Roland grabbed the reins and flipped onto his horse, looking back halfway up the mountain, where Vigraf and the winter wolf were in a fierce fight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Far more cunning than his distant relatives, Joni the winter wolf circled behind Vigraf under the cover of the wind and snow and pounced silently.

Vigraf sensed that the cold wind was coming from behind him, and the giant sword in his hand was too heavy to block, so he simply freed his left arm to cross in front of him to protect his throat.

Burst! The winter wolf bit his arm, fangs digging into his muscles, and the cold soaked his skin and condensed a layer of frost.

The sharp pain in his arm did not move Vigraf in the slightest, and he suddenly withdrew his arm, forcibly dragging his huge and heavy body like a winter wolf and a yak in front of him, and crashed into it!

Bang! The hard forehead hit the fragile bridge of the nose, and the winter wolf suddenly had a nosebleed and his eyes were full of stars.

Vigraf took the opportunity to break free from the wolf's teeth and kicked the beast out with a single kick.

The Winter Wolf landed on the ground and rolled to his feet, shaking his head and barely regaining consciousness, and saw Vigraf rushing towards him with his great sword raised, and immediately opened his throat and spewed out a billowing cold current.

The Winter Wolf's supernatural breath is its most powerful weapon, and the Arctic Storm is interspersed with countless tiny, sharp ice crystals.

Viglaf was forced to stop the charge due to the cold snap, and stuck his greatsword into the ground with his backhand, blocking the impact of the cold current with a wide blade, and countless ice crystals crossed the greatsword and struck him, marking the trail of blood.

The high-pressure cold snap accompanied by the continuous onslaught of snow and ice, attaching a thick layer of ice crust to the greatsword, making Vigraf feel even more and more struggling.

The stubborn dragon totem warrior did not give in, and broke the deadlock with a high-spirited roar, and the muscles of his body swelled violently.

In the "Berserk", Vigraf's strength skyrocketed, and his arms tightened and suddenly shattered the frost that sealed the greatsword, and rushed towards the winter wolf against the wind, and swept out with a sword.

Swish! Above the glacier, a silvery glow flashed in the dawn sky.

Winter wolf Jonny had one leg cut off, and he couldn't help but scream and roll, and the snow under him was spilled with blood.

The beast's fighting spirit was completely broken, and it staggered to the top of the hill with its crippled front legs, fantasizing about returning to its troll master for refuge.

However, Akbar was no longer on the hill, and it was greeted by the young knight in silver armor, whose cold gaze made it panic.

Winter wolf Jonny was still hesitating where to run for his life, and Roland was already galloping over, his spear turning into a cold lightning piercing its throat.

Roland shook his spear and shook off the winter wolf's carcass, grabbed the reins, turned over and dismounted, and walked to Vigraf.

The "rage" is fierce at the time, but the sequelae are also severe. Vigraf was exhausted, gasping for breath with his sword.

Roland reached out and pressed it on his shoulder, using the "Healing Bracer" to transform the holy healing into a "secondary recovery technique" to dispel fatigue for him.

A warm energy flowed into his body, and Vigraf quickly regained his strength and nodded gratefully to Roland, "Thank you." ”

Roland smiled and shook his head: "Why be polite, thanks to you for stopping the wolves, otherwise I wouldn't have been so easy to deal with the troll shaman." ”

The fighting in the camp below had subsided, and the campfire was still burning, but the fuel had been replaced with charcoal and the corpses of the trolls. The resurrected people are cleaning up the battlefield to welcome the dawn.

The troll shaman left behind two relics, a dirty pouch and a silver staff. Roland returns to the camp with the two booty, where he finds Nikita directing the mercenaries to collect the troll corpses.

"Pick the fresh ones for me, and don't burn them."

Roland went over to say hello to her and said with a smile, "Your complexion looks much better." ”

Miss Mage herself felt the same way: "Probably because I was forced to get up and move my hands and feet last night, my body seems to have gotten rid of rust stains and become lighter. ”

"You still have to pay more attention to maintenance at the beginning of your serious illness, you didn't sleep well last night, and you will go back to make up for sleep after breakfast."

"Got it, my knight lord, you're really verbose." Nikita gave him a delicate look, but her heart was very considerate of him.

Roland shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile, "Okay, I'm not talking nonsense, so can you tell me what to do with collecting these troll corpses?" ”

Nikita smiled and pulled out a strange glass device from the dimensional pouch, shaped like a syringe with a fist-sized flask attached to the tail.

"This is our Liquid Collector from Beacon Mountain, it looks like a small container, but it is actually a constant 5-ring arcane 'Leomon Secret Chest', which can hold no more than 10 gallons of liquid at most, and I plan to use it to collect troll plasma."

"Is troll blood valuable?" Bloom walked over and asked curiously.

Nikita nodded: "The secret of the troll's super regenerative ability is in this green blood, no one has yet been able to completely crack the mystery of the troll's blood, but the active ingredients extracted from it can be used to prepare antidotes and healing potions, and the alchemists of Beacon Mountain are happy to pay a high price to buy it." ”

"How much are they willing to pay?" Bloom is very obsessed with the value of loot.

"A gallon of fresh troll blood is worth 2,000 gold coins, but after the troll dies, the blood will quickly decay, and it will lose its vitality and have no value, so it has been used by alchemists." Spells such as 'Enchanting Monsters' tame the trolls and keep them in cages so that fresh blood can be drawn from them at any time, it stands to reason that trolls are almost immortal and can always regenerate blood, which is inexhaustible, but unfortunately, for unknown reasons, trolls who are frequently drawn blood will soon suffer from a strange disease, their skin hardens, they lose their ability to regenerate, and the activity in the blood disappears and becomes worthless. ”

Hearing Nikita say this, Bloom couldn't sit still, "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and get blood drawn, time is money!" ”

Nikita smiled and said, "I'm short of helpers, you all come to help, and everyone will share the money equally." ”

Roland didn't mind being her assistant for blood collection, but there were other things to deal with, so he asked Mikhail to find a few more people to help, and then give them a little hard money. The men who ran the long-distance caravans were accustomed to a hard life, and when they heard that they could get a reward of 10 gold coins without much effort, they all vied to work for Miss Mage.

Before leaving, Roland gave Nikita the staff he had captured from the troll shaman. It is a "Frost Staff" forged from silver, the body of which is engraved with mysterious runes, and the head of the staff is inlaid with a shining diamond.

The energy stored in the staff can be used to unleash 3 useful ice arcane, namely 3 Ring Snow Storm, 4 Ring Ice Wall, and 5 Ring Ice Pick.

Each spell consumes 1 shot of energy for 1 release, and the remaining energy in the staff can be cast a total of 36 times. (To be continued.) )