"Who dares to summon me?"

An unusually arrogant voice sounded in the demon summoning circle in the middle of the caravan, and a tall and hideous figure strode out of the portal with a shouting question. More than two meters tall, he had purple skin, and he was wearing red plate armor that could not be seen, blocking his entire right arm, but exposing his solid chest. Holding a flaming blade in his hand, the evil energy full of destructive and chaotic power roams all over his body - this is a demonic guard!

"Hanzuun, you idiot demon, stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and help keep the stinking trolls at bay and don't let them get close to the party! The two-headed ogre O*Gar impatiently assigned the demon named Hanzun to support three struggling melee teammates in front of the caravan under the trolls' furious onslaught.

Hearing the ogre's loud rebuke, the Demon Guardian squinted at his summoner, the two-headed ogre O*Gall, and said in a disdainful and mocking tone, "Don't you even have the ability to fight on your own, O*Gall?" It's a waste of what you're looking like a big guy! You coward who will only stand behind and point fingers! ”

"The reward for a soul crystal isn't worth the risk I have to take to fight so many trolls! You need to increase the price, coward! Five delicious souls that smell of despair and fear! Five! Otherwise, you don't want to control me! Don't waste my time, you low-class creatures! ”

"We've signed a contract, Hanzuen! There are no loopholes in our contracts for you to exploit! Do as I say, you idiot! The contract clearly states that just a piece of medium-grade soul crystal can make you serve me after being summoned and obey my orders! Don't get an inch, you damn demon! Don't force me to use the spell of enslaving demons! ”

Seeing that his summon would not obey the command on the battlefield and open his mouth to his lion, the head of the two-headed ogre, who was in charge of the identity of the warlock, shouted at the demon guard.

"With your sixth-order strength, how long do you think you can enslave me, coward? Now you have a request for me! If you hesitate any longer, you'll probably be torn to pieces by these fangy creatures! If that's the case, maybe I'll be able to change the contractor? Hahahaha!" Faced with the threat of the Compact Summoner, the Demon Guardian burst out laughing uncontrollably.

"Gal wants meat!" The left skull, "Gar", who had been silent, may have been stimulated by the demon's words, and even interjected.

The soul crystal that the ogre magician used as a sacrifice and contract price when he summoned the demon guards just now was obviously bigger and brighter than the one that summoned the imps before, and naturally the soul power contained in it was also stronger. Originally, according to the price indicated in the contract, only one piece of such a medium-grade soul crystal was needed to obtain the control of the demon guard, but who knew that now it would be taken advantage of by this unruly demon who advocates chaos.

Faced with such a situation, the two-headed ogre Ogal is also a belly of anger. Seeing that the defense line of his melee teammates was in jeopardy, the ogre finally gritted his teeth and no longer hesitated.

"Shut up Gal Enough is Hanzuun! This time you won, but there will never be a next time! I'll give you one more piece at most! Otherwise, I don't mind enslaving you and letting these stinky boom trolls tear you apart first! Orr, who had been shaved by his own summon, gritted his teeth and roared at the demon guard, and in distress, he took out another piece of medium-grade soul crystal that was about the same size as just now, exuding a bright light, from the rune cloth bag on his waist and threw it to the demon guard who was smug and laughing uncontrollably.

The demon guard who succeeded in blackmailing glanced at the two-headed ogre proudly, accepted it when he saw it, and no longer spoke, and stuffed the soul crystal into his stomach. The mournful wails and painful struggles of soul fragments are the most delicious tonic for demons. The Demon Guard, who had cruelly devoured the delicious soul, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and after a moment, the Demon Guard, who had completely digested the power in the Soul Crystal, let out a hearty sigh.

The demon guard finally lazily complained to his contract summoner, "Your threat is still so weak, coward!" Without waiting for the ogre to retort, the muscular demon guard rushed forward to intercept a troll warrior who was trying to get past the three melee warriors who were blocking the caravan. Pick up the axe and cut off the head of the troll he knocked unconscious.

"Hmph, that's a piece of cake!" The demon guard's beating voice was heard clearly in the ears of the caravan.

