Trolls only have three fingers, three thick and large fingers. These three fingers are as powerful as claws. I grabbed his right hand holding the axe with one hand, and I couldn't let him press the axe against my face, let alone let it break free. The other hand desperately grabbed the little finger of his left hand.

In addition to plucking out the ears and being useful, the little thumb of man is indispensable for those of us who fight with weapons. And the troll's little finger was thicker than all three of my fingers combined, and it was like a powerful claw when it caught in my neck.

The main thing to strangle a person is to block the breathing, once the trachea is pressed, pinched, strangled, no matter what, the energy generated by the brain will drop rapidly. Dizziness, weakness... Then fainted, died.

I'm not going to let him get his way, especially when the power of the trolls in this state is unimaginable. It was only by breaking his little finger that he could not hold my throat firmly.

As the old saying goes, an arm can't twist a thigh, and no finger can reach one of my hands, or a hand tainted by a Soul Reacher, a hand contaminated by a Soul Reaper and stained with blood.

It roared to strangle me, but soon the angry roar turned into a wail of fear. He wasn't trying to crush me or strangle me now, but he wanted to break free of my grip and flee.

This is...... Impossible.

The red of his body faded rapidly, from purple to blue, but as he wailed, the pale blue turned dull and dark blue. His muscles atrophied again, even more withered than before.

I shoved him and knocked him to the ground. He gasped his back to the sky, his eyes now lost the rage they had just had, and his bloody pupils had turned into a cloudy yellow.

The joy and pride of victory, combined with the thrill of being refreshed all over my body again, made me feel refreshed, and my whole person was in great shape, and it was no problem to watch the other trolls defeat them.

And these trolls very consciously did not choose to do it, because the trolls on the ground had withered and could not be formed.

"I didn't mean it." I frowned. "But I don't want to kill you." I looked at them and said, "Do you believe it was a coincidence?" ”

A few of the trolls didn't speak, and I was predicting in my mind how they would react, and it was, and although they didn't have big brains, it didn't mean that they were too stupid to tell if they were safe or bad.

I waved my hand, "Let's go, the orcs have already invaded the forest, and those greenskinned guys, tell your people that it is better to join forces with the other tribes to resist, otherwise you will most likely become fuel for their war machine." Am I clear enough? ”

Several trolls were stunned and didn't say anything, and the trolls lying on the ground struggled to squeeze a word out of their throats, "Who are you......"

I pouted, "Your question...... It's redundant, you don't need to know my name or where I'm from, I'm not prepared to treat you as enemies. I said, shaking the necklace on my chest, "I want to help you." ”

Several trolls picked him up, and the troll muttered something with a horrified expression. "What did you say?" I wondered what he said about me.

A troll picked up the withered creature on his back and turned and ran. Running ...... Soon. I watched in amazement as several people fled into the jungle.

"Hi buddy! I'll just say you're the best! "When I got back, the red-haired goblin shouted at me. Apparently they didn't see what was going on, or they didn't care.

I suddenly turned and ran into the forest, wanting to see what the future Great Chief of the Darkspear Clan looked like.

The trolls were walking fast, and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but the injured guy was visibly frightened.

I looked in the direction, and they didn't seem to be heading towards the beach. Aren't the Darkspear tribes by the sea? Aren't they from the Darkspear tribe?

They followed them over several hills and finally came to a valley where the clouds were shrouded in mist, and the cries of monkeys were constantly heard from the clouds, and later I realized that it was not a monkey but an orangutan, and they looked warily at the trolls who walked by and me who followed behind.

They climbed up the hill and stopped in front of a cave. They knelt there reverently, and after a while they walked in, and I was about to go up to see what was going on, but the trolls retreated again.

I could only wait patiently under the tree, and a few trolls who were impatient and couldn't help the entrance of the cave stayed there until nightfall, and I could guess that there must be a master inside. In the middle of the night, several trolls got up and rushed in, and it wasn't long before they carried the injured troll down the mountain.

Watching them leave, I didn't follow them, but hurried to the entrance of the cave. There was a faint light from the inside of the cave, and it was estimated that there were really people inside.

As I looked up to check that the rock wall and the top of the cave were safe, a muffled voice came from inside. "You won't be in danger, stranger."

This deep voice is a bit high-spirited, but he said that if there is no danger, there is no danger? I walked in cautiously, the temperature inside the cave was much cooler than outside, cold and damp, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps.

There was a corner at the end of the cave, and the light was shining from there. I poked in and found a troll sitting inside. He wore a black animal skin over his shoulders and sat by the burning fire and watched me.

The inside of the cave is decorated with totemic masks unique to trolls, and I don't know how long this fire has been lit, but it is much warmer than the passage outside.

