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The ugly troll, who was about two and a half meters tall, suddenly straightened up, and his thick-skinned head instantly flew the rubble roof into the sky along with nearly a dozen thick beams. It shook its shoulders and squeezed open the small hole, and the house that had been intact a few seconds ago collapsed with a bang, leaving only the broken walls.

Bricks that shook off the huge body flew down the street, smashing into the panicked crowd of people who fled with their heads in their hands.

Smoke and dust,

The figures of two male adventurers leapt from the rubble at the troll's feet, rolled twice on the rubble, and quickly climbed up, sliding against the sloping stone pavement of the street. The third male adventurer retreated and raised his shield to cover his two companions, and was then knocked away by the heavy broken log that the troll grabbed casually. He turned into a beautiful meteor in mid-air.

A scream echoed in the air for a long time, and another sentence "Shouldn't you be cut off, flying faster than the two of us?" was full of crying.

The spearman suddenly paused, turned around and threw the spear in his hand with all his might.

The tip of the gun pierced the collar of a child who was about to be injured by the rubble, causing the latter to fly sideways and escape with his life.

The troll roared and roared, holding half of the wall high above his head with both hands!

"Can't you throw it with a javelin, what a child!" Another female adventurer flew out of the smoke around the troll, she grasped the staff, circled and stopped flying, pointing at the ugly troll and quickly dancing her fingers and casting a spell.

Other!

Don't throw fireballs in the center of the market, little ancestor!—the two male adventurers below jumped high in a hurry and shouted. However, this concern was unfounded, and the female mage threw a "strong acid arrow" into the troll's left eye with unmistakable precision.

Heart-rending wails resounded throughout the market, and the troll fell to his knees with his hands over his face, crushing the second house. The cries of the innocent masses were no less than those of the trolls.

The female mage proudly folded her arms in the air and shouted, "What's the matter? I just have to use strong acid or fire to destroy this stupid big one." ”

"......No," the javelin retorted, holding his forehead, "You'd rather leave a spell slot to deal it a fatal blow!

The shield-raising adventurer, who had just been knocked away from afar, ran back with a snort and gave a thumbs up to his companions. I saw him leap up one by one, swinging the chain flail in his hand and smashing it down at the troll's head. With an unusually violent blow, he smashed the unusually large one to the ground and buried it in the rubble.

The flames and acid brutally corroded the troll's life, preventing it from healing itself as quickly as possible.

That's it!—two male adventurers high-five each other with delight.

On the three-story balcony of a luxurious villa a few hundred meters from the battle site, Viscount Polz leaned against a carved marble railing and shook the red wine in his hand. With a deep sigh, he took one last look at the screaming crowd in the market, the four adventurers, and the troll who had passed out in the ruins, and then said helplessly to the back room: "Look, dear lady Sylvana, this is the sorrow of adventurers—trouble follows wherever they go. ”

Well

From the chaise longue in the shadow of the room slowly stood a noble woman with her shoulders exposed and her blonde hair tied up high. Her blue and beautiful eyes could no longer remain calm, and she silently walked to the balcony, walked to the side of the Viscount of Polz, raised her hand, and filled the glass with red wine from the Viscount. She stared at the female mage flying in mid-air and muttered in a low voice, "At least in my town, no adventurers are allowed. ”

The flamboyant, arrogant, and conceited little girl film is simply too much of an eyesore for Sylvana. She is in her thirties, and if she sees adventurers often, I am afraid that she will add a few more wrinkles.

took a sip,

Sylvana elegantly sprinkled the glass of wine under the balcony. She flicked her long hair and said to Viscount Polz in a resolute tone: "Check what those adventurers are called, and then get rid of them." ”

"Rachel! be careful!" the javelin-thrower suddenly shouted!

The troll was badly wounded, his face burned by acid, and a pit in the roof of his head, but he still struggled to get up. It was already mad, and the first thing it did when it got up was to immediately kick a very thick pillar on the ground. Liang Zhu impartially rushed towards the female mage flying in mid-air!

With a bang, the female mage hugged her head and shrank back.

The flying spell was new to her, and she was not able to move at high speeds in the first place, but now she was not practiced enough, so she could only close her eyes and wait for death in the face of sudden and deadly attacks.

The pillar whirled in mid-air, miraculously brushing the ends of the female mage's hair and flying past.

"Lady Sylvana, be careful!" Viscount Polz flew to his stomach, only to find the lady beside him stunned, shouting so loudly, but it was too late!

With a bang, Sylvana was slammed into the villa wall by the pillar, and her flesh and blood were blurred.

Viscount Polz threw away the red wine glass in his hand and shouted angrily at the guards and maids who rushed in when he heard the sound: "Fools, what are you doing in a daze! Go and get the best priest in town, and resurrect her no matter what the cost!"