This trip was faster than the last time, and Gordon and his party didn't even have much rest, so they returned to the former battlefield with ease, but the current decay forest is a decaying forest in the sense of the word.

Withering, as if there was no trace of life, was the manifestation of the remaining monster legions after they retreated underground.

However, this is inevitable with the defeat of the desolate giant King Quest.

Because even the most stupid goblins and dwarfs know how to hide back in the dark regions.

Without Quest's protection, it would be difficult for evil creatures to survive in the Forest of Twilight.

Only the Demon Dark Region, which Yaling and good creatures dislike the most, can find their living space, and they don't have much heart to snatch the Demon Dark Region.

What they love most is to seal off the passage to the surface, and then there is no more.

So, when Gordon and his party officially stepped from the green embrace of the everlasting twilight forest to this withered, pale withered forest.

I walked for about ten minutes.

There were not a few monsters along the way, but the corpses of monsters bathed in the setting sun and the carnival of scavenging birds were quite a few.

The red-eyed scavengers, some of whom had come from hundreds of miles away, saw Gordon and the others coming.

They all jumped up from the bloody corpses and stood on the high branches of the dead wood, their blood-colored eyes looking at this strange group without turning their eyes.

There was also a strange sound not far away, corresponding to the chirping of scavenging birds.

"Ah~Gollum!

It was a small moan, and the direction of the sound came faintly from the depths of the jungle.

It also happens to be the direction in which Gordon and others are heading.

As Gordon and his party slowly deepened, they also saw the source of the sound in a clearing where the roots of rotten black soil trees could be seen everywhere.

A tall, lying humanoid, with brownish-black skin similar to the color of the earth, lay like a small hill, its unique pungent smell of blood and anxiety permeating the forest, and flames burning on its body.

It was a troll that wasn't dead yet, but it couldn't move, its powerful limbs, only half of its thighs still growing safely on its body, judging by the scorching wounds on its lower body, and the flames on its body, it was the result of a "powerful fireball".

Its hands with scythe-like nails were also severed and discarded at will, but its hands seemed to have been treated with special treatment, and instead of being able to move on their own, like the trolls in Gordon's memory, they lay languid on the wasteland, motionless.

"Underground trolls!"

Mirivia exclaimed at the same time when she saw the creature, there are many types of trolls.

They can even be said to be similar to those goblins who are everywhere.

Whether it's an ice field or a swamp? Forest? Even underwater, can you find their race? And their brutality is not reduced by half a point because of the change of environment? Violence is in their genes.

And the underground trolls are in the dark regions? Often acting as a mercenary for the Waste Giants, or as a guard? Of course? They also make cameo appearances as hunters, or robbers.

"I'm lucky, I'm not dead when I hit the fireball head-on!

Anru the Treant looked at the beast's face, the underground troll with four fangs with a disgusted gaze? The sound of the urn is the airway.

Are they? The Evil Forest of Twilight cannot be at peace, these monsters with a chaotic nature!

"Let's go, there's still some way to go in the Greenway Field, there's no need to delay here. ”

Priest Shuster also saw that it was only a matter of time before the troll would die under the burning flames, and he was not interested in spending any more time here.

Dilisha glanced at it and didn't look at it again? This ugly creature is filth in the eyes of the fairy dragon, if it is not necessary? They're all walking around.

"Kill me!

This underground troll named Zamprei also saw not far away, in the decaying forest? A strange squad, Treants? Faerie Dragon? Lin Jing? And its most hated Yaling.

It knew it was dying, so it just wanted to be free from the pain.

But how could the team be provoked by it, they all turned their heads one after another, and followed the path that could be vaguely seen on the ground, and walked towards the direction of the green path field.

However, the underground troll's shouting came to an abrupt halt at the second sound, and it was only then that the group realized that the molten dragon that had been following the end of the group was gone.

Dilisa turned her head to look and saw a huge black shadow, with the momentum of thunder, rushing directly in front of the wailing and moaning underground troll.

First, a claw slammed down, causing the underground troll to shut its mouth violently, and the long fangs broke into several pieces when they first touched the hard, hot (burning) claws.

Then, the dragon that looked down on it enveloped it like a shadow in the sky, so that it could not say anything else.

Even though Zampre was ready to die, when he saw the golden magma pouring out of the black dragon's mouth, he still wanted to twist his body to dodge.

It's still afraid of death!.

But a powerful giant claw held it down, making it impossible to move at all, facing the scorching heat of the magma, and this time the troll's powerful regeneration was even hotter in the magma, and it was difficult to inherit.

The subterranean troll was silent in the thick, hot lava, as if drowned.

At this time, Gordon easily opened his paws, turned his head and twisted his body, and returned to the team in one go, as light as picking a leaf.

But the fairy dragon Di Lisa actually said in a slightly regretful tone to Gordon who came forward.

"Gordon, wouldn't you let it live a little longer, its wail will be its atonement for the Forest of Twilight, and its sins have not been emptied yet!"

"The troll's death should be to let it die slowly, so that it can regret what it has done in its struggle!"

Anru echoed.

For the evil creatures that must die, they still prefer them to die in wailing, it is too cheap for them to die directly, although Yaling won this war, but the losses were equally heavy.

Gordon, on the other hand, disagreed, and said earnestly.

"Have you ever thought that this creature lives in the world for a second longer, and that this ugly thing, allowing it to breathe one more breath of the air of the Eternal Twilight Forest, will fill it with disgusting bad breath? ”

"Only dead trolls are good trolls! Empty talk torture has no effect, and it may increase the risk!"

After Gordon's explanation, everyone's eyes were different, including Xiuster, who didn't make a sound just now.

He watched the troll's body melt into the lava and said in agreement.

"Yes! Coraton is right, only dead trolls are good trolls!"

The team leader and pastor said so, and the others didn't say anything more, even if they felt a little sorry for it.

Especially Di Lisa, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

His crown is indeed worthy of believing in the true dragon king Bahamut, and the sense of justice is so strong.

In such a comparison, his character is not even as good as it! and even slightly ugly!

Not~

Is this the son of the dragon god?

The fairy dragon Dilisha flapped her dragon wings, looking left and right.

It looked at the molten dragon.

I found that I couldn't help it, and looked at this molten dragon that was younger than it in terms of age, but was far different from its kind in terms of knowledge and insight.

Gordon did not miss a trace of the talent light that belonged to the troll into his chest--- the color was not bad, it was actually silver.

By the time Gordon and the others reached their destination, the unicorn cavalry and centaur cavalry could be seen roaming in the distance, and the Yaling soldiers were also in the guarded Greenpath Field, or Quest's monster lair.

The fourth-order talent [Regeneration] is already firmly in its talent list.

......

In the distance, the Yaling Scouts, who were stationed in the monster's lair, also saw Gordon's group approaching.

Vigilant loud voice.

"What people!"