"The Atalai trolls were banished en masse by the Gulabash Troll clan for their evil crimes in serving the Soul Reapers, but that didn't change the beliefs of these trolls, and the priests who served the Soul Reapers' Haka were called Hakalai, meaning Haka's servants, and they used the power of shadows and necromancy, and occasionally the evil sorcery inherited by the trolls, which was not an easy enemy to deal with. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Dick walked through the dim, damp temple corridors with torches held high, the green dragon Demitier and the werewolf Verinde following him, and after an unreminiscent, underwater journey, the three entered the dark temple.

Then Demitil was surprised to find that this paladin, who claimed to have never been here, knew much more about this dark temple than him, you know, Demitil has been stationed in this temple since he became an adult, and it has been more than 100 years ago.

However, given the lazy nature of the dragons, Demeter really hadn't wandered around this well-connected temple.

"Come with me, I know a shortcut that will lead to the gathering point of those Atalai trolls as quickly as possible!"

The paladin beckoned back, Demitil followed quickly, and Lady Verinde glanced back at the dark passage behind her with some fear, in the darkness, nothing could escape her green eyes, but the more so, the more frightened she became.

Of course, don't blame poor Lady Verinde, who was only a Luna priestess until she became a werewolf because of Dick, and although she also participated in military operations, most of the time, she stayed in the Temple of the Moon to pray or treat the wounded warriors.

Such an adventurous act of going into a dangerous place alone was something she had never experienced before.

In addition to timidity, the lady found that there was still a trace of joy for freedom in her heart!

"Luna is on top! I think I must be crazy!"

Verinde muttered to herself, and then quickly followed Dick and Demytil, who were already staggering ahead, and although the luna scythe gave her a power that she could not have imagined, it was clear that Lady Verinder had not been able to adapt to the changes in her body other than the utter loss of her mind when she was cornered by the Black Knights.

This has to be said, it is a pity!

At least Dick knows that the real high-level werewolves can still fight with a clear mind when they are dominated by wild rage, and the werewolves in that state have the hunting instinct in their blood has been raised to the limit, and even the body's self-healing power will be extremely improved, and it is said that there is a bonus to fighting in the moonlight, which is simply a bloody battlefield butcher, and even the most violent demons will choose to retreat.

Yes, in the game, Dick has seen high-level werewolves at work more than once, and it was like a bloody nightmare.

Dick looked back at Lady Velinde, who was cowering and her tail straight, and he felt that he seemed to have picked up a fake werewolf, which was too timid.

And the worst thing is that the ignorant Lady Verinde may not know what is happening, but Dick knows that the moment he stabs the luna scythe into her heart, the fate of this cowardly werewolf is tied to himself.

And it is estimated that Verinde herself doesn't know what kind of power is contained in her petite body, in a state of madness, she can even easily repel-on, and her agility attribute has even reached the peak of the lord, this guy is not the same as Liadlin at the beginning, she was transformed and recognized by the artifact, so her innate attributes are much stronger than the High Elf lady.

But Dick knew that the current Verinde was not at all the opponent of Liadlin, who had broken through the lord, and the latter could even easily defeat the former with only 3 points of strength, without him, purely because of his mentality.

Soon, though, Dick didn't have time to worry about Verinde, for just as the three of them emerged from the rotting hallway, a large group of strange Attalai trolls were kneeling respectfully on the dirty ground, and a skinny troll in a green robe, holding his staff alof, and shouting chaotic prayers.

A struggling sturdy dragonman was tied up by vines and placed on a bloody altar, and in order to carry this behemoth to the altar, the trolls even used a dozen people, but the expressions of those trolls were dull, and there was not a single strand of the whole body, and even several people's bodies were mutilated.

"Damn! that's... That's Herunis!"

Dmitil's face was a little strange, and he seemed to want to rush out to save his companion, but he stopped abruptly, and this strange movement made Dick raise his eyebrows.

"What is this Herunis, what is it for? are you friends?"

"He's not my friend!"

Dmytil's delicate eyes narrowed, and his voice was lowered, "Thirty years ago, I came here from the Emerald Dream Realm with Herunis, but soon, the irascible Hrunis was exiled by Lord Illanikus because of a conflict with the Breakers who lived in seclusion in the northwest of the Swamp of Sorrows, and those Breaker profiteers deceived him, resulting in the slaughter of two entire villages by Heronis! ”

The green dragon looked at the Vault Dweller who was about to be sacrificed to the evil god, and a trace of reluctance and doubt flashed in his narrowed eyes,

"I haven't heard of Herunis in the past thirty years, but I heard from my compatriots that this guy has been operating in the Valley of Thorns and has established his own small force, I don't know why this guy came back, maybe he saw us down, and wanted to come back for revenge?"

"Do you want to save him?"

The paladin asked, the green dragon's ten fingers moving back and forth, obviously thinking, and he finally opened his eyes,

"Help, even though this guy is banished, I can't watch my compatriots get killed by lowly trolls!"

"Okay!"

Dick stretched out his finger and pressed it to his chest, "Look at me!"

The next moment, under the surprised gazes of Demitil and Verinde, the paladin's entire body disappeared into thin air.