"You're who they say you are."

"Them?"

"You hurt the Brakaka."

"I don't know Blakaka."

"You've been waiting outside for a day, you should know who Blakaka is."

"What's the problem?"

"That's a question for me." His eyes were a little ...... Terrible.

"I'm just curious about who they are." I say.

"You carry two tribal necklaces and one tribal token. How exactly do you do that? ”

"I saved their lives." I sat by the fire.

"But you're not a friend." He said.

I squinted at him for a long time, "Are you a god?" ”

"Are you a Soul Reaver?" He asked rhetorically.

I frowned, "Why do you say that?" ”

"You just have to answer yes or no." He asked.

"I said what's the harm, I said what's the good?"

"Why do you have this ability?"

"How do I know, Jelysses, the leader of the Blade tribe, I saved him twice, and he even invited your god to thank me, I am not a troll, but I am honored to accept the favor of your god, Bonsandy!" I stared at the old face reflected in the flames. "Bang Sandy! In the end, it was him who came, can you believe it? ”

The troll stared straight at me, the thin eyelids wrapped around a pair of sharp eyes in the sunken eye sockets, and I stared at him. "You're a horrible fellow."

"What makes me happy with your assessment, huh, terrible fellow. Is that your assessment? What do you see other than the terrible? To be specific, what is terrible? ”

He was silent.

"You might be a great guy, hum," I said...... "I stood up." I don't mean to hurt him, if you have always had this attitude towards other people and other races, you will inevitably encounter a ruthless person like me, why can't you be kinder? ”

Seeing that he lowered his head and stopped looking at me, I said angrily, "Was that tribe a dark spear just now?" If they come back to you, you'd better persuade them to keep an eye on what's going on in the jungle lately, rather than be a goddamn poor coward hiding on a remote jungle beach trying to survive. ”

Seeing this old man with his head down as if he was asleep, I really wanted to kick him. "Fool-tricksters." With that, I turned and walked out of the cave. But as soon as he came out of the cave, he was confronted by a troll holding a torch.

The troll was tall, with curved fangs and muscles that looked quite strong. A tigerskin apron was wrapped around his waist, and the tiger's tail hung down from the side of his left leg.

I looked at him for a few seconds, and he pulled out his axe and ran at me, which was disgusting.

I was about to draw my knife when a loud yelling came from the hole, "Stop! Zarazane! ”

To be honest, I don't have a high desire to fight at all, and the troll apparently didn't listen to the cave, and he slammed it on my head. The annoyance that ignited in an instant made me turn to one side, and the axe flashed to his crotch.

He was quick to react, but his crotch still couldn't grip, and my feet were strong enough to give him a blow.

"Stop! Stop! The troll fell to his knees, and the old troll came out of the hole.

"Yo, didn't you fall asleep just now?" I scoffed.

"Stop! Human, you can't kill him! He was a little excited.

"Ha, okay, give me a reason." With that, I pulled out the knife at my waist and pointed it at the painful troll on the ground, clutching.

"You can't do that." He walked slowly with a torch.

"You were a little rude to me just now, I originally wanted to have a good chat with you." I say. "In a hurry now? Why, is this your son? ”

"No...... He was my student. ”

"Ahh Students, teacher-student love! Okay, now can we have a good talk? I looked at him with a smile. He frowned, turned around and said, "Okay, let's have a good talk." ”

I put away my knife, "That's right!" Peace of mind is the key to communication, and your mindset is much calmer now than it was just now. ”

The troll on the ground was still lying on the ground, and I was a little worried about whether he would be kicked badly.

After a long time of sitting back on the edge of the fire, the troll slowly walked in against the wall, his face distorted so badly that it must have been really painful. He slowly sat down on the straw mat by the fire and looked at the old man next to him with a frown.

"How are you?" The old man's tone was concerning.

The troll's mouth grinned, and finally squeezed a word out between his teeth, "It's okay." ”

I looked at him with interest, and then at the old man. "You see, as I said earlier, if you trolls could change your habit of trying to kill people when you see them, you'd kill a lot less. And I wonder if it's any good for you to kill the people you see. Or do you want to eat their flesh? ”

I stared at the troll with a distorted face, "It's a lesson, and the next time something like this happens, no one will necessarily stop it." ”

He looked up at me viciously, and now he could show a fierce expression, and it seemed that it almost hurt. "You're the Soul Reacher!" He gritted his teeth and said.

I glanced at the old man, "It's really a good thing that doesn't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles." ”

The old man didn't squeak, and I said to the young troll, "Tomorrow will the whole forest know that the Reavers are coming?" ”

He didn't speak, but I already knew.