Croaking, the black-armored warrior turned into a frog in front of everyone's eyes, jumping around in a panic.

The aristocratic man on the side had already rushed in front of the priest, and the giant shield slammed into it.

Looking at the giant shield that collided with him, the troll priest sneered, as a troll species, even if it is a legal profession, he originally had the strength and physique comparable to the peak of a low-level warrior, especially after experiencing the baptism of flames and becoming a high-level priest, a kind of reborn change continued to evolve in him. High-level sacrifices hold various important positions in the troll society, not only because most of the core inheritance of the troll civilization comes from sacrifices, but also because of the terrifying combat power of high-level priests

A punch smashed on the giant shield, steadily blocking the impact of the giant shield while directly smashing the human warrior to one knee on the ground, but just as the sacrifice sneered and pressed down again, his face changed suddenly, and an amazing force suddenly erupted from the giant shield, instantly knocking the troll sacrifice away.

Taking a step back, the priest turned his head and saw a giant in his early three meters holding an iron shield that was originally a two-handed shield, but now it was only a one-handed shield, and slapped it towards him from top to bottom.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, Darcy Ruml threw his hand and stuck his staff on the ground, smashed his right hand into a fist on the shield, scattering the impact of the human warrior, and turned his left hand into a hand knife and slashed at the opponent's wrist, disarming the opponent's armament smoothly, and turning around with a kick to kick the black-armored warrior who had returned to human form and rushed over, smashing into the surrounding humans.

An elbow blow, drawn on the giant shield raised by the giant again, pressed the opponent back a few steps directly, flashed sideways, took advantage of the opponent's body imbalance, flashed to the giant's side, in his angry gaze, a leg directly made him fall to the ground, and when the giant ate a mouthful of dirt and roared up, a staff had already hit his head.

"Humans, dead or alive?"

Staring at the helmet that was close at hand, the troll priest said word by word.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the giant transformed by the noble man glanced at the staff that was almost poking into his helmet, staring at the troll sacrifice and said coldly.

"Here, it's my territory, my people, trolls!"

"Borrow the road, don't kill!" frowning and staring at the other party, the troll priest held back the impatience in his heart and whispered.

"Walking from here, you will pass through my village, and I need to make sure that my people are safe!" the giant slowly sat up, cleverly hiding the surprise that flashed in his eyes, and then his body gradually shrunk, turning into his original appearance, and even took off his helmet and said slowly to the troll sacrifice.

"You can follow!" Seeing that the other party was back to his original state, Darcyruml slowly withdrew his staff, and did not stop the advance of the black-armored warrior.

"So, Priest, welcome to Spring Kite Village!"

With the support of the black-armored warrior, the aristocratic man slowly stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and brought his helmet again, and even asked the black-armored warrior to readjust the clothes on his helmet and clear the dirt from other parts of his own place, before he made a noble salute to the troll sacrifice whose face was gloomy and obviously impatient.

"I need a nearest route out of this oak forest!" the troll priest did not respond immediately to the noble man's invitation, but glanced coldly at the villagers who were still surrounding him, and turned to the noble man.

With a twinkle in his eyes, Mardaran turned his head to the black-armored warrior beside him and commanded a few words, and after hearing this, the black-armored warrior glanced at the troll sacrifice, then turned his head and walked towards the surrounding villagers, and then led everyone slowly around the village to the northernmost point.

"Spring Kite Village is just a small village, priest, go straight through, but it will only take ten minutes!" Seeing that all the villagers had left, Mardaran was relieved in his heart, these manpower is his foundation, the land has always been here, and it will never disappear, but if these loyal lords are greatly damaged, it will have a great negative impact on his future development and plans.

Saying a word to the troll sacrifice, Mardaran walked towards the village, behind him, the three-meter-tall troll bent his back slightly, quietly following.

Climbing over a low wooden wall, a man and a troll really walked into the small village, and at this moment the village was silent, and I don't know if it was because all the villagers had moved to the north corner, or if it was already very late at night, under normal circumstances, the villagers should have fallen asleep.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two figures passed through the winding village road and came to a rough village gate made of oak wood, and in the upper left corner of the door hung a sign with three zi-spring kite villages neatly carved.

"Priest, leaving here is the human Stratholme, where there are far more humans than here!" Standing in the doorway, the noble man glanced at the darkness in the distance, turned to the troll priest and said.

Having been cautiously following the noble man all the way, the troll priest also looked at the darkness outside the village, and glanced at the sneaky figure in the village, with a hint of disdain on his face.

Indeed, in the last few hundred years, especially in recent decades, the main force to encircle Zumashal has changed from the elven rangers of the Northland Guard Tower to the human knights of the East Wall Fortress, but compared to the elves who have been entangled with trolls for tens of thousands of years, for these monkeys with a civilization history of only a few thousand years, the trolls will always involuntarily have a kind of contempt in their hearts, even if as a primitive priest, he clearly knows that this group of monkeys is actually far more dangerous and ferocious than the elves.

"Weak short-lived species!"

Muttering to himself, the troll priest didn't even look at the noble man, so he dodged over the wooden wall next to the village gate and flashed out of the village, turning into a black shadow and passing through the darkness in the distance.

But the moment the Troll Sacrifice took the second step, countless ice spikes emerged from the ground.

With a look of anger on his face, the priest rolled deftly, and the rough leather armor slammed and stabbed directly, but it was as easy as steel armor to break the ice thorns without any damage.

Turning over, Darcyrum's staff pointed to the door, but found that the noble warrior had once again turned into a giant, the bright silver armor was attached to his body as if it could be stretched, the staff flashed a trace of green light, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed into the giant's body, and with a bang, the giant turned into a giant frog with a small head, but it only lasted for less than two seconds, and the giant warrior returned to his original state, with a roar, raised his one-handed shield and slammed the lava fireballs that flew over, and rushed towards the troll sacrifice.

The skin that had turned red once again burst into flames, especially those magic patterns that appeared from time to time, like living creatures that stretched out the body of the troll, surrounding the surface of the skin, and the deadwood staff in his hand, although not wrapped around the flames, began to glow slightly red.

But just as the Troll Priest raised his staff, a very thin blade suddenly appeared at his neck and was reflected off the flames.