The sound of the bowstring arrived almost at the same time as the feathered arrows, and the sharp arrows burrowed into the gaps in the cervical vertebrae, shattering the only support for the skull. The other two arrows were stuck at the junction of the neck and shoulders, severing the thick blood vessels. Under the tremendous pressure of the heart, the blood was squeezed out like a fountain, forming a red rain mist in the sky.

Siegel's elemental weapons burst with power, setting the ogre's flesh on fire, burning beneath the skin. The bright red light reflected through the skin, and smoke rose from the trolls' eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils. Such an injury could not be saved, neither regeneration nor healing ability, and the troll's huge body fell to the ground, and the skeletal staff in his hand rolled out for a long time.

With his death, the magic that shrouded the trolls began to dissipate, causing their strength and speed to decrease, and their regenerative abilities gradually returned to their original levels. Originally, they suffered a lot in martial arts, but now their weapons could not take a big advantage in front of steel armor, and the advantage they had just gained immediately disappeared, and the battle began to stalemate again.

The besieged knights were in high spirits and saw a tangible hope of victory. They roared and encouraged each other loudly, trying to force strength out of their bodies' potential. They firmly believed that as long as they had ten more minutes, they would be able to sit down on the corpse of the enemy and rest, and naturally they would no longer have any reservations.

Leah drew her bow frequently, and her feathered arrows were fired at the enemy. Elves shoot quickly and accurately, even if they shoot at an enemy in the middle of a scuffle, they won't accidentally hurt their allies. The ironclad trolls were too busy to avoid or block every feathered arrow, choosing to use their uncritical bodies, most of the time, arms as shields. Blood flowed down the wound. They began to slow down. The enemy on the back of the abdomen demoralized them.

"Kill them or scare them away?" Siegel asked.

"Not a single one remains. Leah's tone was firm.

So Siegel nodded. Pat your head with your hand and make yourself invisible. He approached the battlefield below the hill to a distance where he could clearly feel the life force of the knights with his psionic vision, then pulled out the scroll and infused the power of the water and earth elementals into the bodies of his allies.

The bodies of the eight warriors swelled violently, and their weapons and armor grew in size under the effects of magic. In just two breaths, the warriors surpassed the trolls in size and were two heads taller. The trolls retreated in horror. However, it is just at the best attack distance of the longsword (greatsword).

The warriors had a silent tacit understanding, and at the same time they launched a final counterattack. The gigantic weapon, combined with its massive size and strength, overwhelmed the trolls' defenses in an instant. First, the axe was crushed, then the arm was severed, and finally even the iron armor on the body could not withstand the attack of the weapon. In a continuous wail, the broken corpses of the trolls fell one after another, piled on top of each other.

Casting the spell that turned all the giants also made Siegel appear in his form, but at this point, victory was a foregone conclusion, and there was no danger.

"While the effect of the spell is not over, everyone stacks the corpses of the trolls together. Siegel said, "The bodies must be burned with fire. They won't be resurrected!"

"Listen to this mage. The injured brown-haired man said.

Everyone was busy picking up the broken corpses as much as possible. Legend has it that trolls can regenerate only a small piece of their fingernail - but of course this is just a misinformation from the villagers. But it also reflects the powerful regenerative ability of this monster in one aspect.

Siegel summons the power of the fire elemental and sets the corpse on fire. The flame likes this fuel very much, and even blood can help it, so it burns vigorously. The warriors worked together in pairs to throw the trolls into the fire like firewood.

At this time, the brown-haired man, supported by his female companion, walked up to Siegel and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Master, for your kind assistance. I'm Dennis Leslie, a merchant from Waterdeep, and this is my wife, Daina. ”

"Siegel Squid, Lord Heim. The mage replied, "It is the right thing to do to help you." ”

"I've heard of you, the pioneer knight of Waterdeep and the royal baron of the Starry Kingdom. Dennis hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook it with Siegel: "Waterdeep already has your poetry to sing about your contributions to the orc war. I've always wanted to meet you and hear your story about your adventures. ”

"Poetry?" Siegel was stunned for a moment. He had asked Fezak to tell his story when he was leading the orcs south, in order to increase his prestige and cohesion, but he never expected poetry to appear. The mage pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt that this was a good idea. Perhaps through the troubadour, the message of the implicit warning can be conveyed through poetry, perhaps it will attract the attention of the people, or eventually the leaders will also get the attention of the leaders. Waterdeep is now the base of the Knox Guild, and it won't work very well, but it's not impossible for music-loving elves. If they can win the favor of the elves, soon the lords of the south will follow suit, inviting the troubadours to perform. To a certain extent, this is more effective than he wrote letters to each lord, and it is also more secure and less likely to be exposed.

