Like the dwarven warriors who had managed to infiltrate the troll camp before, I clung to the trees on the side of the road, bypassing the four rudimentary log-made watchtowers on the other side of the road, and made my way slowly and cautiously towards the troll camp.

On two occasions I was a little negligent, as if the troll of the watchtower had sensed something, causing him to suddenly turn his head in my direction.

Thankfully, I was quick to see the opportunity, and as soon as I sensed that something was wrong, I immediately retreated into the thick shadows of the trees, and did not begin to move forward again until I was sure that he had turned his attention away from me.

Hell, this must be the work of wandering, right? I grumbled in horror, still envious of the peculiarities of the wanderers

"Stealth" ability. If I could hide my body from the other person's sight like they did, it would save me a lot of trouble.

Having managed to get around the four watchtowers, I quickly retreated to a secluded bush and hid behind it, taking advantage of no one noticing.

No sooner had I taken my form than the patrol sentry consisting of two foul axes and beheadings turned out from behind the hillwall on one side, just past where I had just stood.

It's better to come early than to come at a good time. I secretly rejoiced while wiping the cold sweat from my cheeks. A gust of mountain wind swept past me, making me feel a chill chill behind me.

After slipping through the tower guards, the rest of the problem is relatively easy. When the two troll sentinels passed in front of me again, I silently followed them, keeping a safe distance from them, never being noticed by them.

It didn't take long for me to make my way to the temple door. As the two groups of sentinels circled the back of the temple to meet, I sprinted a few steps headlong into the ruined temple gates.

The Filthy Axe Summoner lurking in the temple reacted without hesitation when he saw me rushing through the door.

Like the conjuring that the dwarven warrior had encountered with his exaggerated crying before, the troll in front of me had a quick stick on the floor

"Flame Crack Totem", then immediately raised the palms of both hands relatively flat in front of his chest, and whispered a magic spell, trying to unleash a powerful lightning spell to attack me.

With the experience of the dwarven warriors, I have long thought about how to deal with the trick of the Dirty Axe to summon spirits.

Before he could finish the spell, I took a big step and grabbed his side, striking him with the shield of my left arm and striking him on the head

The skill of "Shield Strike". I must say that this combat skill I had mastered on my own was far more practical than the ordinary techniques taught by the warrior trainers, and the blow not only interrupted the spell of the Dirty Axe's conjuring spirits, but also put him in an instant coma.

At this time,

The fire projectile from the Flame Crack Totem had already hit me, and a scorching sensation suddenly exploded on my right shoulder.

This was the first time I'd been hit by fire-based magic, and even though it was only the most rudimentary form of fireball, it still made me suffer.

Even though it didn't really pose a threat to my life, I could feel the air around me boil as if it were boiling at the moment of the magical flame's explosion, and every breath I took was painful from the heat, and I even wondered if my lobes and trachea would be cooked as the hot vapor poured into my chest.

I'd rather be slashed by a big axe with a headache than be scorched by the flames of magic like I am now.

While the Dirty Axe was in a coma, I swung my sword and slashed at my side

"Flame Crack Totem". This short totem pole was not strong at all, and it did not perform as well as a piece of hard wood in front of my sword, and three or two swords were cut to the ground, and the slightest glow of magic was no longer visible.

I stabbed the Dirty Axe three or four more times in a row to summon the spirit, and he regained his senses. The ugly green-skinned creature was clearly not dead yet, and as soon as he regained consciousness, he summoned his lightning magic again.

At first, I ignored him, but while he was reciting the incantation, I slashed two more swords in succession, until I saw that his incantation was about to end and the lightning light in my hand was getting brighter and brighter, that I suddenly became difficult, and the fighting qi in my body ran to the top of my head, and slammed my head upward, impartially on the bridge of his nose.

This one

The "Head Hammer" immediately interrupted the lightning magic spell of the Dirty Axe's conjuring spirit, easily defusing his counterattack.

And just like that, the unfortunate troll didn't even get a chance to fight back, and he was already reduced to less than a third of his health.

With only two hastily cast of momentary magic with little power, I cornered the Filthy Axe Conjure.

He struggled to get out of the temple gate and call for help, and I was prepared

The "Thrust" hit his vest, and he didn't even snort before he whimpered, and his soul immediately attached itself to my body and became part of my power.

If you think about it, it's actually a bit ironic, he's a dirty axe

"Conjuring", however, his own soul is destined to be impossible to be summoned by anyone again. So far, my movements have gone remarkably well, with the banner of the Dirty Axe Troll Tribe's slanted in front of me, and I can pull it out in my hand as soon as I stretch out my arm.

But I know that this is the closest I've come to success and the closest I've ever been to danger.

If my judgment fails, and my plan of action doesn't work as well as I thought it would, I'll be in the same situation as Exaggerated Crying, alone with dozens of furious trolls.

I'm not a wabu who can come back from the dead countless times, and if I die at the besiege of these ugly guys, my life will be over, and there will be no more.

Everything in this world is no longer connected to my soul. When I think about this, I can't help but cringe: am I really going to do this, to test a risky hypothesis with my only once life?

At this point, I still have a chance to give up, perhaps...... Maybe after a while, I can ask my friends to help me and join me in this job quest - just as we helped the beautiful Elven Beast Tamer Goose Formation.

As I watched the two patrolling groups of Dirty Axe Trolls drift away from the temple, I was truly shaken for a moment, and I only thought about giving up this adventure immediately, escaping from the troll camp and returning to my peaceful and safe life.

I looked back at the troll's banner, its fangs blood-red like a grinning mouth, mocking me contemptuously.

Am I a coward? I asked myself. Am I not outraged when I see this peaceful and beautiful mountain village swept away by these bloodthirsty ghosts and reduced to rubble, when I hear that all the villagers in this village have been slaughtered and none of them have survived, when I see the idol of the Most High God overthrown to the ground and the noble and pure faith ruthlessly trampled down?

I am a warrior, a warrior who should use his blood and body to resist brutality and protect the weak.

What is the point of my existence if I let my evil deeds go unleashed for fear of death, and if I leave behind the earnest entrustment of others?

Man should not easily give up his soul and squander his life on that meaningless adventure; But sometimes, there are always things that we need to risk our lives and take huge risks to accomplish.

Yes, I don't have the tenacity of countless opportunities like my friends in the air, and I may be weak compared to them.

But that's not a reason for me to be afraid of difficulties and rely entirely on them for my life. No matter how strong your friends are, they can't replace your own life, there are many things in this world, which should be faced by us alone!

Standing in front of the banner of the troll tribe, I once again composure, trying to adjust my breathing evenly, and rubbing the handful of sweat clenched in the palm of my right hand against my pants.

The troll sentries had now reached both sides of the village, the farthest they had gone in their patrol path; The closest Dirty Axe trolls to me right now are the two Dirty Axes standing at the barn door to behead, and it will take them at least fifteen seconds to get here, and I have to do everything in that time.

Reaching out, pulling flags, and running, green magical sirens burst into the sky, enveloping the entire village in a bleak color.

The fanged trolls were once again drawn to the alarm, their blades in their hands, their faces menacing, and they looked like they were going to make any alien thief who stole the symbol of the tribe pay the price of blood.