Out of the corner of their eyes, the members of the guard immediately caught the trolls charging in unison, the ground trembling slightly in the load, and Josphink, who was the chief knight, was even more aware that the sound of the other party's charge was more like dozens of swift dragoons charging in formation.

Courage is courage, but not ignorance. Trist is in a dilemma - the trolls in front of him are approaching rapidly, and the strange power of any one is not something he can resist head-on, proximity means grappling, and the grappling can rely on his flexible body, but he is a warrior, and behind him is the young Drow wizard, if he retreats, the first person to be attacked must be the relatively weak Ronald.

In the face of resilient trolls, the power of wizards is essential. Fierce and resilient, trolls with a severed limb can't stop their ability to fight—and, given enough time, a new limb can grow back at the severed arm.

If the severed arm and stump were returned to the cut in time, the trolls could even reattach their limbs and be intact in an instant.

Only fire and strong acid can deal effective damage!

"What should I do?" Trist hesitated, unsure of his strategy for a moment. However, Drow is basically a combat team, and each of these four can be called experienced in a hundred battles.

The sorcerer Ronald was no less serious than the captain of the guard, as a spellcaster, he knew the importance of the avant-garde, and Trist had not acted, but stood in front of him, which made Ronald wonder about the other party's concerns.

"Captain of the Guard, don't worry too much about me. Drow Wizard said in a small voice, "Although the spells of flames and strong acid have been prepared for a long time, but there are as many as five opponents at the moment, and the inventory is not enough to destroy all the opponents......"

"Do you need to find an opportunity?" Trist quickly understood the other party's intentions, but he still asked with some concern, "But once the trolls are close, it will be difficult for you to get out......

Ronald pulled out his wand pinned to his waist, and by the glimmer of the torch, Trist could see the sly smile on the other party's face, "Captain of the guard, you can go out on your own." Don't worry too much about me, I'll be mindful of the distance between them and look for opportunities to limit their movement. ”

Trist didn't say much, he raised his hand and punched it lightly in his chest, turning and rushing towards the troll hunter Sabas who was leading him.

He walked smoothly and moved swiftly, like an arrow shuttling through the darkness, with two rays of blue and white light, the arrow shot at the array of trolls that were still marching.

Josphink ran side-by-side beside Trist, his long sword blade placed on the other side of his body with both hands, the silver-white metal mirror reflecting the figure of the captain of the guard. The two coincided, their positions staggered with each other, and they greeted Sabas one after the other.

And the female martial artist Sarah, at this time, has lost her figure in the eyes of everyone in the field.

"Josfunk, pay attention to the tempo of the attack. ”

The Dragon Knight grinned, his wrist flickering his sword, and continued to keep his eyes on the front, believing that the other party's afterglow would definitely notice this.

The wide terrain was not conducive to the Drow's movements. Ryst slumped down with "Ice Death" and "Glitter", staggering the thick trunk of the troll hunter's hand, and the heavy long object fell to the ground like the white tips of the captain's raised hair, splashing a curtain of earth and stone.

Trist was able to avoid the attack, and the screeching of the tree trunk irritating the eardrums of the young drow. Trist rolled his short body, unloading the inertia of rushing on the ground, and taking advantage of the interval between the other party's regain of the trunk, the captain of the guard immediately turned around, crossed his scimitars with both hands, and the blue and white blades slashed at the troll hunter's lower plate without hesitation.

The troll's lanky but tough lower limbs stopped Trist's fierce onslaught. Sabbas screamed in pain, and reflexively, the trunk in his hand, despite the fact that the tip was still embedded in the soil, swung and swept towards the white drow of his short body, and the faster than the long stick of the trunk was the mud and stone projectiles that sprayed from all over his face!

The barrage of earth and rocks obscured Trist's field of observation, and the faint arrival of tiny debris struck the lilac eyes so painfully that Trist had to close his eyes, but in this way, he could not visually discern the trajectory of the hammer blow from the trunk.

Instinctively, Trist curled up in a ball and rolled in the opposite direction, trying to distance himself from the troll hunter. However, how could Sabbas give up the results of the battle, the heavy trunk swept around him, and with the force of the swing of the recoil, the tall body of the troll hunter ricocheted towards the captain of the guard not far away.

Josphink was holding his sword to support the white-haired Drow, the tip of the sword stabbing into the troll hunter's lower body from a tricky angle, and the dragon knight planned to make a fuss about the two bright red wounds.

However, Sabas's body turned like a stroke of genius, and the trunk of the tree was like a thick but dexterous club in his hand—the Troll Hunter seemed to be very confident in his durable body, and he used his free arm as a shield and a strong stick on the other side, and took the Dragon Knight's waist with a strong stick on the other!

Seeing that the thick stick was about to cause irreparable consequences to himself, Josphink actually made an incredible move - he half-crouched, let the center of gravity sink rapidly, and at the same time turned and fell face down, as if he was riding a tacit dragon under him, and the long sword turned into a knight's halberd, still unrelenting to stab the opponent's vital point!

The trunk of the tree slowly brushed through the eyes of the dragon knight, and the hairs on Josfunk's body had long since stood up as the crisis came, and the tip of his towering nose felt the wind pressure of the stick sweep, and he could even clearly smell the hernia of wet rot and erosion characteristic of swamp plants.

Josphink's actions gave Trist a hard-earned respite, and he reopened his eyes, and while Sabas was about to retaliate against the Dragon Knight, he slightly stirred the ground with the soles of his feet, and then glided towards the Troll Hunter.

However, Sabas, who sensed the movement behind him, was unable to respond in time, and he could not even inflict further furious blows on the Dragon Knight, and he forcibly stopped the riot because he saw a scorching red orb roaring towards him in the darkness.

Fireball!

"Coward!" Sabbas jumped to his feet angrily, the combat effectiveness displayed by this patrol guard was completely different from what he had encountered before, and Sabas, who was not too intelligent in intelligence, attributed this crux to the problem of the disparity in numbers. With a flash of inspiration in his mind, he threw the trunk of the tree in his hand hard at the approaching fire spell.

"Bastards, what are you doing! Come and protect Lao Tzu!" The explosion engulfed the trunks of the trees in the air, and the heat wave spread in the air, and rapidly radiated and expanded, the heat rolled to Sabas's side, so that he couldn't help but cross his hands in front of his chest, the heat of the red flame burned on the troll's arm, and the numbing pain was transmitted through Sabas's nerves.

And on his face, the look of horror was unobstructed.