Despite being a high-ranking druid, Elistin is not as experienced in combat as Mastasya. The Highland Elves have traveled north and south since they became adults, and the title of Master Harpist is not called for nothing.

However, this battle may be the only exception, Illistin had seen the combat power of trolls earlier and knew the beast that had captured him, while Mastassia knew only about trolls by hearsay, and there were still errors in judgment.

This kind of understanding gap leads to Mastasha missing!

When Elistin unceremoniously turns into a giant bear and breaks his target's neck, causing it to lose control of its body completely, the Highland Elf's scimitar gets stuck in the neck joint of the other troll.

The troll was dozing with his head down, and the blood spurting from his neck was almost two meters high, like a fountain of blood. However, the mortal mortal wounds of this humanoid race were not enough to kill the tenacious trolls immediately.

The unbearable pain woke the troll from its sleep, unlike Qin Lun and Elistine's two targets, it still had the ability to fight back, and the pain also made the troll instantly understand that he had encountered an enemy attack.

It slammed its palm back, slapping it right on Mastasya's chest. Caught off guard, the Highland Elves flew into the air as if they had been hit by a large truck, spewing a cloud of blood mist from their mouths and rolling off the summit platform.

However, Mastasya's temperament is very strong, and he did not forget his duty under the heavy blows, grabbed the scimitar that had been stuck and pulled it out, and "poofed", and actually pried out the troll's broken cervical vertebrae.

The pale bone spurs that erupted from the back of the troll's neck were horrific in the blood mist sprayed by the two.

"Whew~~" The troll's ugly face twisted into a ball, and he let out a roar when he looked up to the sky.

"Venus!" Qin Lun's face changed slightly when the troll struck Mastasya, and he snorted softly.

In the night, an even thicker black shadow flashed, and a muscular panther revealed itself in front of the troll, its sharp fangs digging deep into the troll's throat, causing it to screech to an abrupt halt with a few syllables.

"Bang" The troll's scarlet eyes showed a hint of despair, and he slapped his palm on the belly of the Shadow Wind Leopard.

Venus was almost so beaten by this palm that he spit out his internal organs from his mouth, and his huge body flew up like a straw, and before he could land, it had already turned into a cloud of black mist, and it had rushed into the apostle mark in Qin Lun's palm.

Fortunately, at this time, the giant bear that Qin Lun and Elistin had turned into had already freed their hands, and pounced on the trolls who were staggering to their feet one after another.

The tenacious troll died in the end, not even having time to raise the alarm again. It had huge wounds on the front and back of its neck, and Qin Lun and Elistin didn't give it any more chance.

"Are you alright?" Qin Lun slightly used the soil to cover up the smell of blood on the mountaintop platform, and then saw Mastasha who had climbed onto the platform again. The Highland Elf was clearly wounded, his face was as pale as snow, and there was a deep palm print on his chest.

"I've heard for a long time that the trolls are infinitely powerful, but I didn't expect this level of power, it's comparable to the Cambradi dragon I once encountered, it seems that there are a few broken ribs!" Mastacia rubbed his chest and smiled wryly.

"It's good that the meat pad is thick enough!" Qin Lun glanced at the towering chest of the Highland Elf, and his face was a little strange.

"Where are you looking?" A murderous aura suddenly came from behind Qin Lun, which made him shudder, and he quickly turned around and sneered at the expressionless elf druid, and walked away.

"Qin Lun, where are you doing?" Just as Illistin was wrapping up his wounds for Mastasia, Rand's voice came from the team channel, "These trolls are really difficult, the world of Torrell is really the same as you said, dangerous creatures abound, it really deserves to be the peak world of the demons." ”

There was a hint of excitement in Rand's words, although he was different from the other four killers, he also had a great passion for adventure and combat, and perhaps this was the only place where fireworks could feel the value of survival.

"We've solved it here, are you still going well over there?" Qin Lun asked with a smile.

"Fortunately, after all, there are more abundant people, and I am not afraid of something wrong."

Hearing what Rand said, Qin Lun knew that they must have been in trouble over there, but there were six of them, and it shouldn't be as thrilling as here.

After a while, the two groups of people finally gathered together again, Qin Lun saw that one of Lago's arms was hanging from his chest with a bandage, as if it was broken, but other than that, the others were not injured.

"Let's go, get out of here. After getting around the troll town, Tianming still has to set aside some time to make two more wooden rafts, otherwise it will be bad. Mastasia leaned on Elistine's shoulder and said weakly.

Everyone nodded, and a sneak attack made them really see the combat power of the trolls, and they were not only very happy in their hearts. Fortunately, it was not blocked by the troll village where Illistin was captured, otherwise with the combat power of these trolls, I am afraid that everyone would become sacrificed.

