Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

A troll doctor examines the dead troll's body, then grabs a gray-haired mouse from his pocket and forces the mouse to bite the troll sorcerer's body.

Three seconds later, the rat foamed at the mouth and died.

This scene frightened the trolls who were watching even more. Many of the trolls immediately turned away, fearing that they would accidentally get contaminated with the poison and die here.

The troll doctor's face also showed a solemn look, and his face was full of fear when he looked at Sean.

He knew very well that the poison on the dead troll was more terrifying than any poison he had ever seen. He never wanted to touch these poisons, ever.

And at the feet of the sorcerer in front of him, there was a terrifying spider the size of a palm.

The poison that poisons the trolls is likely to come from it.

And to be able to manipulate such a spider, the sorcerer in front of him is probably not only more proficient in voodoo than himself, but also a troll beast tamer.

1+1>2, the troll doctor is reluctant to provoke this terrible sorcerer.

So he gave Sean a deep look, and then turned away without hesitation.

It wasn't until all the trolls had left that Sean let out a sigh of relief.

Although before the battle began, Sean had already thought that he should have a good chance of defeating those trolls, and there was a good chance that nothing would happen after that. But only when he really experienced all this, Sean realized that no amount of prediction before was useless, and it was not comparable to the joy of the moment when he was truly safe.

The happiest thing is that I'm still alive.

Sean found a place to sit down, and then continued to be on guard for a long time, making sure that no trolls would come here, but that all the trolls were far away from here, and he was finally completely relieved.

When night fell, many of the trolls who had gone out hunting and patrolling returned, taking their prey with them, and then many trolls went out to fetch water with bottles and cans, and Sean quietly left the tent and followed the trolls to find the water source.

The source of the water, in a low-lying place not far from the camp, was a river.

Q: Is that clear?

For there is a source of living water.

Trolls who are very good at voodoo, no matter how confident they are, should at least know that living water is safer than dead water.

A pond, put a little more poison, can also poison the poison and strong resistance to trolls.

A river, no matter how much poison is put upstream, will be diluted by the rushing water.

So the trolls take water, and they take the living water from the river.

Sean suddenly knew that it was impossible for him to poison the river. In that way, no matter how much poison you use, it may not have a very good effect.

But it doesn't matter.

Since you can't poison at the source, you should poison it in the container in which you get water.

Sean secretly made up his mind.

Then there was the long wait.

Until the third day, when it was dark, it was a cloudy day, with no stars or moon in the sky, and it was dark everywhere, except for the not-so-bright campfires and a few patrolling troll soldiers, alerting the night for possible enemies and threats.

In this case, it is impossible for Sean to personally go and poison everywhere.

But it doesn't matter.

Sean also has helpers.

Sean summoned Shalzaru, then gave it all the poison, and then ordered it to take the crystal spider and poison it everywhere.

In the past three days, Sean has traveled all over the camp, and Sharzaru and the Crystal Spider have roughly figured out the structure of the entire camp.

Except for the main camp in the middle, where there is a certain troll general at the level of a big professional, a certain high-level Amani priest, and some powerful sorcerers, the strongest people in any other camp are only at the intermediate level.

As a soul body, Sharzaru can be invisible, easily avoiding the attention of these trolls. Although the crystal spider is larger than the average spider, it is only the size of a palm and is easy to hide.

A soul, a spider, began to poison everywhere.

Every time he arrived at a tent, Sharzalu filled the container with a little poison, and the Crystal Spider injected a small amount of crystal poison into it.

As the quest suggests, when the elven mage's poison is mixed with the crystal spider's poison, the effect has changed unexpectedly. The newly created poison, even a single drop, is enough to incapacitate an entire tent of trolls.

As dawn slowly came, the darkness crept away, and Sharzalu and the Crystal Spider finally returned.

It's time for breakfast.

The trolls all got up from their tents and walked out, some ready to eat the meat raw, others following the example of the human warriors of Aratho, who raised a fire and cooked the meat. These trolls have been shown to live longer than those who eat meat raw......

Oh, that's somewhere else.

All the trolls in this camp, although they could not have been born on the same day and month of the same year, were destined to die on the same day and month of the same year.

Life and death together.

In every tent, there are trolls who go to the river to get water.

Sean took advantage of this moment to leave the camp with the trolls, and then find a chance to leave.

He didn't go far, just ran to a small hill not far away, and then continued to greet the troll guarding the small hill in the form of a troll, and then came closer......

Unleashed the arcane blast and lifted the troll flying, and then the crystal spider climbed up and took a bite, and Sean continued to make up for the fireball.

Come and go, send that troll to the LOA god.

Despite leaving the troll camp, Sean hopes to eliminate more trolls, especially those who patrol and keep watch.

All the way, all the way to kill.

This is a unique path for Sean.

When Sean dealt with a troll warrior again, he suddenly felt an alarm, and hurriedly opened the "Moonlight Guardian" that came with the Feather Moon Talisman to block a feather arrow from afar.

"Stop!"

Then there was a scolding, and then a High Elf mage with a graceful figure appeared in Sean's sight.

Beside him, a young human mage was explaining something to another human archer.

"Mentor Serena! Merry!"

Sean's eyes lit up.

He figured out in an instant that he must have seen his troll appearance and thought he was a troll sorcerer, so the human archer was going to shoot an arrow to kill him.

And just when she activated the feather moon talisman to release the moonlight guardian in order to resist the feather arrows, the elf female mage found that she had a spell power that did not belong to the sorcerer, and thought that she was still here in the troll camp, so she recognized herself.

Only then would he stop the archer from continuing to attack him.

Merry was obviously smart too, and immediately realized that the sorcerer in front of him was his friend Sean, so he explained it to the archer.

Sean stepped forward and greeted the elven mage, "Mentor Serena, Merry, you're here on time!" ”

The elven mage first apologized for the human archers attacking Sean just now, and then introduced: "Sean, this is General Lordan. ”

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