The physical strength is like being completely drained by a vacuum machine, and it seems that the battle that has not been for a long time has overdrawn all the physical strength of the body, and even at this moment there is a slight tinnitus.

His heart was still beating fast, and his breath was whirring like a broken bellows.

Riva noticed the faint light in his hand, like a glowing fireball coming to life.

In the distance, Lao Pixili and more than a dozen other Nanming were still in shock, and even looked a little dazed, as if they were in a dream.

"Daddy Pisili, am I not mistaken? Defeated the trolls?"

Old Pixiri's expression was also shocked, his mouth was not closed, and when he heard this, he added in a daze.

"Four!"

Shock, incomparable shock and consternation, this is the dazed subversion of common sense, but there is also the stability of one's own life to be guaranteed.

The few children under the protection of women and children and young people were extremely excited, and if it weren't for the strange expressions of the adults, they would almost cheer out at this moment.

Yoi, on the other hand, reacted faster than everyone else, and rushed straight down from the tree where she had jumped and hid in the direction of Superriva.

"Hahahahaha!! Riva, you're super powerful!! you did it!!"

Cheerful laughter dragged the long flowing hair forward, "waking everyone up".

Riva felt himself being hugged by Yooi, his exhausted and shaky body swaying back and forth with Yooi's shaking, and the others were now cautiously surrounding him.

"Hiss!! Yui, tap, it hurts !!"

At this moment, the intense pain of the wound behind the shoulder became clearer.

"I'm sorry, I'll bandage you! Which of you has clean strips of cloth and medicine?"

The first half of the sentence is directed at Riva, and the second half of the sentence is directed at the approaching refugees.

"Yes!! I have medicine!! and clean strips of cloth!!"

"Hurry up, come on, medicine!!"

"On the beast cart, I'll get it!!"

......

A group of people were in a hurry, and some people carefully gathered around the corpse of the troll but did not dare to approach, and whenever the troll's body twitched, the crowd immediately dispersed, knowing that it was clear for a while that the troll really couldn't get up.

Bandaging was originally the work of old Pisiri, but it was later taken over by Yui on the grounds that the other party's hands were too dirty and did not disinfect.

The original bonfire was re-lit and new firewood was added, and Riva tended his wounds around the campfire, while the others sat around the side.

Carefully take off the clothes, clean out all the unclean things inside the wound, use the refugee's sewing needle to close the wound little by little, then sprinkle the powder, and then put on a clean cloth, and use the cloth strips to bandage the wound little by little.

Youyi's handling of wounds is not very professional, but he is definitely careful and not too dirty, and those treatment methods stunned the refugees on the side.

Wrap up the wound, put your right hand behind Riva's shoulder, lift your spirit, gather some strength, and heal some of the wounds inside.

"Papa~"

Yoe clapped his hands and happily gave Rivabi a scissorhands.

"That's it!!Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore!"

When Riva said this, he could clearly hear a sigh of relief from many people around him, obviously there were many people who cared about him.

"Hehe, thank you for your concern, don't be so nervous, just do the same as before!"

Riva doesn't want everyone to be so cramped all the time.

After he said this, it was clear that the atmosphere had improved, or rather the pent-up excitement had finally exploded.

"Lord Riva, you're the strongest ranger I've ever seen, and I don't think those Kingdom generals can compare to you!!"

"Brother Riva is the best, grandpa, don't you say?"

"Brother Riva, can you teach me swordsmanship, I want to be as good as you!!"

"Let's go, Lord Riva needs to rest!!"

"Lord Riva, you must be tired, rest for a while, I'll cook you soup to replenish your strength!!"

The children's pleadings and the adults' thanks, as well as the reprimands of the adults teaching the children, make the camp look full of energy and an unprecedented sense of security.

While frolicking in the camp, the four young men cautiously ran to the place of the death troll, and they wanted to help Master Riva get the broadsword out.

The night breeze was cool, and the ground was slimy with the blood of the trolls.

The corpse of the troll was already dead, and it no longer twitched from time to time, but the four young men were still very cautious, after all, this thing was definitely a monster that could scare children to stop crying at night.