The desire to survive caused everyone to burst into unprecedented potential, and even the ordinary people of Sifo and Mason did not slow down the progress of the team, and finally bypassed the troll town and returned to the river when it was about to dawn.

"Quick, start making wooden chops, only make a big one this time, save some time." Mastasha commanded, gasping for breath.

The river here is already very close to the main road of the meandering river, and the water surface is relatively wide, which can accommodate a large wooden raft of more than ten people.

"The trolls are coming, let's go!" About an hour later, the thief sprang out of the bushes like a frightened rabbit and waved anxiously at the crowd.

"Push the raft down the riverbank!" Everyone's faces changed slightly, and the speed of the troll's pursuit surprised everyone a little, it seems that these trolls should have changed the guard in the middle of the night, and discovered the mutation of two guards.

At this time, the wooden raft was not completely bundled, and even some dead branches on the tree were still there. However, at this time, they couldn't take care of it, so everyone had to push the half-finished wooden raft into the water.

After the raft slid down the river for hundreds of meters, the troll finally appeared in the bushes on the riverbank. The behemoths angrily waved their weapons and roared at the wooden rafts in the middle of the river.

"Haha, eat the fart, you big green-skinned beasts!" Largo rose from his raft, turned and bent over, cocked his ass and shook it, causing the crowd to laugh and of course make the trolls on the shore even more frantic, some of whom were so mad that they threw their stone axes and sticks at them.

Although most of them were not accurate, each of these heavy weapons stirred up waves more than ten meters high like cannonballs, so that everyone on the wooden platoon couldn't help but be secretly frightened, and the thieves wiped a cold sweat and stopped the senseless provocation in a stupid way.

Three days later, a large wooden raft appeared on the wide river surface north of the Troll's Claw, and after so many days of escape, Qin Lun and the others finally approached the exit of the river north of the Troll's Claw.

The people on the raft were able to clean up a little bit with the river water every day, so as not to be unkempt, but their mental exhaustion had reached the extreme, even for the three killer apostles.

If it weren't for everyone gathered together and alone, I am afraid it would leave an indelible psychological shadow.

Ciel, who had been sleeping on the wooden raft, suddenly opened his eyes, "The gargoyles have sent a message, they have seen some scattered cockscomb eagles, we should have approached the river waterfall, is it coming ashore near here?" ”

Although the cockscomb eagle lives in the Troll Claw Mountains, most of them place their nests on the outskirts of the mountains due to the fact that there are troll tribes inside the mountains to avoid being hunted by trolls. The Gargoyle was able to spot the Cockscomb Eagle, indicating that they were not far from the exit of the mountain.

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and a relaxed smile appeared on their faces, and they were finally about to escape.

"Thank you, Mithra!" Winnie folded her palms and prayed to the goddess of magic, although she was not a believer, but her prayer was sincere.

"Ferral!" Elistin suddenly threw himself into Qin Lun's arms, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying, and crystal tears poured out of his eyes.

"Alright, alright!" Qin Lun sighed and gently patted the soft shoulder of the elf druid.

"Huh!" The crowd on the wooden raft let out a good-natured laugh, but there was a hint of inexplicable emotion no matter how it sounded.

Although only three people have been captured by the trolls, from the time they entered the Land of the Dead until now, everyone has experienced a thrilling adventure, and who can understand the hardships and hearts of them except themselves.

After more than two hours, they finally reached the waterfall of the river north of the Troll's Claw, and the sound of water roared in their ears like a herd of galloping horses. The mist rising from below the waterfall made it impossible for everyone to see what was going on, and a brilliant rainbow ran across the waterfall like a dream.

Standing on the embankment at the edge of the waterfall, I saw the winding river extending into the distance like a ribbon of brocade, embedded in the green earth. The dense forests on both sides of the river rustle in the wind, and the green canopy undulates like waves.

"It's beautiful!" Rick took off his helmet, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance with a deep gaze, and after a few moments, the knight suddenly turned back to his two mercenary companions and said, "Winnie, Largo, I'm going back!" ”

"Go back?" Largo and Winnie looked at each other, suddenly remembering something, and their eyes lit up.

"Commander, do you mean to go back to Char?" Largo asked in surprise, "But you said you were going to wait a little longer?" ”

"Well, I wanted to hone myself a little more, but now it seems like it was just an excuse." A wry smile appeared on Rick's resolute face, "This adventure has made me see myself clearly, what I lack is not strength, but a heart that has the courage to face it!" ”

PS: I'm sorry, everyone, I was too lazy to move as soon as Qingming stopped, and I didn't finish my mood until now.