Completely gone, not even a trace of breath could be felt, only the dusty ground, one footprint after another, proving that he was quietly walking towards the group of crazy trolls.

The concealment of the Shadow of the Leaves is unparalleled! This Naru Crystal can even make a city disappear, let alone a single person.

After entering the gray space, Dick removed the Bloodroar from his back, and with a flick of his finger on the blade of the axe, the golden fiery blade appeared on the blade, and the paladin walked lightly towards the Hakale Troll Priest who had grabbed the sacrificial knife, and he stood behind him, settling the Bloodroar in the easiest position to slash.

"The Soul Reaper is supreme!

The emaciated troll sacrificial body exuded a strange smell, he frantically chanted the name of the Soul Reager, and the recurved and hideous sacrificial knife in his hand was about to stab the most vulnerable abdomen of the Emerald Dragonman, and he was about to sacrifice a powerful dragonman to his god, and the great Hakka would surely be delighted, and then he would give himself unimaginable gifts and powers!

To hell with Gamaran the Prophet! Hakalai will lead him to defeat the green dragons who have fallen into chaos, and then take the faith of the Reachers back to the sun!

"Whoosh!"

The rhapsody wind that sounded from behind interrupted the rhapsody of the troll priest, and he only had time to spread his power throughout his body, and then he felt his perspective jump rapidly, and when the pathetic head hit the ground, the troll priest suddenly saw his headless body slowly fall, and the human standing behind his corpse, his whole body radiating golden light, and holding a wild battle axe.

Is this what death feels like?

The next moment, in front of his eyes, there was darkness!

Dick had already experienced it in the battle of Mount Hyjal in the battle of Hyjal, the strength of this troll sacrifice was too weak, in fact, if it weren't for the fact that the huge number of troll zombies infused with dark energy were commanded by this sacrifice as a whole, where would Dick still use this risky tactic.

The paladin completed the raid, his left hand and two fingers together, compressed holy energy erupted from his fingertips, and the vines with dark power wrapped around the dragonman's body were like gasoline, and the sparks that met the holy light began to burn.

Dick stepped out, the battle axe slashed, the holy light flail waved, swept away the chaotic rushing troll zombies, and the human form of Demitil also rushed out of hiding, wielding two green stabbing swords in his hands, and in the midst of the sword light, one troll zombie after another was swept away.

"Hey, damn stranger, you cut my scales, it's rude! But I still have to thank you for getting rid of all this disgusting minus first!"

The freed dragonman moved his arms savagely, and the tall and sturdy guy's dragon-shaped head showed a hideous smile, and he grabbed the arms of the two zombies casually, using the two unlucky ones as weapons, and swept left and right.

It can be seen that the troll must have poured some medicine into the dragonman, and his steps are a little vain, but there is no problem with self-preservation, and the troll zombies who have lost their command have no intelligence, so they can only rely on instinct to attack, and in Dick's slashing like arrows, they and Demitil quickly turned, and then jumped back into the narrow corridor.

Dick slashed down the wall of the exit with an axe, and Demitil opened his mouth and spewed out a green, corrosive dragon's breath, which was quickly blocked with the sound of collapse echoing through the corridor.

Troll zombies are the ones who have died once, so unless they have their heads cut off, these thick-skinned and dark-hardened guys can fight Dick and his party to the ground.

What they need most is time!

The paladin took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the werewolf lady Verinde, who was lying in the corner of the corridor, holding the sharp moon scythe and squatting with her head in defense, and couldn't help but shake her head, if this extremely agile guy could also join the battle, the three of them would definitely not be embarrassed to this extent, but, hey...

It is worth mentioning that there is also a corpse of a troll zombie in front of Vilinde, looking like that, it should have been cut into three pieces by the sharp scythe of the moon god, there is such a magic weapon, but the helpless owner is a coward, which is very embarrassing!

"Yo, look who this is! Demi, what's the matter? You're here to see my jokes, too? Just like you did when you chose to banish me because of a few lowly Breakers?"

After Heronis, the dragonman, escaped from the place of death, the moment he saw Demytil, he snorted coldly, this guy didn't know where to feel a purple crystal ball, sharp claws rubbed on it a few times, purple smoke rose up, enveloping the tall dragonman, and a few seconds later, a gloomy young man wearing a dark green cloak, carrying a bone spear, and a dwarven musket pinned to his waist appeared in front of several people.

He glanced back at Dick, who was relighting the torch, then at Demeter with disdain, and then said to the paladin,

"Hey, buddy, I think you guys are going to fight those disgusting trolls, how about me?"

The paladin snorted, lit a torch, pulled up his followers, then glanced back at the dragonman named Heronis, tilted his head and asked,

"Give me a reason!"

"Damn Jindu has put me along! My brothers are all dead here, and to tell you the truth, I and this group of trolls who deserve to go to hell also have some..."personal conflicts"!"

Heronis grinned with his white teeth, and Dick turned to look at the silent Dmytil, and finally nodded.

"Welcome to Dick's Death Squad, then, Mr. Dragonman!"

"Hey, I like your decisiveness, friend, by the way, call me Darth. ”