Chapter 221: Chapter 220: He Who Dwells In The Marshes

A mile away from the hometown of Amelia, the Titanic Green-Scaled Trollhound was slowly reforming its body. Currently, the only thing that it had regenerated was its head and neck area.

Its muscle tissues pulsated like the beating of a heart as it continued to reconstruct its missing body parts. If someone were to see this scene, they would think that it would perfectly fit the setting of a horror film.

"So there you are," William said as he approached the two-meter long head while riding on Ella's back. Behind him were over five-hundred Trolhounds that looked like little puppies that had lost their Master. These were the ones that didn't run away after the battle ended.