The campfire casts a flickering shadow on the wall, startling Siegel. He looked closely and saw that it was nothing more than a projection of himself. 'Nervous, shadows!' Siegel cursed, adjusting his mood, relaxing his breathing, and focusing his senses on his surroundings. He crept closer to the little package, getting closer and closer.

At this moment, the overhead began to rumble again, and the passage was accompanied by the shouts of "Don't~~~, help~~~". The trolls are woken up, sneezes, picks their noses with their hands, and their eyes are slowly opening.

Seegal made a desperate bet and quickly picked up the package and turned around and ran back. He kicked the bottle on the ground and made a rattling sound, which made his heart rate soar instantly, and his feet couldn't help but speed up a few points. The trolls looked up and almost saw Siegel disappearing around the corner. At this moment, a bound man slipped down the passage and fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled so hard that the bottles on the ground were rolling and swaying, making a loud noise.

Both trolls sat up, stared at the fallen man with ugly, huge eyes, and grunted a few words. The man who was tied up was frightened, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and feces and urine flowed sideways.

"Tell me, what did you do?" a trolls began to use the lingua franca, still mixed with thick nasal sounds and grinding teeth, but Siegel finally understood.

"I ...... I stole the old lady's silver ornaments, exchanged them for money, and was caught. The man said in a shabby voice.

"It's not a good story, let's eat him," said an ogre.

"Don't worry, let me ask carefully, he must have done more than that. The other turned his head and said viciously, "You did such a bad thing, this story is not enough to stuff your teeth!"

"I ...... I also ...... "The man couldn't move his hands or feet, and he twisted like an earthworm on the ground." The trolls stepped on one of their big feet, and the man was immediately unable to struggle. "Tell your story!" shouted the trolls. In the fear of death, the bound people began to babble.

"Of course there is more to the story, of course than ......," said the man, "I want to think about it...... I'm Madame's groom, but I'm not attentive all day long, and I'm always making mistakes......"

"What's wrong with something? It's not a good story!"

"I didn't ...... Ah, there are yes, of course there are good ones. The reason I was wrong was because I had thoughts about my wife, and I had a lot of wrong thoughts about her, and not only did I have ideas, but I also started them. The man began to make up stories.

The two cannibals sat down with great interest, and with a huge glass in their hands, they raised their heads and drank a sip of foaming ale, and began to listen to him.

The more the story is made, the more outrageous it becomes, and the groom becomes a big villain who does all kinds of evil in the story. He raped his wife, who had a kindness to him, killed her entire family in person, took hostages against the town's guards, and then slaughtered the hostages.

"And how did you get caught?" the trolls asked curiously.

"When...... Someone sneaked up on it, of course!" the storyteller hastened to fill the loophole. "It was attacked from behind by Madame, and that slut hit me on the head. You see, I still have wounds here. ”

Sure enough, there was a large area on the groom's head where there was no hair, but it was not a wound, but a leprosy.

"What a story of adventure!" said the two trolls, "why don't you join us, I like such villains!"

"Yes, yes, I'm going to join you!" the man shouted, "I would very much like to be your companion!"

"Then I'll take him for the induction ceremony, you pack up the chickens in the bag, and then come to breakfast together. The other trolls squeezed his eyes and stood up, his flesh trembling. He laughed and said, "It's time for a change of taste today." ”

With that, it carried the tied guy on its shoulders and left the room amid his shouts of "Thank you, two big brothers, I want to join you".

Siegel was nervous as he saw all this. 'Hurry up, you idiot, you can't save him.' He said to himself, "It's nothing to see, you're no match for trolls." He thought so as he pulled out his light crossbow. When he pulled out the scimitar, he changed his mind.

'I'm going to try!'

He secretly looked at the trolls in the room, and now the situation was perfect. The giant humanoid monster was facing away from Siegel, in front of the campfire. He was making a strange grunting sound, plucking the feathers from the chicken with his huge fingers. The trolls have no idea that there is a hidden killer behind him.

Siegel picked up his crossbow, then thought about it and realized that a short bolt would probably not be able to penetrate the trolls' thick skin. He lowered his crossbow and walked towards the back of the troll, holding his scimitar in both hands.

The monster didn't notice it, which was good news for Siegel. He aimed in the direction of the monster's heart on the left side of its back—Siegel guessed that the monster's heart should be there, and slashed it down.

Unexpectedly, this time it actually slashed into the bone, and the scimitar was flicked away, only to make a cut in the back of the trolls, making it bleed yellow-brown blood. The trolls roared and turned to see the enemy sneaking up on him. He yelled angrily, ready to stand up and have a good fight.

Siegel didn't expect this to happen, but he didn't panic either. 'If that doesn't work, do it again!' he raised his scimitar again, this time slashing at the troll's waist.

Avoiding the shoulder blades and ribs, the blade cut through the troll's skin and into the guts. Even for a trolls with rough skin and thick flesh and tough life, this is unbearable. It raised its elbows and swung it backwards with all its might, intent on knocking the thief away from behind.

