"Get out of the way!" the winged girl's anxious cry rang out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fallen troll suddenly stood up as if he had been pulled back up by resurrection, holding the ground with one hand and swinging his other claw to his side, enveloping Besco and Todak in attack at the same time.

The claws smashed through the dwarven warrior's scrambled defenses, shattering two more metal scales, a blow that Todak was lucky enough not to be harmed by the blow.

Besco heard Shirley's cry and wanted to draw his sword and retreat, but the rapier couldn't move as if it had been caught in a rock, and the wanderer, who had lost the best time to dodge, was slapped firmly on his body by this claw, only to hear the crisp sound of a broken bone, and rubbed more than ten meters of bloody marks on the ground.

Trolls have unimaginable self-healing abilities for ordinary creatures, and ordinary attack damage is almost fatal to him. Shirley also suddenly thought of this before issuing a warning, but the troll's recovery ability was beyond her imagination.

The arrow that pierced through the neck was broken by the troll's claws, pulled out and thrown on the ground, and the thin sword that was inserted into the heart was also pulled out by it, twisted into a ball and thrown away.

The troll rose from the ground, and there was no sign of it from the severed tendons or the pierced wounds—except for the slightly sparse hairs from the wounds.

"Monster, monster ......" the gnome priest was scared and wanted to back away, but there was a wall behind him, and he could only cling to it.

The troll's gaze first at Shirley and then back to Todak, the troll's sense of battle that it had retained during its lifetime made it realize that whoever it attacked would be blocked by the dwarven warrior's support skills.

The troll, who had judged this, hammered the ground in frustration and lunged towards Todak with his legs outstretched.

Todak roared, fearlessly confronting a massive monster two or three times his size.

The clatter of irises and claws and the muffled sound of heavy axes slashing into the troll's skin resounded in the tomb.

Shirley trotted to Besco's side, who was wounded and clawed with the fingertips of his claws snatching the rivets embedded in his leather armor away. Completely tore through the defense of the Douqi shield and inlaid leather armor, leaving three narrow and deep blood marks on his body, the flesh and skin flew up, the small round shield in the defensive hand also split the city in half, and his left arm was broken by the troll.

The defensive effect of inlaid leather armor is much lower than that of scale armor, and the defense level of Douqi, which is characterized by high penetration, is also far less heavy than that of shield warriors. The flimsy figure of the wanderer is exposed.

Shirley hurriedly poured a bottle of healing potion into Besco, and the latter's pale face showed a trace of blood, and his consciousness was a little clearer.

"This monster, why didn't he die. Besco gritted his teeth as he looked at the troll who had quickly gained the upper hand in the battle.

"I didn't recognize my mistake at first. Shirley lifted Besco up against the wall, "These are trolls, most of the damage can't fatal them, their weaknesses are strong acid and fire. I didn't have any props ready. ”

"Flames......" Besco continued, swallowing the blood from his mouth. "On the third layer of my waist bag, there is a bottle of fiery glue, you can help me take it out. ”

Shirley immediately rummaged through Besco's fanny pack and soon found a black glass bottle with a sign of danger painted with red paint.

Besco tried to raise his hand, but the slightest movement touched the wound, and he gasped and was forced to stop.

Shirley clenched the bottle in her hand: "I'll do it, I know how to do it." ”

Besco nodded with difficulty: "Go ahead." ”

Trolls and Todak on the battlefield head-on. Todak was surrounded by a faint runic sign, and a faint silver light was attached to it.

Brute Force, which increases the level of strength, is blessed on Todak. It allowed him to resist the trolls' constant onslaught. The secondary rejuvenation technique with a continuous healing effect allowed him to repair some minor damage to his muscles every time he received an attack, and he was able to continue to hold on even if he fell into a disadvantage.

The troll failed to knock the dwarf down after a dozen attacks in a row, which made it feel impatient, and it slammed down with its hands together like a drum.

"Bang!" a near-explosion sounded, and Todak's well-erected shield caused the troll's attack to slide to the side before it could quite work.

The stone in the burial chamber under the feet of the dwarven warrior behind the shield shattered into several pieces at once, but there was not a trace on the surface of the kite shield that had withstood the blow for so long.

Todak frowned. He felt that his body was becoming tired, which was the result of high-intensity confrontation, and the troll's recovery ability was not only manifested in self-healing, but also in physical strength, and continued to fight. I can't last long.

"Hum-" The sound of the bowstring vibrating.

The winged girl who had been aiming for a long time let go of the bowstring between her fingers, and the force of the longbow's rebound acted on the arrow, and the arrow flew out silently, hitting the fiery glue glass bottle that had been thrown first, but instead of shattering it, it pushed the fiery glue glass vial heavily against the slightly sparse fur on the troll's back - a position that had been struck by Besco, and the newborn flesh was not hard enough.

The power of the fighting energy contained in the arrow branch was revealed, and the half-green and half-silver fighting energy condensed into a sharp arrow to cut through this point, and the arrow branch drilled into the troll's body and heart with blazing glue.

The glass bottle is broken.

A viscous liquid flowed out of the glass bottle and burned violently upon contact with the fresh oxygen in the troll's blood.

In just two seconds, the troll's heart was burned out by the hot flames.

Twenty seconds later, the frozen, immobile troll turned into a torch and fell to the ground, completely dead.

"This time it's really solved. Shirley let go of the longbow in her hand and sat down on her knees weakly.

Shirley wiped her forehead and realized that she was sweating profusely.

Shooting this all-induced arrow, Shirley felt that she was only one step away from breaking through, and the hidden edge arrow of that arrow just now was a pure fighting skill, a special bow and arrow skill that only silver archers could master.

"Congratulations. Besco sat down beside Shirley with Urgie's help.

"Just a little slower than you. Shirley glanced sideways at him.

The wings behind him are fully spread and slowly retracted, which can be regarded as stretching.

"I don't know what this troll has to offer us. Besco coughed lightly.

"Money, a lot of money!" cried out to Arch as he leaned on the sarcophagus.

The Dragon Worshipper had been the supreme leader of the Dragon Worship Cult, and his funeral goods were certainly not short, but the thousands of gold coins that covered the entire bottom of the sarcophagus were still beyond their expectations.

A dragon-headed priest's staff was also stored in the sarcophagus as a funerary object, and the dark green gemstone eyes of the dragon's head stared at the dwarf priest who picked it up as if it were alive. (To be continued.) )