It's in the nature of trolls to be afraid of fire, and it's no wonder they prefer to live in damp and dark environments. "Ice Death" glows blue and sinks into the base of Sappas's thigh, piercing through.

The surface of the deep wound glowed with pale blue crystals, and the blood of the troll hunter tumbled in the veins, trying to use his body heat to fight the icy nature of "Ice Death". On the surface of the thin crystal, a trace of steam seeped outward, making a faint crisp sound, like a frozen lake shattering, and the crystals were densely covered with tiny cracks.

Sappas's movements on the plate stalled, his nerves paralyzed by the cold temperatures, both in motor control and perceptual responses, to a deeper degree.

"Uhh

The troll hunter was furious, and instead of waiting for help from his kind, he turned around and waved the trunk in his hand desperately, with only one goal in his eyes, which was to smash the white-haired head to pieces!

Trist maintained a confident expression, and in front of everyone's eyes, he chose to raise another scimitar, intending to resist the troll hunter's hammer attack!

The onlookers exclaimed, watching intently the development of the situation in the venue. The other four trolls arrived belatedly, but vaguely surrounded Trist and Josphink.

The trunk of the tree swung down the white-haired Drow's head as expected, and the thick stick was about the size of the opponent's head, and if Trist hadn't dodged, everyone could have almost predicted the tragedy of the blood splattering on the spot......

The white sword light came as expected, and the blade reflected Trist's resolute expression to resist Sabas's hammer attack. Young Drow's body felt the troll's onslaught, but what everyone feared didn't happen—Trist's body only sank slightly, but the "flash" was strong enough to block the troll's top-down blows.

The troll hunter seemed puzzled, and he looked down at the trunk in his hand, and then at the head full of white hair, which was still intact, and the beautiful lilac eyes were staring at him......

At this time, Sabas realized that he had lost sensation in one leg, leaving only the intense pain of ice and fire tormenting his nerves, and the heavy stick that fought back was weakened by the pain affecting his balance.

But even so, the troll's hammer was not something that ordinary drow elves could hard-catch, and Sabas knew this well, and he finally turned his gaze to the blue and white twin blades in Trist's hand.

Aware of the other party's puzzled gaze, Trist smiled casually, his left hand "Ice Death", with a frost magic effect on it, which can quickly reduce the temperature of all blades touching the target, and the right hand "flash", the appearance and structure do not seem to emphasize the offensive nature, and the thickness of the gauntlet and blade is strengthened in the heavy reality, and the shape that is slightly longer than the ordinary scimitar increases the defense radius to a greater extent.

Of course, there is no need to inform the other party.

No matter how cruel and selfish the trolls were, they remembered the role of unity in the realm of life and death, and then the chrysalis approached the two Trists who were fighting with Sabas.

However, they were surprised to find that their legs seemed to be filled with heavy lead stones, and it took a lot of energy to take every step, and the smell of sweat ran down their cheeks, and their originally thin legs became ornaments, and no matter how hard they tried, they could only watch the troll hunter continue to suffer from the combined blows of Trist and Josphink.

Trist gave a glance of approval not far away, such a support spell could not have been achieved without the help of Ronald, the Drow wizard. The young captain of the guard naturally did not waste this hard-won opportunity, and he shouted angrily, turning his left wrist with his hand, driving the blade of "Ice Death" to further tear the troll hunter's thigh wound.

Josfunk, who had already left more wounds on Sabas with his sword, had a tacit understanding with the captain of the guard, and Drow's dexterity was brought to full play.

The blade of the sword flew around the troll hunter, and in a short time Sabas was colored, and blue blood continued to flow down the wounds on the troll's limbs, and the originally dark skin was dyed a thick blue-brown.

No matter how resilient the troll was, the constant pain continued to irritate his nerves. Ronald puffed up, and maintaining the range of "sluggishness" was no longer an easy task for him, and the Drow wizard could no longer pull out his hand and release more spells to help Trist and the others.

The four trolls struggled, which put an even greater burden on the Drow wizard, and soon, one troll's movements were getting faster and faster, and the "sluggishness" had reached the limit of its casting!

"Cut off his legs!" Trist shouted to his companion.

"Flash" changed its intertwined position, and he used his skillful strength to defuse the force of the confrontation with Sabas, and slammed the tree trunk into the ground beside him from top to bottom, and then the "Ice Death" knife was full of light, and the blade slashed horizontally, with a fierce blue blood fountain.

At the same time, Josfink was not far behind, and the long sword pierced the opponent's thigh again. The Swift Dragon Knight stabbed in quickly, and then slashed out like mud with his horizontal hand in the direction of the blood groove!

The intense pain caused the troll hunter to scream, and the invincible Sabas let go of the trunk of the tree in his hand, and his legs were cut off, and he was unable to maintain his original balance, and he fell!

"Captain, quick!" Ronald yelled in the direction of Trist and the others.

One of the trolls had finally broken free from the Slowness Technique, and he seemed to see the Drow Wizard's breach, roaring wildly as he galloped towards him, as if intending to dispose of the trouble before Ronald could cast his next spell.

It didn't take him a few steps before the troll lost his balance and fell to the ground, propping up his heavy body on one arm, brushing away the dirt from his face with his large, twisted hands, and looking for the one who got in the way with his angry eyes.

"It seems that as long as you destroy their ability to move first, these trolls won't be able to make a lot of noise......" A woman's deep voice suddenly came from behind the troll's head, and before he could find the source of the sound, a black lightning-like figure quietly came behind him.

Sarah casually shot the crossbow bolt deep in the bracer at the opponent's legs at close range, and the crossbow arrows did not require any aiming action, because the female tracer shot directly against the opponent's flesh.

In addition to the stinging sensation of being interspersed with his flesh, what terrified him even more was the paralyzing sensation that came - these assassins from the shadows were all good at using poison, and the arrows were poisonous, and it had become one of the textbook styles.

But how can ordinary poison affect the resilience of trolls, as these 9-foot-tall creatures are inherently highly resistant to poison. But Sarah's real killer move wasn't poisoning......

Nervous paralysis affected the troll's perception and even made it impossible to move for a short time, and the troll expected that his recovery would be able to buy a certain amount of time, but when he turned his head to see the female tracer's movements, he looked horrified.

Sarah quickly tossed through the two short daggers with both hands, fiddling around with them, more like a surgical operation!