The length of the body is close to four meters, and the palm of a hand looks half the size of a body, and there is a strong sense of personal oppression when he dies.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the four would have never dreamed that someone would be able to defeat all the trolls with one enemy and four enemies, killing one and injuring two.

"Goo~ This troll is bigger up close, you look at the head, open your mouth and bite off half of my body in one bite!!"

"I guess it's possible to swallow you whole in one bite!!"

"Oh, it's horrible, and it doesn't smell good. ”

"Hurry up and get to work and go to the fire, I don't want to be around this monster!!"

"Hmm!!"

......

The troll was a broadsword driven face down into the ground, so the four of them split into four corners, ready to lift the massive head up.

"Prepare, work hard together, come one, two, three!!"

"One, two, three!!"

The four young men worked together, and the troll's head was lifted off the ground little by little.

"Oak, draw your sword, we can't hold it for long, it's too heavy!!"

"Okay!!"

The young man named Oak quickly let go of the dough he was carrying, and confirmed that the three red-faced people resisted the weight before quickly turning to the front of the troll's head.

Only the hilt of the broadsword remained, and the blades all went down an eye socket into the troll's skull, where the troll's stench intensified, and some disgusting thick yellow saliva spilled out of the troll's open mouth.

"Gross... It's disgusting!!I'm going to pull it out, you guys hold on!!"

Even though the hilt was covered in blood, this would not be the time to consider whether it was dirty or not, Oak grabbed the hilt with both hands and pushed it outward, but the broadsword did not move.

"Hurry up Oak, we can't lift it, this head sinks like a stone!!"

Oak's face was almost purple, holding his breath on the one hand and exerting himself on the other.

"I... Know... Dao !!!!"

One of his feet was already on the bridge of the troll's nose, and all his strength was struggling with the broadsword.

"Zizi... Zizi ......"

A feeling of pulling out of the half-solidified mud swamp, the broadsword went out little by little, and a large amount of troll blood gushed out as the broadsword was drawn.

"Bang~~~"

The sword was drawn, and Oak took a few steps back with it, then sat down on the ground.

"Boom~"

The other three were finally able to let go, and the troll's head was still back on the ground, splattered with blood and mud.

"Whew... Call... Whew..."

"Ho... Call... Whew..."

"Whew...... This sword is so heavy!!"

"We're just drawing a sword... That's it... How strong does Lord Riva have to be!!"

Oak said, looking at the two-handed broadsword he was holding, there were some curls and gaps on the blade, and the tip of the sword had even been bent a little.

'It's a battle-hardened broadsword, just like its master!'

That's what Oak thinks at the moment.

After a while, the four men who drew their swords returned to the camp, and the old Pisiri and the others saw that the four of them were almost as if they had been stained with blood, and more exaggerated than the previous Riva.

"Lord Riva, your sword!!We brought back the long sword and two short swords!!"

Oak held his weapon and placed it carefully by the campfire.

"Thank you, go wash it!!"

Riva felt a little relieved when he saw the weapon, and then subconsciously looked at his palm again.

There was a clear burn mark on the palm of the day of dawn, and there was no such light at the moment.

He looked at Yoi, who was also staring at the trace in a daze.

"Yoi, what the hell is this sign?"

Just when life and death were at stake, this symbol lit up, bringing a clearer idea of oneself and a sense of power that emerged from time to time, otherwise he would have died a long time ago, right?

It was the mark that Yoi had imprinted on himself, and Riva vividly remembered the incomprehensible pain at the beginning, and even the feeling that the injuries he had suffered tonight could not be compared.

Yooi's eyes were a little evasive, and there was a hint of doubt and fear on her face, but she didn't avoid Riva's question, and she also ignored the dozen or so curious refugees around her.

"Strictly speaking, this is more than just a simple burn sign......"

Yoi looked up at the stars in the sky and exhaled to relax before continuing.

"It is a special mark, a symbol of the struggle against fate, it represents fearlessness, sacrifice, wisdom... as well as powerful ...... It also represents the eternal morning light!"