Spot the enemy!

As soon as they received this information, the team of trolls, who were still struggling to trek 70 miles behind, immediately sped up.

Grass-green figures whistling through the dense jungle, running at a high speed, disturbing the entire jungle with panic. The jungle creatures, carnivores and herbivores, clenched their tails and hid in their nests, whining and trembling, and none of them dared to come out to inquire about the situation.

With a clear objective, the movement speed of the Troll Legion is also extremely impressive!

In less than half an hour, the troll leaders who led the way came to a glade and met the troll hunter covered in yellow-green smoke.

The other party was already a little dying at the moment, lying on a withered yellow grass, his body was clumped, and he couldn't stop coughing violently. And the purple-black plasma it coughed up, whether it fell on the verdant grass or the lush shrubs, a thick cloud of smoke would rise.

The surrounding plants began to wither and wither at a rate visible to the naked eye after coming into contact with this cloud of smoke.

Seeing this, several troll leaders couldn't help but retreat one after another.

A particularly tall and strong troll came out and shouted, "Go and ask Master Sanger!"

A few troll warriors next to him received the order and turned into the jungle.

It wasn't long before the sound of shrub branches snapping and breaking continued, and a small, frail old man like a human old man appeared in front of everyone.

Compared to the other trolls, Master Sanger was too thin and thin, his body was severely crumb, and he was on a black wooden staff taller than himself. The canehead was adorned with strange ornaments, including animal teeth, polished stones, but more often miniature creature skulls soaked in herbs.

Master Sanger is a second-order witch doctor, and his long-term exposure to various highly toxic substances has also caused his physique to be reduced extremely severely. It was wrapped in an old, rudimentary animal skin robe, and its exposed chest and face were covered in strange patterns of indigo paint.

As soon as he arrived at the scene, Master Sanger's eyes were attracted by the swirling poisonous cloud.

"You all stand back and be careful not to touch the smoke. They are all impregnated with terrible poison......"

"Master Sanger, do you think these toxins can be removed?" The leader of the troll team is an unusually strong Tier 3 hunter. It stands to reason that it is of a higher rank than the old witch doctor, and should be able to give it orders directly.

It's a pity that in the country of trolls, due to the scarcity of spellcasters, the witch doctor who has mastered a few elemental spells and poisoning abilities has become a sweet and sweet spot, and he must be courteous to the top wherever he goes.

Therefore, a Tier 3 Troll Hunter should also be polite to a Tier 2 Witch Doctor!

"I'll give it a try!" the Sanger Witch Doctor frowned, "The toxins used by the enemy are aliens we've never seen before. They are not extracted from plant sap or animal venom glands, but ...... It's a terrible creature of the smallest kind......"

"Living creatures, master, are you saying that these poisonous clouds are alive?" the troll leaders were stunned when they heard this, and their faces were full of disbelief.

"Yes, these things that look like smoke are actually made up of swarms of tiny poisonous insects, which is why they are extremely difficult. With that, the Sanghor witch doctor took out a musk-like pine branch and lit it, and the faint smoke that wafted out immediately drove those yellow-green poisonous clouds into the distance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Sange witch doctor stooped over to the troll hunter who had been infected with the 'evil disease', and took some pungent grass cakes and black poisonous scorpions from the clay pot around his waist and put them in his mouth and chewed them.

The carapace shattered, black blood overflowing.

The Sanger Witch Doctor spat out the sticky paste formed by chewing the scorpion and grass cake, dipped his hand in it, and began to draw a strange pattern on the Troll Hunter's forehead. This runic form looks from a distance, with a circle on the outside, an inverted triangle on the inside, and a strange eye-shaped pattern in the center of the triangle.

Strange to say, as soon as this strange rune was drawn, it lit up with dazzling fluorescence, lighting up every line and pattern. The fluorescent glow seemed to have an eerie heat, burning the Troll Hunter's skin, and the lines and runes began to slowly sink downward, as if etched into its skull.

The dying Troll Hunter Gunder hissed and jumped up from the ground, tilted his head and opened his mouth wide as terrifying poisonous clouds erupted from within. It took a dozen fingers for the cloud of smoke to thin out a little, and gradually fade in color.

After another seven or eight fingers, Gangde, who had spewed out all the toxins, trembled and fell softly.

Although its breath is still weak, its vitality is slowly rising.

"Saved......"

"Great!"

Several troll leaders had happy expressions on their faces at the same time, and they all nodded to the Sanger Witch Doctor in thanks.

"Take it down and recuperate!The toxins are hard to recover from in the short term, and it needs some rest before it can continue fighting!" the Sanger Witch Doctor commanded in a low voice, and several troll warriors stepped forward to lift Steel, sending it to the rear.