The only problem is the right piece. Siegel couldn't solve this problem for the time being, so he could only keep the plan in his heart. If you meet a talented troubadour, let's do it.

"I wonder where you're going?" Siegel asked, "Why did the trolls attack you?"

Dennis spread out his hand with a very helpless expression: "We just finished playing and collecting wind in the Elven Forest, and we are about to return to Waterdeep City, and we don't know where to provoke this group of trolls." We've never seen each other before, but they seem determined to kill me and my wife. If it weren't for the warriors' rescue, I'm afraid we would have died in this wilderness like those poor people. ”

"These trolls believe in the god of murder, I'm afraid you won't have peace along the way. Siegel could hear Dennis's excuses, but he didn't want to delve into them either—after all, it was understandable that he didn't want to tell strangers information that might harm him. "Think about your enemies, who might hire trolls, or who might have anything to do with them. ”

Dennis frowned, looked at his wife, and said to Siegel, "I really can't think of it. I'm just a low-key businessman, dealing in ordinary goods, and I don't have any conflicts with others. It stands to reason that the chances of kidnapping me are much higher than killing me, but these trolls are clearly here for my life!"

"If you can't guess where the other person comes from, then no one else can help much. Siegel said, "I can only remind you to be more careful. The gods of murder have many methods, and they are actually better at hiding in the dark and using intrigues to take people's lives. I'm afraid there won't be too many opportunities for a head-to-head confrontation like this. ”

"I'll step up my defense. Dennis said, "There's a council of mages in Waterdeep, where trolls don't dare to make trouble. I will not let my guard down until I find the messengers of the Lord and destroy them. ”

"If I were you, I would choose the Temple of Dawn. Siegel said, "The Mage Guild is not the best option. ”

"Why do you say that?" Dennis asked curiously, "I remember you were also a member of the Mage Federation, didn't you?"

Siegel smiled, patted his robes with his hand, and said, "The Mage Federation prefers research, and the God of Murder is just another object of study for us. A mage is never qualified as a bodyguard, but a priest with a strong faith who can focus on giving is different. The priest of the Temple of Dawn is even more scornful of the teachings of the god of murder, and if he hears that you have been hunted down by the followers of this evil god, he will surely be happy to thwart the enemy's plot and help you. ”

"You have a point. Dennis said, "However, there is no Temple of Dawn in Waterdeep, only a few altars scattered around, at least I have not heard of a serious priest of Dawn presiding over it. ”

"Even if you know the direction, many times you need to walk out of the wilderness with your feet. Siegel said, "Our mission is accomplished, and now we have to part with you." Waterdeep is in the northeast, and we will be heading west, so we can't accompany you back to Waterdeep. ”

"Ahh ”

"No need. Siegel said, "There will be opportunities in the future, I wish you a safe journey." ”

Siegel saluted and turned to leave, and Leah retrieved a number of arrows from the corpse to replenish her quiver. She watched the busy warriors from afar, noticing their patterns of movement and their gestures.

"These people are uniformly trained. When the two of them were already away from Dennis on horseback, Leah said: "They work together in a tacit manner, and many of the little habits are the same: the act of carrying heavy objects on the shoulders, and the way of disassembling the trophies of the enemy. And they are by no means mercenaries, mercenaries do not have such good discipline and will not fight to the death. ”

"Family guards. "They must have been together since childhood, trained by the same coach. Since these people were not knights, they had to be supported by their own money, which was quite expensive. With the exception of the royal family and the great nobility, few people could afford such an expense. ”

Leah turned back on her horse and said to Siegel, "What else do you see?"

"Two cooks, two retinues, three maids, and six other warriors. "But I didn't see their carriages or other means of transport, nor did I see carts loaded with supplies." They must have a camp nearby, and the size of the team is more than what we see. ”

"Are there any lords like that around?" asked Leah.

Siegel shook his head: "The fabric of their clothes is not bad, and the standard of armor and weapons is completely uniform. The most plausible guess I can make is Waterdeep, and Dennis is likely to be a member of the Masked Lords' Council. ”

"Why?"

"As the blood clotted from his face, it formed a distinct border between his ears and cheeks. Siegel replied, "The indentation of the mask." (To be continued......)