Blood tax

Chapter 225
Griffith held his shield in his hand, watching the enemies all around him for any sudden spear throws they might throw.A clan of trolls dueling him would likely launch an all-out attack when the odds were against him.

A troll warrior with a heavy black stone ax jumped out. Howling and beating his chest with his fist, he ran around the quasi-knight, circling like a falcon.The drums and battle cries of the troll clan reached a boiling point.Sonia held her hands nervously on her chest, not daring to take her eyes off the duel field in front of her for a second.

"Don't be nervous." Galadia patted her on the shoulder, her relaxed expression didn't seem to care.

"Why?" Sonia asked puzzled.

Griffith took the mace away, first took the blow with the vanguard shield, pressed the handle of the ax with his split hand, and then punched the warrior in the face.

"Oh!"

The punch made a huge muffled sound that echoed in the cave, stopping the rumbling drums.The troll warrior who was hit hard took a step back staggeringly, and the stone ax in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

In the silence, Griffith pressed his knee on the warrior's chest, and swung his right fist again.A mouth full of broken teeth and blood splashed out.The warrior of Belomon Remnants struggled to resist, but was pulled up by Griffith and punched at his jaw.

"Oh!"

The warrior was sent flying two meters away, spun and slapped on the ground recklessly.

Griffith picked up the black stone ax on the ground and glanced at the survivors who surrounded him.

"Next!"

Amid the uproar, the remnants of Belomon beat the war drum again, and a vigorous warrior appeared with a scimitar.His weapons were of shining metal, far better than ever.The vigorous steps are flickering and illusory, making it difficult to capture.

"We will avenge the warrior! Marotima Guda will drag you into the shadows, his form cannot be captured!"

Amid the shouts of the elders, the troll warrior with an awkward name disappeared into the air in front of Griffith.The cold killing intent is slowly approaching.In this dark lost ruins, the trolls seem to know some concealment techniques, otherwise they would not surround the investigation team.

The remnants of the trolls cheer their champions with strange roars.The ears were filled with messy sounds and disturbances, and Griffith couldn't calm down to detect the enemy's movement.

The almost impossible-to-remember Marothi Maguda, with his eccentric name, suddenly emerged from the shadows.Just like those evil and experienced assassins, he had already detoured to Griffith's back and stabbed towards the deadly waist and abdomen.

"Bah!"

The troll assassin's scimitar shattered the ice shield and lodged in the solid breastplate.Marotima Guda suddenly found that his wrist was also frostbitten, and the blade only tore a gap in the breastplate and was unable to move.

He was about to evacuate immediately, but his feet were already frozen by the cold air.

Griffith turned around like a storm, pressing down on the troll assassin with an avalanche.The Vanguard Shield slammed at his rapidly retreating body, knocking the troll dizzy.Before the troll assassin could even pull away, the blackstone ax sliced ​​open his cheek, taking away the shattered tongue, teeth, and cheekbone.

The sensitive assassin fell to the ground with a plop like a stone amidst the cries of his clansmen.

The drumming stopped instantly again.All the trolls seemed to have a rag stuffed in their mouths, and the dull and mysterious battle roar turned into a humiliating whine on their lips.

"Look!" Galadia proudly raised her chin at Sonia, "These trolls live underground isolated from the world, and they cannot have much combat experience. Don't look at their large number, fast arrival, and scary appearance. How could it be possible to be the opponent of Shutoral who is fighting all over the world~”

Sonia couldn't help but nodded again and again: "That's good, I'm worried that using a large spell here will cause landslides."

"It's not necessary," Galadia patted her on the shoulder, "Your divination should be quite accurate."

The troll assassin who was seriously injured and survived was crawling on the ground with his broken face.Griffith glanced at him, then looked up at the dense crowd of trolls: "Continue, what's that ritual called?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the elder of the troll suddenly waved his hand, and a group of troll warriors holding spears flashed out from among the clansmen, aimed at Griffith and threw them at him.

"Galadia, defensive barrier!"

How shameless!These cunning fellows are ready from the start to play tricks when the duel goes against them.As soon as Griffith saw them coming out with spears raised, he turned and ran in the direction of the girls, hiding under their spells.

The torrential rain of projections came again, whistling outside the strong wind and force field formed by the spell, but none of them hit.

At this moment, Lana, who took advantage of the gap in the battle to complete a detour, suddenly appeared on the troll's flank.He wielded the majestic wrath and the twin swords of the Eternal Patriarch and rushed towards the unprepared remnants, cutting off their spears and limbs together, like a tumbling windmill sweeping across the wheat field, creating a bloody storm.

There were screams, roars and curses everywhere in the ruins.