It has to be said that demons are worthy of being born as a race born for blood and killing. Although this demon guard only has the strength of the sixth-order peak, it is extremely ruthless in battle, and it is extremely rich in combat experience. Coupled with the demon's natural violent and cruel nature, it is really a desperate way to fight. Although there was only one person for the "reinforcement", the Demon Guardian still completed the support mission very well. The fierce appearance of the Demon Guardian attracted the firepower of some of the trolls, greatly alleviating the embarrassment of several close combat.

The dwarf hunter who stabbed the big basket and directly led this unplanned battle, although the paranoid obsessive-compulsive disorder or something came up was very brain-dead, and he wanted to be slaughtered with a knife, but it was still very reliable in the battle. Perhaps out of a sense of shame that his idiotic actions had dragged his team members into danger, the dwarven hunter filled his musket with his usual treasured silver bullets.

These precious silver warheads are still made by Karui Copper and Iron at a great expense by the goblin engineers of Treasure Bay, and the raw materials for the warheads are also the contribution of the dwarf hunters, who have been mining for many years, and the silver mines that have been accumulated for a long time have produced so many hundred rounds. Goblin engineers are worthy of the principle that "art is equivalent to explosion", and the small warhead is desperately squeezed and filled with a large amount of explosive powder, which further enhances the power of the ammunition.

The Karu brass and iron took cover for the large size of the carrying Kodormon, and the dwarves' thick, powerful hands held the muskets steadily, aiming, shooting, reloading, aiming, and firing rapidly. The "Annihilation Star" is still competent as a hunter alone. At this moment, Karui Bronze Iron is like a calm sniper, constantly shooting powerful Thorsilver bullets into the heads and throats of the trolls in front of him. The silver warhead, which had been equipped with explosives by the Goblin Engineer, was propelled by more gunpowder power with greater potential and lethality, and easily penetrated the troll's unprotected body.

The dull sound of the "bang-bang" musket rang out one after another, and the dwarf hunter who had been shooting cold guns in the rear did not forget to observe the situation on the battlefield. When the ogre assigned summoned demon guards to rush to the melee to help fend off the trolls, the dwarf hunter also sent his pet companion, a tall and sturdy red fur gorilla, to support the melee group to strengthen the defense.

Karui Bronze Iron whistled and pointed in the direction of his melee teammates, and the gorilla that had been swimming and attacking on the edge of the battlefield also beat his chest and scurried a few steps, quickly coming to the side of the human swordsman Vasilev. I saw it slam into a troll that was swinging an axe at the swordsman from the side, and slammed its fists on the ground with a roar, and some of the minotaurs trampled on the mighty power and smashed out a circle of trembling ripples, shaking the surrounding trolls to stagger. The red-skinned gorilla took the opportunity to pounce on the trolls and punch them with their old fists. Although it was not possible to kill these trolls quickly, it at least slowed them down and slowed down the trolls' attack.

After the initial panic of the battle, and with the support of two more melee meat shields, the strong red-skinned gorilla and the vicious demon guard, the caravan members finally held their ground under the onslaught of the trolls. The tacit understanding between the team members continued to improve in the battle, and they barely maintained a balance between offense and defense with the attacking jungle trolls, and the scene once entered a stalemate.

While the rear of the caravan was gradually stabilizing, Old Tang and the Spellbreaker Moragusa* Chenguang, who had rushed into the troll crowd, ran into a little trouble - several troll witch doctors were eyeing Don and the Barbarian Horn, and not far away, three large troll berserkers who seemed to be mutated and deformed were entangled in the High Elf Spellbreaker.

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Surrounded by crazy troll warriors, Don and Brute Horn have been frantically killing the troll warriors around him. The surface of the cursed torch and egg shield has been stained with the troll's brains and blood, and has become extremely viscous and disgusting! The disgusting mixture of dark red blood and white flowers' brains splattered the brute in just a moment of battle. The smell of fishy smell was already permeating this small piece of battlefield.

