With a panicked roar bursting through the tavern's door, Moredi, Dorielle, and the rest of the team all turned their heads in unison, and saw a wild surface troll rampaging towards the place where everyone was, as the roar reminded them.

In particular, this monster slave with many slender limbs became extremely red the moment he saw the crow, and his murderous aura was almost turned into a sharp sword and stabbed in the face of Miss Poet!

It roared uncontrollably, shackles on the wrists of its hands and ankles on its feet, and immediately bared its teeth and claws, completely ignoring the crowd and directly slaying at the dark elves it had locked in its sight.

Noticing the monster slave's frenzied movements, the daftly hands immediately staggered and pulled out the twin knives at his waist, the one in his left hand was still a +1 enchanted generic item, and the main weapon in his right hand had been replaced with a +3 Flame Scimitar captured from the Necro Knight Karpath.

The knife came out of its sheath with a "poof", and the blazing flames immediately burned on the sharp curved blade with a trace of gloomy aura, and the bright light of the fire immediately stabbed many gray dwarf drinkers in the store to subconsciously turn their heads-

After all, in the world beneath the surface, whether it is a dark region or a hive labyrinth, "light" is a sensitive concept, and it is easy to blind those who have never stepped on the ground and seen the sun.

Moretti and Doriel reflexively raised their hands to protect their eyes, forgetting for a moment to deal with the troll monster that suddenly attacked everyone.

Trolls possess dark vision and are not afraid of light.

The monster slave, who was both large and slender, had no intention of stopping, and the roaring throat roared even more arrogantly after seeing the fire on the crow's knife, and then, in a wave of madness, he did not pay attention to the punch from the side of the body—

The punch clenched so vigorously that the electric sound of the magnetism seemed to grasp a furious thunderbolt and immediately slammed it firmly into its waist!

The adventurers of the Thorn Squad have experienced many battles, except for Belinlith, who has less actual combat experience, who was a little caught off guard for a short time, the rest of the team quickly made their own response plans when faced with the current sudden situation.

Naturally, Koto stood up the fortress shield on his left arm and stood beside his companion who needed protection. Almost at the same time, the casters of the three teams of Thea, Dorothy, and Abel raised their emblem bracelets, wooden staffs, and steel arms, and watched the situation to decide whether or not they wanted to cast the corresponding magic or spell.

As for Stonefist and Urs, the Orc Monk and the Young Men were originally attackers in the tactical positioning of the adventure team, with the difference being that Urs often played the role of the frontal attacker who charged into battle.

Stone Fist, on the other hand, is adept at cruising the flanks of the battlefield, and his specially trained pace helps him get close to his target - just like now, the Monk's Shock Fist hits the monster's waist with the power of the Electric Claw Gauntlet!

The mad troll's body shuddered, and the momentum of running distorted its balance at the blow of the Stone Fist, and its steps staggered to the side.

Urs's two-handed greatsword swept back—

The cross-shaped giant sword blew a wind that broke through the air in the young man's hand, the blade of the sword slashed at the troll's stomach, and the side blade of the weapon tore a gap in the latter's skin that showed flesh and blood, and a domineering force directly overturned it unreasonably!

The troll felt the young man's sword smash down on him like a giant's club, and his head fell to the ground, and warm blood splattered from under the wound that had been torn open by the blade.

The back of its head slammed into the ground like a hammer, and its frenzied eyes didn't know if it was dizzy from it, but then it was horrified to see the figure of the crow condescending to its side.

The trajectory of the Flame Scimitar seemed to dance a light dance in the hands of Miss Poet, and the blazing red flame robe fell in an elegant arc with a fatal slash!

Fire and acid are two of the most feared elements of nature for trolls.

The fallen troll slave realized that he was in imminent disaster, and quickly struggled to convulse, but the half-orc warrior monk used the power of the shock fist to penetrate into its muscles like countless tiny plugs to block its meridians, and the fire knife of the crow sparrow accurately split the ugly head on its neck in the next second!

"——!"

A bang.

The scimitar sliced through the flesh, and the fireworks ignited the blood and pulp in the skull, and the hot sound seemed to be burned into a piece of red-hot iron.

Soon, the conflict in the tavern ended.

The time for the battle may not be enough for even a minute. Several of the gray dwarf drinkers in the room had also recovered from their blindness under the bright light, and their round eyes were now the monster slave who had been dancing their teeth and claws not long ago, and now they were dead under the scimitar of the Drow lady.

The crow glanced coldly down at the troll's corpse, then withdrew the weapon from the corpse's head with his dexterous hands, and danced two circles of dazzling knives with flames, and retracted the two scimitars, one bright and one dark, into the sheath at his waist.

At this time, three gray dwarf soldiers in armor ran in from outside the door out of breath, and happened to witness the moment when the black-robed Miss Poet put her sword back into its sheath, and then raised her dark purple eyes to look at them.

"This slave is quite energetic, but unfortunately a little under-trained." She smiled playfully, suppressing a little displeasure under the hoarse teasing, "Where are you going to bet it?" Slave market? Or an arena? ”

"Arena, Arena, Honorable Madam." One of the three grey dwarf soldiers stepped forward, looked at the crow in amazement, and hurriedly lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Lord Barend is going to hold a gladiatorial tournament in the near future, so we have been ordered to escort the troll slave captured from the surface to the arena...... Unexpectedly, it was so strong that it broke the shackles on the street! ”

"Oh, it seems that Barend's subordinates are nothing more than that, and they can't even discipline even a slave on the surface." She snorted, "But I'm not in the mood to lecture your boss right now." Tell me, why did Barende hold a gladiatorial tournament? Are there any recent holidays in Palomit? ”

"The festival... Well, not really. The grey dwarf soldier thought for a moment, and cautiously replied to his answer, "It's just ......"

"Your tongue is bound to my patience." Miss Poet put her hand back on the handle of the scimitar and twitched slightly, and the smile on her lips turned cold for a moment.

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