Not all troll clans are warriors.Some of them were beating drums, and some were carrying food and odds and ends that they had collected from nowhere. They gathered to cheer as if they were called to watch the excitement.Lanar's twin swords tore them apart in the blink of an eye.The masked elder saw his people being slaughtered, and screamed loudly:
"Outsiders, why do you want to slaughter our people! Get out of our holy land!"

Lana immediately rushed to kill him."Break his spine, Trendor the warrior, for the gods watch you among the stars," the elder cried, as he drew back.

A burly troll warrior rushed out of the crowd.His body is unbelievably large, completely different from the lean trolls, as fat as a stitch monster.Instead of ax and scimitar, he held a large club embedded in the rock.

There was a roar with every step he took.Even Lana looked sideways and turned to face him.

"Trendo, boom boom! Trendo, boom boom!"

This particular troll warrior received a special ovation, and the bloodied trolls who had been killed in a matter of seconds plucked up their courage and cheered for their warrior.

"Hey, the combination of arms is quite rich and colorful." Lana pointed at the Belomon warrior who was fighting wildly, and hooked his fingers at him.

The loud yelling fell silent, and even the spear warriors nearby retreated some distance.Only the drummer was beating hard.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom!"

The troll warrior Trendo came down like a moving mountain of meat.He was aggressive and determined to compete with this human being.The coming blow will be a crushing blow.

Uncharacteristically, Lana drew back his sword to dodge the blow of the stone hammer, and at the same time threw the dagger at the troll's cheek.

The troll's stone hammer was powerful and heavy, sending out earth-shaking tremors on the ground.He received the attack of the dagger with his face full of flesh, rumbled forward.

"Huh! The majestic Trendo is irresistible!"

The giant monster screamed and fought fiercely, roaring and smashing down with the stone hammer, setting off whole pieces of broken stone slabs on the ground.It doesn't matter if the hit hits or not, even the flying shards can cause a terrible splash damage in a large area.

Suddenly, a figure in fine armor rushed out from the sharp gravel and dust, and his big feet covered with greaves and iron boots stepped on the stone hammer that fell with a "boom".

The troll warrior tried his best to lift it, but the stone hammer seemed to be weighed down by a heavy weight and could not move.

Lana stepped on the stone hammer with one foot, leaped forward like lightning and grabbed the troll's head, and swept the head with the broken steel sword with both hands.There was an itchy tearing sound in the air, and the huge head flew up in a rain of blood, and fell to the feet of the troll remnant, rolling around.

"..."

The trolls of the Belomon clan stepped back one after another.They stared at the chubby head with wide eyes, and made rattling noises like rats.

"Warrior of Ability God, you have won the glory of being an enemy of Elder Jirapakasa!"

The elder of Belomon's remnants went out in person. He got out of the crowd, took out a voodoo doll and stuck it in with a wooden awl.

"Meet the darkness under divine power!"

Lana immediately felt as if he was nailed in place and could not move, some kind of spell was imprisoning his body.The Elder Jirapa Kasa immediately took out the blow dart from under the mask, and there was still emerald green liquid on the thin needle in the blowpipe, apparently smeared with deadly poison.

However, such an ability cannot resist the barrier breaker.Lana ran his blood energy, broke free from the shackles in a blink of an eye, charged at the elder, and then knocked him down with a punch.

"Oh!" The elder screamed, "Outsiders, stop quickly, stop quickly."

Lana punched the elder begging for mercy again, cracking the thick mask.The sharp wooden thorns pierced into the elder's flesh, like a hedgehog.

"Warrior, wait, wait."

Lana didn't pay any attention, and raised his fist to beat down fiercely, so that the elder's wailing echoed in the cave.

Sonia couldn't bear to watch the bloody scene, so she turned her head and whispered to Griffith, "I think they're starting to speak softly."

The elder's face was like a magma vein that had just erupted, red and white flows all over his face.He looked at the huge fist, cried and shouted: "Outsider, oh, the powerful apostle of the alien god, please accept our faithful obedience and offering."

"You can still speak very well!" Lana shouted while riding on his body, "Prepare food and hot water, as well as soft fur and a clean room."

"Our food is not enough." The elder lay on the ground and said in fear.

As soon as the words fell, Lana grabbed his head, pinched the fangs at the corner of his mouth, and smashed it hard.

"Wooah!" The elder screamed.

"Stop rambling!" Lana gestured on the elder's face with his broken teeth, "Hurry up and prepare food and beds for us! It's as respectful as a maid asking a knight returning home whether to have dinner first or eat himself first!"

He came in person like a roaring god, and the irresistible majesty made the trolls kneel down trembling and looking up.

"Yes, yes, the powerful Apostle of Ability God."

(End of this chapter)