When: Blackgate 2/8/23 / Location: Hinterland Forest

Abby and Bold charged forward, the elf neatly cut down a troll with a few ice blades flying in the air, Bold clumsily dragged the iron lock more than twenty meters long, and accurately threw the iron spearhead towards an ancient tree, he dragged the bottom of the iron chain, paced a few steps quickly on two short legs, and began to circle around the tree, as the radius of the chain became shorter and shorter, his feet actually left the ground at the end, and the meteor caught himself in the air like a moon, and those trolls who couldn't dodge were knocked into the air, after all, the weight of the meat ball bomb itself had reached more than a thousand pounds, even if they didn't fall to their deaths from the height, the impact force they received at that time was enough for them to suffer heavy damage。 Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

These two bastards simply fell on deaf ears to my words, but luckily the trolls have the ability to heal quickly. But no matter how fast the healing is, it is impossible to get up from the state of comminuted fractures all over the body immediately.

The strong offensive of the two made it easy for me to come to a high ground. I paused and looked out over the unusually chaotic battlefield, which was populated not only by dwarves and trolls, but also by humans, elves, minotaurs, ogres, and more. I can see all of this, but in the rear of the troll army, there is another group of trolls in uniform purple uniforms attacking the trolls in yellow clothes.

The yellow trolls who were hit on both sides were outnumbered, like a large piece of fat wrapped in two thin slices of pancake. Actually, as far as I'm concerned, it's not hard to tell the difference between enemies and allies, because deadwood trolls like to wear yellow, so they can see good and evil at a glance.

The sound of the Deadwood's war drums suddenly came from far and near, smashing into everyone's ears. With the sound of heart-stirring drums, five Hinterland tigers rushed into the battlefield from the flanks, their heads with halters, and the tangled ropes dragged their master's foal, on which they carried a movable altar, shaped like a pyramid, and at the top of the tower stood a gorgeously dressed middle-aged female troll, she had red hair, the expression on her face was resolute and sad, her two delicate fangs were exposed, she was wearing a blue and green sleeveless sacrificial dress, the horizontal and vertical lines posed a lot of small checkered on the clothes, the bare arms were embroidered with tattoos, and the dust trampled by the rebels blurred everyone's visionI could only vaguely tell that there was a wind snake in her tattoo.

Everywhere the chariot went, dwarves and trolls who couldn't dodge were beheaded and cut in half. The mangled corpses were rolled under the wheels and carved into the ground, forming a path of blood.

The thief captures the king first, and I was about to call Abby and Daring, but they are gone. I had to go alone, and suddenly a group of trolls came from below the high ground, and it seemed that I had no choice but to fight back.

After a while, they surrounded me in the middle.

"I chanted hymns and words from my heart, and released the light that covered all things from my hands.

I waved my hand softly, and the gold refracted back and forth between the snow, and a large mass of trolls were blinded by me, rolling on the ground in pain. I don't have the time to care about them, and I have to subdue the high priest on that chariot. But the trolls had delayed me, and the chariot was getting farther and farther away from me, crashing into the rear of the dwarven warband.

The Deadwood Trolls are very cunning, and they have seen my fighting power and clearly see me as a threat. From the enemy line, one of the tallest creatures used his club to knock down the dwarves and trolls around him and charged at me. I subconsciously took a few steps back, this guy was so aggressive that he wanted to smash me flat, and picked up the big stick in his hand.

I still suffer from the lack of weapons to protect myself, and my hands are empty. Seeing that the stick was about to hit my head, a stone hammer was placed between my head and the stick. There was a loud bang in my ears, and both the troll and the man diagonally behind me were shocked to withdraw their weapons. I suddenly looked back and saw that it was a red-flushed ogre who had saved my life. I haven't seen much of this race before, except that they've all been brave and powerful. Most of them are honest and loyal. It's just that they are born with a lack of heart and eyes, so the bad guys they offend give them a terrifying and terrifying name - ogres.

The red guy shouted at the tall troll, "Let me be your opponent!"

The tall troll let out a shrill laugh that didn't match his image: "Hee-hee-hee! ”

This time, the half-naked ogre gave priority to the shot, he held the stone hammer with one arm, and did not shoot the backstab, the troll put the big stick horizontally, resisted the stabbing blow, and forcefully outward, trying to make a little distance, but who knew that it was empty, the ogre was just a false move, and he withdrew the hammer and turned his hand down, but there was a great flaw between the chest and abdomen.