Siegel only felt the evil wind blowing in his face, and a short body lowered his head and ducked over. He took advantage of the situation to make a tumble to dodge, and the elven war dance that he had practiced hard during this time played a role. Siegel took the right step, still staying behind the troll, seizing the opportunity to slash the monster's ankle again.

It didn't cut off his right foot, but it did make the ogre's movements unbalanced. The monster struggled to its feet, using the intact leg as an axis, and struggled to turn around. It clenched its hands into fists, exerting all its strength, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the sneak attacker.

But Siegel didn't stop, he was like a fallen leaf, moving with the wind brought by the trolls, and kept lightly behind the enemy. He stabbed the trolls in the thighs, knees, and backs several more times. The trolls were furious and turned around, but Siegel always stayed behind the monster. Dozens of knives are slashed, no matter how strong the recovery power is, the trolls are difficult to parry, and their strength is getting smaller and smaller.

Seeing that the battle would be decided, the trolls no longer turned around, but slammed into the wall and fell on top of it all at once. It only took a moment for Siegel to understand its purpose - as long as it turned against the wall, it was impossible to continue hiding behind it anyway. Thinking of this, he quickly stepped back and picked up the light crossbow from the ground.

The trolls giggled, leaned their backs against the wall, and turned triumphantly. He knew that as long as he rested for a while, the wounds on his body could be healed. And as long as you catch that thief and eat him alive, you can not only heal your injuries, but also relieve the hatred in your heart!

He finally saw the sneak attacker, a sturdy young human. Then I felt a flash of light, a sharp pain in my eye socket, and one eye was blinded by a crossbow arrow.

The trolls shouted, ignoring the bleeding wounds, baring their teeth and claws, and rushing forward angrily. Siegel didn't have time to rewind it, so he had to pick up his crossbow and pretend to aim. He shouted, "Blind one more eye!" The trolls believed it, raised his hand to cover the only intact eye, and rushed forward blindly.

Siegel threw the crossbow at the troll's head, curled up and rolled on the ground, picked up the scimitar, and stabbed the troll's crotch again. The trolls have no idea but want to strangle Siegel to death. He completely ignored the injuries and pain on his body, relying on his ability to recover sooner or later, kicking and kicking indiscriminately, looking desperate.

Siegel knew that if he had been more than endurance, he would die at the hands of trolls. He was tired by now, but the monster still had strength. After a few more moments, Siegel will most likely not be able to maintain the elven dance steps anymore. The human body could not withstand a few attacks under the hammer-like fist.

After two more turns, the trolls were used to the thieves' constant sneak attacks from behind, but they didn't expect Siegel to suddenly turn to the front. Since the trolls always punch and kick backwards, there is no protection in front of them, and the empty door is wide open. The squid seized this rare opportunity and slashed the monster in the neck. This cut off the monster's blood vessels and trachea.

The trolls grabbed Siegel and wrapped her arms around the boy's body, dragging him off the ground. The weapon in Siegel's hand fell to the ground, the bones in his body were crushed, and the air in his lungs was almost squeezed out. The blood that had flowed from the troll's neck wound poured down on Siegel's face, choking him even more.

The trolls were still able to move slowly due to their strong vitality, and the monster opened its large, foul-smelling mouth, ready to devour flesh to heal its wounds. It's just that its neck was seriously injured, and almost half of its head fell off, so naturally it couldn't lower its head and bite people. Siegel struggled with the stench that could smoke people to death.

'Is there anything else I can do?' Siegel already felt his eyes go black and he couldn't breathe. The desire to survive supports his body, while the stubborn soul squeezes all the hidden power.

At that moment, a small ball of light floated up from the door of Siegel's head, like the flame of a small candle. The orb of light floated all the way to the troll's intact eyes, and then exploded violently.

The troll's last remaining eyeball was blown to shreds, and the force of the impact caused its head to tilt back, tearing open the wound on its neck. The trolls lost control of their bodies and whimpered for their lives.

Siegel was exhausted, and he managed to get up from the arms of the trolls. To prevent the monster from coming back to life through its regenerative abilities, he retrieved his scimitar and forcefully cut off the troll's head and threw it in the campfire. Sir Bill had heard him say that trolls would not be resurrected if they cut off their heads and burned them in the fire.

The flames sensed the evil creature and immediately emitted energy to purify it. The flames suddenly jumped high, burning the trolls' head to ashes in a matter of seconds. The body of the monster that fell to the ground quickly withered and became like rotten wood, and was also thrown into the fire by Siegel and burned.

He gasped for air, blowing his nearly crushed body back up. Thinking of his achievements, he felt a little proud in his heart, not that anyone could defeat the trolls when they first set foot on the path of adventurers. The young man gasped for a moment, then made a tripwire trap on the ground with a rope. He retrieved all his weapons and found that the crossbow had been trampled by the trolls and could not be used, so he only smiled helplessly and hurried to the depths of the cave.