The troll's moves are not offensive in any way, and his movements seem to be trying to lure humans somewhere. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Young Medivan yelled at his friend, but before he could finish speaking, the other two trolls suddenly jumped out and attacked Ryan from both directions.

Just as the troll had predicted, the move came so suddenly that Ryan was caught off guard and stabbed in the right arm. He screamed, and the axe hung to the ground.

With a successful blow, one troll continued to attack Ryan, and the other two trolls began to besiege Lothar, who calmly and skillfully wielded his giant sword in defense, barely fending off the troll's attack. During this sneak attack, the trolls showed their ingenuity, and their ambush succeeded in separating the two warriors, forcing Medivan to choose which one to help.

He chooses to help Ryan because he is already injured. With a glow of fire magic in his hands, Mediven lunged in Ryan's direction—only to be struck in the face by the troll, and the heavy hilt of the spear slammed into Medivan's jaw with a thud, causing him to fall. The troll turned in an elegant gesture and struck at the wounded Ryan a few more times, and Ryan fell, his axe slipping from the future monarch's grasp.

Looking at the two people lying on the ground, the troll's movements were sluggish, as if he was hesitating to kill which one to kill first. In the end, he chose Medivan, who was closer to him, and the spear was held high above his head, the black tip of the spear glowing cold in the moonlight.

But Medivan wouldn't give him this chance, taking advantage of the moment he hesitated, Medivan seized the last chance to recite the incantation silently, and at the moment when the spear was pierced into his throat, the magic was activated, and a small whirlwind appeared out of thin air, rolling up the sand and fascinating the troll's eyes, the troll was anxious to rub his eyes with his hands, this was the last chance! Instead of getting up or casting a spell, Medivan rolled forward on the spot, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed the troll into the troll.

The troll was battered, and a terrible cry echoed through the jungle, and he swung his spear wildly in a vain attempt to hit Medivan. At this time, Medivan had rolled to the side, stood up and whispered a spell, a crackling pop sounded between his fingers, and raised his hand to release a lightning ball. Right on target! The troll was hit by the strong electric current, and then knelt down, he was finished, his body paralyzed by the electric electricity did not obey the call, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get up, the troll raised his head, his red eyes burned with hatred, and he stared at the mage.

Ryan stepped up behind the troll and picked up the axe, the blade of which reflected the moonlight and shone strangely, slashing at the troll's neck...... Okay, get one.

On Lothar's side, this warrior completely relied on himself to defend the enemy's attack, but he only barely held on, and had no power to fight back.

The troll heard the screams of his companions, and one continued to attack, while the other, with red eyes full of murderous aura, screamed and rushed at the two. Ryan struck and retreated among the shadows of the sword, and the troll swung his spear frantically and took two more steps forward, a campfire dying at his feet. Now is the time! Hiding on the sidelines, Medivan chanted a rhythmic spell of doom, his arms raised to his shoulders, his clothes hunting, and the red light enveloped his body, shining red like a terrifying demon in the quiet moonlight. After the last syllable was sung, the campfire suddenly exploded, and the flames rushed into the sky, turning into a huge fiery lion head, and burning towards the troll, who burned as if it had been doused with asphalt, and he screamed and jumped into the nearby pond to extinguish the raging flames on his body, but to no avail, the hungry hellfire gradually consumed the desperate troll.

The last troll saw that the situation was not good, and a slam forced Lothar back, and he took the opportunity to roll towards the bushes, and at the critical moment, it was important to run. Ryan was already waiting for him here, he was on the axe, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and his eyes flashed with mockery: Sample, want to run? There are no doors! Facing Ryan who was blocking the front, the troll roared into a state of rage, but he forgot one thing, that is, Lothar behind him, the first warrior of the future kingdom, took advantage of the troll's roar, held the giant sword in his hand, and swung the spear from the inside out, and then used the rebound power of the spear to sweep from the outside to the inside, slashing him at his feet.

The battle is over.

Lothar stepped forward and patted Ryan, who was still bleeding from his wounds, smiling and laughing at Ryan's poor performance. Ryan put his finger to Lothar's lips to silence him, then gestured at Medivan.

Everyone turned to look at Medivan, who was still standing on one side, his arms not lowered, his fingers spasming from exertion, twisting like eagle talons. His lips were closed, and he stared blankly ahead. Ryan and Lothar ran towards him calling his name, but it was too late, and the white moonlight flowed softly, and young Medivan collapsed to the ground.

The two of them rushed forward to help Medivan up, the young mage looking bad, his breathing heavy and his pupils dilated in the moonlight. His friend bent down and looked at him anxiously, he opened his mouth, barely squeezing out a word: "......" but the voice was so faint that neither Ryan nor Lothar could hear what he said. Medivan fainted after speaking. Ryan and Lothar pinched and pinched, but to no avail, Medivan never woke up.

"We paid the price for our hubris. And the price is ...... It was Mad, who has been asleep ever since. Ryan's gaze shifted from the moon in the sky to a window overhead. Lothar had always blamed himself, thinking that if he had been stronger, things would have been different. But......" he closed his eyes and whispered, "Actually, it's my fault. I was the one who caused him. ”

Simon decides to continue to silently nibble on chicken wings, because at this moment Ryan just needs a tree hole to pour out and not comfort or blame. The future king was determined, but he was a man after all, and the heavy burden in his heart was overwhelming. But he could not even show the slightest weakness in front of men, otherwise even he would feel that he was an incompetent successor.

Simon didn't answer, much to Ryan's surprise. He opened his eyes, blue eyes sparkling as he stared at Simon, who was pretending to be struggling with the food in his hand. "You don't have anything to say?"

"Oh, the chicken wings taste good! Is there anything else? Honey could be a little more! Simon pretended to be stupid and put on a shameless foodie face to avoid answering Ryan's question.

"Hah!" Ryan smiled.

Accompanying Ryan's laughter was the food handed over by Sylvie.

"That...... Passover, please taste it. Sylvie lowered her head and handed Simon the skewer in her hand.