Darkness enveloped the world, and shadows filled the surroundings, and the sound of snakes swallowing everywhere followed.

Ron felt like he was in a world full of malice.

"What a lame opponent, are you afraid of me?"

Ron looked into the corner of the darkness, where the center of darkness and the source of Quetzalcoatl's aura came from.

Suddenly there was light in the darkness, and the burning flames dispelled the darkness.

Ron found himself standing in an empty hall at some point, and eight blazing torches lit up the walls around the hall.

Standing in the middle of the hall, Ron actually felt the vicissitudes of time, as if this hall had been buried in the ground for endless years.

In the center of the hall is a huge stone pillar with a diameter of more than ten meters, which extends up to the outside of the hall.

Ron soon realized that this was the inside of the altar, and that the huge stone pillar extending beyond the hall was supposed to be the statue of Quetzalcoatl.

A few meters away from the stone pillar, a completely static figure knelt on one knee facing the stone pillar, he had a burly body, even if he knelt on one knee, there was an ordinary man standing tall, he was naked, his bare skin was a well-known cyan, the angular muscle lines, showing that this body was also full of great strength.

His left hand was across his chest, and in his right hand he held a spear the thickness of an arm.

It was a troll, and Ron found a record of it from the True Eye.

This is a humanoid race, there have been glorious civilizations, ancient wizards have seen trolls in many worlds, and every adult troll is a natural warrior, they have a stronger body than humans.

And what worries Ron the most is that trolls are a race that worships totems.

Suddenly there was a dull drum beat in the hall, and the drum beat was so strong that even the air vibrated with the sound of the drums.

Ron frowned slightly, the sound of the drum coming from the troll's body, it was the sound of a heartbeat.

Such a strong heartbeat means that the owner of the heart must have a powerful body full of strength.

As his heart beats, the troll emerges from his silence and slowly rises to his feet, his movements very slow, but full of unstoppable strength.

When the troll fully stood up and turned to face him, Ron felt like he was facing a solid mountain.

Ron knew that this was an illusion of the troll's powerful power, and that such an illusion meant that the troll's power was still above him.

The troll's eyes were hollow, without a hint of brilliance, as if he were blind.

A trail of blood quickly filled the depths of the troll's eyes, and behind the scarlet color, Ron felt something familiar, like Griffith the Whimper of the Shattered Tower.

Ron instantly knew how this troll, who had been in the dust for endless years, had come back to life.

This troll has long since been left with an empty shell, and what flows in his body is the flesh and soul of the nine losers who were captured by the monster, and the real control of this body is the mark of the Quetzalcoatl in the center of the eyebrow.

"That's what you call eternal life?"

Feeling the criing resentment in the troll's body, Ron directly scolded Quetzalcoatl's hypocritical lies.

The troll's scarlet eyes stared at Ron, and he exhaled like thunder, and the sound shook the entire underground palace.

"Their flesh and soul are with me, that is, eternal life!"

"And you, blasphemer!" the troll spear pointed at and a bloody breath rushed to his face.

"I will put your head on my spear, and your soul will be the oil of the everlasting light, and your wailing will always reverberate in my kingdom. ”

Faced with the threat of Quetzalcoatl, Ron responded with a slight smile, "I seem to hear the defeated dog wailing!"

"Die!"

The enraged troll was covered in a thick mist of blood, and the tip of the spear was even more scarlet, and the power gathered in an instant made Ron feel a deadly threat.

Unlike the stiffness and mechanics of the previous control of Grimm, every movement of the Troll Storm is extremely fluid, full of beauty of power and speed.

Quetzalcoatl was clearly more accustomed to fighting with the troll's body.

With a single step, the troll narrowed the distance between the two men into range of the spear's attack.

A little scarlet light bloomed at the tip of the spear, and then the spear tumbled like a dragon and snake, stirring up the sound of wind and thunder in the room.

Ron's body retreated, and the strength of the troll in one shot was beyond that of ordinary first-order fighters, and Ron had to avoid it.

In particular, the power of blood permeated by the trolls made Ron feel the crisis, and the control of the power of blood by Quetzalcoatl was far above that of Moses, the new blood shadow wizard.

The troll's spear missed, and then the spear swung repeatedly, forcing Ron to retreat again and again, and for a moment, the room was filled with spear shadows, and the blood shadows were surging like a stormy wave.

And Ron is a small boat standing on the crest of the waves, rising and falling with the waves, and it seems that it will capsize under the huge waves at any moment.

However, despite the troll's roar, he swung his spear and unleashed hundreds of powerful attacks, and Ron's boat was still on the crest of the waves.

The spear swept over Ron's head, slashed past his ear, stabbed past his chest, swung under his feet.

Each spear just stabbed through him, but none of them hit Ron, and the only result was to cut off a bunch of Ron's flying hair.

At this moment, Ron hesitated for a dancer dancing on the tip of a knife, and a single negligence could have killed him on the spot.

The spear wielded by the troll with all his might, even if it was a true first-order warrior, would be equally difficult to resist without the resistance of defensive armor.

Ron didn't fight back immediately, using this combination of blood and resentful power to drive the attack, although it exploded extremely violently, and it was consumed just as quickly, as long as the troll exhausted the power he had drawn from the nine apprentices, the body naturally lost the ability to fight.

Moreover, Ron's speed was originally a few points slower than that of the troll, and now the dodge was close to his limit, and if he barely attacked, it was easy for the troll to catch the flaw.

Even if the troll's body is completely destroyed, Quetzalcoatl may not care, but Ron is still willing to cherish his body a little more.

In attack after attack, Ron sensed the decline of the troll's power, and as Ron had expected, the price paid to drive the troll's body gradually leaked out.

In the midst of the roar of the spear shadow, Ron, who had been dodging, suddenly sensed a dangerous aura coming.

There is a mysterious power in the hall that has been imprisoning the flow of blood power that has escaped from the hall.

The blood power emitted by the trolls, under the confinement of this power, converged, and a blood-colored feathered serpent phantom several meters long quietly appeared in the void.

The blood-colored Quetzalcoatl Phantom looked down condescendingly at Ron, who was embarrassed and dodging, and wisps of extreme tyranny gradually appeared in his eyes.