The man was dressed in sturdy bronze armor, with a short purple cloak fluttering in the wind, and a two-handed broadsword with a bronze blade on his back, and his steps were solid and powerful.

Like me, he was a warrior, except that he was shorter and thicker. Although the helmet obscured his face, it could not hide his long, pigtailed golden beard, and there was no doubt that he was a dwarven warrior.

On his head is the name of his soul: exaggerated crying. Compared with his rugged and heroic appearance, the name is sad and mournful, and it seems very disproportionate.

The unexpected appearance of this dwarven warrior disrupted my plan of action, and I was afraid that he would recklessly mislead me, and I was curious about the purpose of his visit, so I lurked in my place, equipped with my own hand

"Telescope", quietly observing his movements. The dwarven warrior moved unexpectedly cautiously, clinging to the trees by the roadside, his eyes fixed on the nearest troll sentry, his feet slowly moving forward.

When he was closest to the troll outpost, one of the sentry posts

The "Dirty Axe Beheading" spun in his direction, and thinking that his actions had alarmed the sentry, he immediately retracted his right foot like a cat, and turned behind the tree beside him.

But it was just a false alarm, a moment later, that

Dirty Axe turned back again, and with a long breath, he recoiled around the trunk of the tree and carefully walked through the troll outpost.

The success of passing through the first guard post strengthened his attentiveness, which was called

The "Exaggerated Crying" dwarven warrior expertly reached for the second sentry and soon successfully traversed it using the same method.

It seems that he must have gone through the same observations and reflections as me, and came to the same conclusions, and even chose to enter the ruins of the village in the exact same way as I had imagined, except that we were in the opposite direction.

Seeing him make it through the last guard made me feel a lot more at ease—at least, he proved me right, that I could sneak into the village without alerting a troll if I kept my distance carefully.

Just as he was about to continue his approach to the temple, a patrol post consisting of two Pollution Axe warriors stepped out of the alleyway on the right.

He immediately shrunk his neck alertly, and turned back to the place where he had been. When the two patrol posts met in front of the temple gate, and then both turned into the back of the temple, the dwarven warriors immediately rushed to the pocket-sized temple in the center of the village with all their strength.

The dwarf's running posture was not graceful, his short legs were already thick and bulky, his body was short and fat, and his long head and beard were still floating in front of his face, so that he had to stretch out a hand and grab his eyebrows and mustache so that he would not be obstructed by them.

He ran like a giant lump of flesh with golden hair rolling on the ground, and with a pair of combat boots inlaid with metal plates, he would come out with every step

I was surprised by the sound of "clang", the trolls seemed to have two long, sharp ears for nothing, and they could not hear such a distinct sound, and let him approach the temple.

The mobile sentry leaves the temple door long enough for the exaggerated cry to run into the temple.

I'm starting to feel that something is wrong with this - his goal seems to be the same as mine, the banner of the Dirty Axe Troll Tribe.

As soon as he entered the temple, a small fireball suddenly struck him head-on, exploding on the dwarven warrior's breastplate.

This attack was not serious, it only consumed fifteen points of his life, and then, one

The "Dirty Axe Conjuring" came out of the corner with his back to me. Wielding a heavy stick, he stood about five paces away from the exaggerated cry and chanted the incantation, gathering a flickering flash of lightning in his hand.

A mysteriously carved totem pole was stuck right next to him, and once again it was unleashing a small fireball at the dwarven warrior.

This one

The "Flame Crack Totem" is the lowest of the various fire attack totem spells, and can be released from the totem pole for a period of time

"Fire Bomb" magic. This totem is an effective help against low-level enemies, but for opponents of higher rank, fireballs with relatively small lethality can only play a harassing role at best.

Because I had been hiding behind the wall with my back to me, I had never seen an enemy hidden in the temple.

Thankfully, the exaggerated cry rushed into the temple before me, and took this guardian temple

The "Dirty Axe Conjuring" has led to it, and if I break in alone, I'm afraid I will inevitably have to pay for this enemy who is not calculated.

The dwarven warriors who were attacked by surprise were not in a hurry. He ignored the faint damage of the Flame Crack Totem and rushed straight at the one that was unleashing the attack spell

"Dirty Axe Conjure", without even drawing his sword, slammed his backhand punch into the troll's long face.

Just before the spell was cast, the dwarven warrior leaped upwards and tried to shake off his neck and raise his head to the long green face that was summoning the spirit of the dirty axe in a brave dashing motion, and the hard helmet just happened to slam into the troll's jaw—the only place he could hit the tall troll's entire face, of course—just enough to interrupt the troll's spell.

This trick is called

"Head Hammer" is a very effective skill for warriors to deal with spellcasting. It deals very little damage, but it also consumes only five points of Fighting Energy, and it is able to interrupt the opponent's chant in battle and gain a head start, which is a very inexpensive skill against an opponent with a spellcasting class.

The only thing that's a shame is that this skill has a slightly longer cooldown, and it always comes with some sore brains.

Interrupting the interpretation of the Dirty Axe's soul summoning, the exaggerated cry immediately reflexively took his long sword from his back.

Although most of the dwarven warriors used rugged and heavy warhammers or tomahawks as their weapons to show their courage and strength, the two-handed sword did not show the slightest weakness in the hands of the dwarven warrior.

Honestly, if this thing wasn't bladed on both sides, I'd rather think of it as a giant axe.

The length of this two-handed sword is about the same as the height of this dwarven warrior, and in my opinion, I am afraid that this sword is even longer, and the thickest part of the blade is almost thicker than two slaps stacked together, and I think that even if it is not used to slash, just slap it horizontally with the blade of the sword, this murder weapon is deadly enough.

With just two swords, the Flame Crack Totem was slashed to the ground by the dwarven warrior, and at this moment, the Filthy Axe Conjuring finally summoned a bright and sharp arc of lightning, knocking out the exaggerated cry.

However, it was the only time he had unleashed a truly threatening spell on the dwarven warrior, and then with an exaggerated cry he picked up his heavy sword and completely suppressed the tattered Dirty Axe Conjuring with a storm of fierce onslaught.

Aside from a few simple spells that could be instantaneous, the Dirty Axe Spirits never produced a decent offensive spell.

He also struggled to fight his opponents with his rudimentary wooden staff, but the trolls in cloth armor cast spells that no matter how desperate they were, they had no chance against the dwarven warriors who wielded greatswords and used their brave hand-to-hand combat skills as a means of survival.

It didn't take long for the life of the Filthy Axe Summoner to reach its final limit, and now this wicked and ugly creature felt the most dreadful death, and rushed towards the temple door with a terrified face.

The skilled dwarven warrior left him no chance to escape, and he leaped forward, slashing down with his heavy sword from top to bottom, instantly slashing the hapless Filthy Axe Conjuring to the ground.

The troll's soul turned into a white light, and in an instant, it turned into a soul tonic that strengthened the opponent's strength. At the same time, two mobile troll sentry posts had just come out of behind the temple, and none of them had appeared in the temple.

It was a little frustrating to see the exaggerated cry reaching for the tribal banner of the Dirty Axe Troll without hindrance.

If I had come one step earlier, this flag would have been mine. Now that this guy has a head start, I don't know if I have a chance to save this mission, and I don't know if my transfer process will be affected.

Just when I secretly regretted my anxiety, the exaggerated cry clenched the flag without hesitation and slammed it upward...... A green flame of magical light shot into the sky, scattering with a loud explosion.

Under the reflection of the green flames, I saw the dwarven warrior's face turn a pale green, and he looked around in a bit of a panic.

It seems that the trolls of the entire village have seen this magical light......