Escaping upstairs while under siege is not a good way out: in this way, there is less room to turn around, and it is further away from the exit. But for the exaggerated crying, this was his only way out, the trolls had blocked the door tightly, and if he didn't want to lie on the spot and be chopped into meat sauce, he had only one way to retreat from the stairs.

It seemed that the situation of this fellow dwarf of mine was terrible: the armor on his body fell to the ground in a long line, and he ran crookedly; The helmet hung diagonally on the back of the head, and if it weren't for the fact that the dwarves' skulls were generally larger, they would have been hanging up long ago; Even the sturdy boots did not escape the fate of breakage, and a large hole was broken in the front face of his right foot, leaving his shaggy toe outside. I guess if he's hacked like this a few more times, he'll have to run naked back to Reed City.

Although the trolls outside the door were not disturbed by the "Roar of Fear", they were blocked by their frightened companions, unable to follow behind, only a few "Flame Crack Totems" on the ground were still relentlessly setting off fireballs, but this level of attack was simply negligible compared to the countless deadly slashing of the big axe just now.

After a dozen seconds, the Dirty Axe Trolls, stunned by the Roar of Fear, came to their senses, roaring loudly in annoyance, wielding their clumsy weapons, and violently chasing the dwarven warriors upstairs.

I was eager to know what was going on upstairs, but the walls blocked my view and prevented me from seeing firsthand how the dwarven warriors were responding to the great crisis ahead. At this time, I had to remove the flannel stuffed in my ears and try to guess the battle situation on the second floor by the sound I heard.

"Ouch my mother!" As soon as I removed the cloth, I heard a terrible cry from the second floor of the temple, followed by a series of unspeakable screams. Just when I thought my fellow dwarves were about to die again, something unexpected happened......

On the second floor of the temple, there were several windows that were opening outward, facing different directions. At this moment, the dwarven warriors who were cornered probably found the only exit to break through the encirclement in desperation, and without hesitation, a fish jumped out of the window. His short, stocky figure did not become a burden to this Jedi leap in the slightest, and his agile and light body was like an elegant cheetah walking through the forest.

Only, there is a small problem: the window he chose does not seem to be so correct.

As I said, the temple is close to the rocks on one side and the village on both sides, and jumping out of the windows on these three sides will either jump onto the rocks or the hillside on one side, or fall on the road in the village, without causing much damage.

However, just on the back side of the temple, there is a cliff face.

Unfortunately, there were nearly ten windows on the second floor, and the desperate dwarven warrior cried exaggeratedly to death, but chose the one closest to the cliff and rushed out without hesitation. It wasn't until he reached the top of his jump and began to fall in free fall that he found himself floating around him with two floating clouds, and in front of him was a pleasing open and fertile field.

"Ah......h His cry was full of confidence and charm, echoing repeatedly in the mountains, and it did not disappear for a long time.

It wasn't until I chewed a small piece of apple cheese in my stomach, and wiped my greasy fingers off my armor that I heard a nauseous sound from the bottom of the cliff that made me feel sticky and wet, reminiscent of a rotten persimmon smashed against the wall.

Oh, that sounds like a cliff isn't low.

However, in this way, the exaggerated crying should be able to get out of the range of the troll tribe and no longer be affected by the soul bondage. This is not a good thing for him, who has been plagued by more than ten deaths. Hopefully, he will be able to complete his mission successfully after his resurrection at the resurrection point and forget about this unpleasant experience.

My heart is silently blessed for him.

In addition to the blessings, my heart was filled with gratitude for this stranger whom I had never known in life: his bravery—or rather recklessness—had inspired me immensely, and showed me a safe escape from the Dirty Axe Tribe's troll banner. I've been worrying about the hordes of trolls rushing in from all over the world, and I don't know how to resolve this big crisis if it were me. And now, I have a brilliant idea in my head, and while it still has the potential to fail, I feel that I have a good chance of succeeding.

To my delight, not long after he took a Horde flag, a brand new banner reappeared in the Temple, and my job record wasn't erased. This means that I still have a chance to complete this mission and become a war samurai.

Actually, it didn't come as a surprise to me: it's normal for a troll tribe to have an extra flag that symbolizes their tribe's symbol to be washed at any time. And on the continent of Falvi, we can all be used to the fact that five or six human heads are turned out of a corpse, let alone a small matter of just two flags.

Missing the dwarven warriors, the Axe Trolls looked around for a moment, then finally gave up their search and returned to their original posts. The Filthy Axe Evoker, who had been hidden in the temple, had died under the exaggerated weeping greatsword, and at some point, his body had disappeared, and a new Filthy Axe Evoker had taken the place of the deceased, pacing slowly back and forth in the temple.

Soon, everything was back to normal in the Dirty Axe Troll Tribe. No one was ashamed or angry about the loss of the tribal flag, as if everyone had gotten used to it.

Just when the storm of the stolen flag had cleared and everything was calming down, I saw the right moment and cautiously felt in the direction of the temple...... Fastest updates!