Unlike the smiling faces of several troll leaders, the Sanger Witch Doctor did not have a smile on his face.

It was a terrifying toxin it had never seen before, and a hint of magic could be faintly felt in it. If the invaders can easily cast it on a large scale, with its poison removal method, I am afraid that it will not be able to protect the entire army of trolls at all.

However, just as the Sanger Witch Doctor was worried, the shouts of the troll hunters suddenly came from the jungle in the distance.

They're catching up with the enemy!

Troll warriors weave their way through the jungle at high speed, letting out a variety of eerie howls that are disturbing and sniping from a distance with their precise spear throws.

In front of them, a dozen vampires in the form of blood-colored bats scurried through the forest, desperately dodging the terrifying spears of death. It's a pity that no matter how crazy they are, the number of troll warriors chasing after them is also increasing.

Puff puff......

The spears were like black lightning that wrenched the trees, shrubs, and rattans into pieces, and green juice flew all over the sky. A few blood-red bats that couldn't dodge were nailed to the trunk of the tree, still twisting and struggling wildly.

So, more spears and pikes flew over and dressed them into pitiful skewers.

After a puff of blood-colored smoke, the dead blood-red bats reverted back to their human form, revealing their true colors.

Green skin, hideous and vicious faces, terrifying fangs, and bizarre patterns all over the body......

The troll warriors cursed, and they could tell that the dead bats had been their companions as well. I just don't know what methods and means those hateful enemies used to transform them into the ugly appearance they are now.

"Pursuit...... Scatter the pursuit...... These intruders cannot be allowed to escape......"

The low, hoarse roar of the troll leader echoed through the jungle, echoed by the howls of dozens of companions.

The fierce and elite troll warriors followed the few remaining blood-red bats and quickly burst into a small basin.

Here, the strange howls of troll warriors can be heard from all over the jungle.

Judging by the sounds, they have managed to contain the enemy in the basin.

However, how did they know that at the top of a cliff jutting out above the forest sea more than a dozen miles away, Mary, Soros, the poisonous spirit Remy, and many other vampires were entrenched here, watching the battlefield from afar.

"The enemy is already in ambush!Remy, it's up to you......" Mary nodded at the poisonous spirit Remy, who immediately laughed cruelly.

Remy slapped his mount, and the giant poison dart frog took a few steps forward. It stood on top of its back, its hands outstretched, and let out a silent howl towards the jungle in the distance.

A strange sound wave traveled ten miles and began to echo above the basin battlefield.

In the middle of the jungle, teams of troll warriors pulled away, spears held high, and carefully searched the basin. At the slightest hint of wind and grass in the vicinity, their spears and pikes rain down.

With their strength and precision, no prey can escape their hunt and pursuit!

At the edge of a bush, a small group of troll warriors had just searched through it when a small hole cracked silently in the ground they walked, and a faint puff of yellow smoke wafted from it.

The yellow smoke was not thick, and it was almost imperceptible in the mist between the jungles.

There are hundreds of such plague outlets throughout the basin jungle, each of which is laid out in the bushes or at the base of a tree.

There is no wind in the basin.

Pale yellow poisonous clouds swirled around the forest, and they were inconspicuous at first. But as they began to thicken, some trolls noticed that something was wrong.

A troll warrior stabbed out with a spear, piercing through the bark of the tall ancient tree in front of him, and picking out a large maggot with a fat body like a large maggot, spitting out a yellow poisonous mist from a small tree hole.

When the troll warrior picked the insect in front of him to take a closer look, it was inadvertently contaminated with a trace of that yellow poisonous mist, and it immediately felt dizzy, and its whole hands and feet were a little sore.

"Trap...... It's a trap! Retreat, retreat!"

In the next second, the troll warrior's terrified roar resounded throughout the jungle.

Unfortunately, they found out too late!

At some point, the entire basin was completely enveloped in a terrible poisonous cloud.

The sound of trolls coughing violently could be heard all over the jungle.

"Exit and go...... Retreat outside the basin!" the troll leader roared at his throat.

Under its command, the troll warriors who rushed into the basin scrambled to escape.

It's just a pity that every troll warrior who escapes the basin is surrounded by a terrifying cloud of poison that lingers. As soon as several of the poisoned troll warriors rushed out, they grabbed their necks with both hands and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

The trolls' vitality is indeed tough enough, and their bodies are strong enough. It's a pity that in the face of a terrifying plague planted by a third-order poison spirit himself, they still can't withstand it.

For a while, the woodland was full of poor figures who were screaming in pain and rolling all over the ground......