Don's egg shield in his left hand slammed across his front to block a troll's dying blow, while his right hand picked up his hammer and smashed it into his next target. And just when Old Tang's cursed torch was about to smash the head of this troll with a desperate look, Old Tang's strong and strong body suddenly felt weak and powerless for a moment. Although it did not make Old Tang lose his combat effectiveness, at that moment, because of the gap mistake of the weak follow-up, there was a flaw in Old Tang's originally stable blow, and the cursed torch filled with power was smashed crookedly, and it almost swept past the leader of the trolls.

And the troll, who was full of despair a moment ago, didn't expect that this big man with a bull's head who had just slaughtered all sides among his clansmen and no one could stop would have such an obvious flaw in the inevitable blow. He was lucky enough to escape, his face was ecstatic, and then his expression instantly evolved into hideous. I saw that this troll warrior tried his best to put the sharp voodoo spear in his hand and quickly stabbed at the only weakly protected neck of Lao Tang's body, and even tried in vain to take the opportunity to kill Lao Tang who made a mistake.

Old Tang, who didn't have time to think about it, desperately mobilized the anger energy of his whole body to try to suppress the sudden feeling of powerlessness. With the infusion of strong body elements and furious anger energy, Old Tang could barely suppress the feeling of weakness from the heart. Facing the oncoming spear, Old Tang swung the curse torch and smashed it into the shaft of the voodoo spear from the bottom up, knocking it lightly away, and in the troll's incredulous and puzzled eyes, he smashed his entire head into the chest with a hammer, and he screamed for his life.

Solving the obstructive trolls who tried to turn the tables around, Old Tang looked around suspiciously. He knew that the sudden feeling of weakness just now was definitely not caused by his physical weakness. Old Tang, who was very confident in his stamina, concluded that he had been absolutely plotted by his opponent just now, so he immediately began to carefully search for suspicious targets among the troll crowd. Soon, several troll casters who were deliberately protected by the troll warriors in the middle, wearing hideous masks and wearing strong troll-style costumes, were spotted by Old Tang and came into view.

Seeing these guys who were not low in status among trolls and dressed strangely, Old Tang quickly searched for a profession unique to trolls in his mind - troll witch doctor! The troll witch doctors wore fist-sized skull ornaments on their armor with a secret skull-shrinking sorcery; The green two-clawed weapon is covered in poison at a glance. Thinking of the sudden sense of powerlessness just now, Old Tang knew that he should have fallen for the plot of these troll witch doctors - weak witch magic!

Although Old Tang's physique is strong, and the anger energy in his body is stronger than that of ordinary warriors, the superimposed weak demon spells released by several witch doctors still affect Old Tang's combat performance. If it weren't for the great strength that Old Tang received when he crossed over, he was still barely able to maintain most of the level at this moment, and he could still crush the surrounding troll warriors, maybe Old Tang would be in danger now!

Several troll witch doctors seemed to be surprised that Old Tang had been hit by multiple weak demon spells, and he was still able to persist in fighting, and his combat power was still strong, and after a few glances at each other, they groped out a glass bottle filled with yellow liquid from their waists, and while chanting words in their mouths, they threw the bottle in front of Old Tang and the brute horn! The bottle was detonated by a voodoo spell in mid-air, and a burst of earthy yellow gas spread around Old Tang and Brute Horn.

Old Tang and Manjiao suddenly had a sense of paralysis on their bodies! Several troll warriors around Old Tang were also affected by the gas, and they fell into a state of paralysis and paralysis almost instantly. The troll witch doctor's specialty skill - paralyzing voodoo! Barely suppressing the feeling of weakness and paralysis in his body, Old Tang gritted his teeth and continued to fight with a few trolls who had returned to his side, but his mind was running at high speed searching for information about troll witch doctors and voodoo spells, thinking of ways to solve the threat of these troll witch doctors to him.

And just when Old Tang was having a headache for the strange skills and methods of the witch doctor, the High Elf Spellbreaker who was targeted by the three big troll berserkers was not having a good time at the moment.

The Troll Rage is a kind of "deformed" troll, this small group of trolls is almost more than four meters tall in size, and their muscle strength is more developed than the rest of their compatriots, and they look much stronger and burier than Old Tang, a strong man with a minotaur! There is no racial difference between them and the rest of the trolls, and their unusual size and musculature may be due to a complex set of factors. For example, these trolls may have been altered by some alchemy or magic, or they may have grown larger than the average troll simply by birth.

