point in the troll moving and pulling his hands and feet.

Even if we use both hands to somehow pull one off, in the meantime, we get tangled by many more tentacles - and eventually the whole body gets tangled up in a chisel.

Soon after that, my brother Troll was restrained.

Even if each tentacle force is no match for the Troll's arm strength, if it is tightened simultaneously in numbers of twenty or thirty, even if it possesses some kind of power, it can no longer escape.

And a troll giant, weighing about as much as a horse, is lifted loosely by a multitude of entangled tentacles.

My brother Troll's body was drawn to his body by tentacles...

─ ─ Meki, Gusha, Bali, Boli!

His brother Troll, thrown into the large mouth of the central giant rockworm, was chewed up and desperate without being given any room for physical regeneration or anything else at all.

The body of his brother Troll, who thus became a corpse, was thrown out of the mouth of a giant rockworm and rolled to the ground.

Rockworm toddlers flock to the flesh of that corpse, and the troll is quickly invisible.

One brother Troll.

He wasn't watching the whole thing blurry.

As soon as my brother was caught by his tentacles, he was crawling up a bowl-shaped ramp and trying to escape from the spot.

But the ramp was unexpectedly tight if I tried to climb it, and there was something stuffy on the ground about whether it was Rockworm fluid again, and I couldn't crawl up well.

In such a panic, perhaps looking behind him, I could see my brother swarmed by the larvae of the rockworm.

My brother Troll is finally in a hurry to crawl up the bowl, but...

That's when Rockworm's father-in-law appearance crawled out of the cave.

It came up the ramp slowly, but surely...

─ ─ Shrew.

Tentacles reach out.

When the tentacle caught his brother Troll's foot, he was dragged down by one tentacle after another.

Thus did his brother Troll follow exactly the same fate as his brother.