The troll's eyes widened slightly, apparently seeing through the leak, and the big stick slashed sideways into the ribs of the big guy. If you were a bystander, you would definitely withdraw the hammer to parry, or dodge, but the ogre didn't dodge or dodge, and it was still the trick that split the mountains and rivers.

It was clearly a test of courage, as the trolls would have their heads smashed if they didn't pull their moves, and the ogre's ribs and guts would be shattered if they didn't change their minds. The winner of the two was revealed in less than a second, and the troll was the first to be frightened, barely pulling back the stick, rolling on the ground and rolling behind the ogre, dodging the stone hammer. I've wanted to help for a long time, but with two warriors fighting alone, even the ogres I'm helping will despise me if I intervene at this time.

But at this point the troll rolled up behind the ogre and took the lead, and instead of fearing the enemy behind him, the ogre glared at me angrily. I didn't dare to do it. Suddenly, the stick struck the ogre's leg, followed by the sound of bones shattering.

If you don't intervene, you have to intervene, the sinister troll is triumphant, but he doesn't notice the six-pointed star that suddenly appears on his chest, and in the dense snowflakes falling in the sky, he suddenly kills a galloping pillar of holy light.

It was all very fast, like a rabbit falling (a nod to Mr. King), and before the ogre's knee touched the ground, the troll warrior had been pressed into the ground by the pillar of light, and then burst into flames.

The ogre snorted at me, presumably complaining that I was ignorant. I helplessly spread my hands at him: "Flesh refining bones, bones and tendons, Heavenly Father God is at ease." The Holy Spirit is now in me, and flesh and blood are connected and no longer separated--[Blood Clotting Curse]"

When the first aid was done, I hurriedly looked around, but there was still no sign of Abby and Daring. I had to chase it alone in the direction that the giant tiger had run away. Trolls kept coming up and attacking me along the way, and I defeated some of them, while the rest were either shot by stray bullets or taken over by nearby allies such as dwarves, humans, elves, and so on.

As I was running, I suddenly felt a tightness in my neck, and I was strangled to the ground by something, and the inertia drove my body into the air, and I fell heavily to the ground. Then the thing around my neck was untied, and my head almost fell off, and I lay on the ground for a long time unable to move. Before I could get up, the blood stain on my right chest slowly soaked from under my clothes, then my left breast, thigh, and calf. But I didn't even see the enemy, and I didn't have any hidden weapons to hit me.

"Who is it, you come out for me!" my voice quickly melted into the shouts of killing, but the attacker heard it.

Attacker: "An undead?! I said how can you be so strong! If you were a living person, I would have been killed by you." ”

It was a troll who was following behind me, dressed in a withered yellow robe, with a small cloth bag tied around his waist, dark green hair, a large hooked nose in the middle of his face, a long face with a pointed chin, two small fangs slightly exposed, and a pair of eyes that showed vileness and a cold light. In this guy's hand he was holding a rag doll, coarse cloth sewn, buttons for its eyes, and its mouth was three forks sewn with black twine, and this doll had many small holes in its body, exactly the same location as the wounds on my body.

"You're a troll and a votokou?" My hobby was to soak in the library of Southsea Town, hiding from all that of reality except the Light. I've read a book about ancient trolls, and it clearly explains how a voodoo master casts spells through ragdolls and scarecrows, and their magic is a form of evil black magic, but if used wisely, it can also benefit the people.

Perhaps the sorcerer in front of me thought that it was impossible for me to leave alive, so he said proudly and unreservedly: "That's right, I am a voodoo master who serves the blood god Haka, and my name is [Yekia]. "When he appeared, I was on the ground with one hand and the other behind me, already holding the snake whip in my hand. While he was talking, I waved my hand violently, trying to whip the voodoo doll over, or knock it off.

But he wasn't as stupid as I thought, and the hand holding the doll moved back, and my snake whip was hooked.

Yekia put away half of his smile, and he stretched out his long index finger and swayed at me: "Tut-tut! so dishonest! With you, I'll have enough for 10,000 souls." The Lord is about to come to earth, and when that time comes... ”

In the moment of his arrogance, a rapidly running white object suddenly crashed into the voodoo master from behind, and Yekia was talking, and the impact made him bite his tongue, and the object could not stand. Planted headlong on him and crushed this guy underneath. A foul stench came, and the weight of the enormous weight squeezed Yekia's intestines out of the backyard. I was even more overwhelmed by the voodoo doll under Yekia's dead body.

"Great... Big... Gall bladder... Hurry up!"。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)

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