Although the Trolls generally discriminate against foreigners, these Giant Trolls are fortunate not to be considered monsters by the rest of the Trolls. On the contrary, these hideous-looking, muscular big guys are born to be good material for warriors and meat shields because of their violent strength. These troll berserkers with some IQ deficiencies are often taken in as guards by high-level leaders such as troll sacrifices or troll lords after undergoing brutal and rigorous combat training, and their status is even higher than that of ordinary troll warriors!

And now, in the previous battle, the high-skilled High Elf Spellbreaker was fighting against three such monsters. Moragusa*Chenguang, who had killed ordinary troll warriors in a crisp and relaxed manner, was really embarrassed by these three brutal monsters now.

Moragusa* Morninglight, as a High Elf spellbreaker who has fought many bloody battles with trolls, is not unfamiliar with these deformed freaks of trolls before. However, on the battlefield, these monsters are usually the first target of the mages. And those high-level mages of their own clan who are locked will basically be torn to pieces or burned to ashes by the power of the arcane on the path of the charge, and there are not many big monsters who will have a chance to break through to the defense line of the lawbreaker and fight the lawbreaker army before!

The Troll Berserker's astonishing brute strength made it impossible for him to easily block attacks with his shield with skill as easily as before. If the High Elf Spellbreaker continues to try to block damage with his shield, then what awaits him will be shattered by the power of the Troll Berserker! And the amazing swordsmanship of the previous spellbreaker is no longer sharp and tricky just now, and the height of the troll berserker of more than four meters makes it difficult for the High Elves to find the weakness of the troll's head and neck and kill it with one blow!

At this moment, the High Elf Spellbreaker, who was quite wolf-bèi, could only nimble and dodge the attacks of the Troll Berserker, while constantly slicing the bodies of the three big men with sharp blades, leaving terrifying-looking wounds one after another. It's a pity that the Troll Berserker's recovery ability is obviously an enhanced version of ordinary trolls, and the more perverted self-healing ability allows these terrifying but non-nerve-breaking wounds to heal quickly. Most of the results of Molagusa's hard work have been useless!

Although the Law Breaker is also a melee class, the amount of flesh is not their strong point. The High Elves' physique brings them the brilliance of arcane affinity, but it also limits their development in strength! Few High Elves have a physical superiority! There is no advantage at all against such a brute force-type opponent with a large body, not to mention that it still has an enhanced version of the metamorphosis ability of a troll!

The High Elf Spellbreaker's terrifying reputation is for the spellcasting class! In contrast, the abuse of all kinds of spellcasters and elemental creatures is what they do best!

The three troll berserkers in the direction of the spellbreaker were fighting with heavy fists or big feet, and the huge momentum caused by them would naturally not be ignored by Old Tang. Old Tang, who was struggling with how to deal with the threat posed to him by the troll witch doctor, suddenly thought that maybe he should exchange opponents with the High Elf spellbreakers!

A spellbreaker who specializes in the art industry, and a troll witch doctor who is not a big threat to himself is a tragedy at all, and the voodoo spell that is completely ineffective for Moragusa* Morning Light makes the troll witch doctor a non-threatening live target in the eyes of the spell breaker, which is not worth mentioning! And relying on his amazing brute strength and metamorphosis recovery ability to chase and fight the spellbreaker, the troll berserker who makes the High Elf spellbreaker wolf bèi dodge and has nothing to do is also an opponent who can be easily defeated in the eyes of Old Tang, a piece of cake!

In terms of strength alone, who is the old Tang with the title of "Titan Power" and with amazing power? This kind of fist-to-flesh and hard-hitting fighting style is undoubtedly more to the appetite of the fierce and brave old Tang!

Do what you want, against the effect of paralysis and weakness, Old Tang flew a troll warrior who stepped forward with an axe with a hammer, and shouted in the direction of the High Elf Spellbreaker with a loud voice:

"Moragusa! We swap opponents! You're up to these disgusting troll witch doctors! I'll take care of those three ugly guys! ”

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I originally wanted to upload it in two chapters.,Later, I thought about it's still a kind chapter~~~.