Blood tax

Chapter 227 Lana, do you see how fast my sword that cuts iron like mud is going?

Galadia glanced at the big backpack on the back of the professor, her nausea caused her to look away hastily, and pulled Sonia and Fiona out of the cave in a hurry.This tragic story needs no further witnesses.

The corpses of the expedition members left outside the pyramid were cut and separated. The butcher carefully processed the flesh and blood, but did not use the stone tools commonly used by trolls to break open the bones and suck the marrow; Precious food that gets thrown away.

"Wen Na, she was captured by the troll, she, woo woo woo!" The professor cried while covering his head.

"What's in your bag?" Griffith stroked the cold blunt weapon in his hand and asked calmly, "Show me."

"Specimens, all are precious specimens," the professor shook his head repeatedly, "No, I can't show it to you, you, like William, will damage my treasure, and my beloved treasure is dedicated to Elena!"

Griffith kicked it, and the poor archaeologist flew out like a ball and hit the rock, rolling on the ground.The quasi-knight stepped forward to open the backpack, kicked it to the ground, and a black mass rolled out.

It was a bloody human head, rolling around at Griffith's feet.Her shoulder-length hair was glued together with filth, half of her stiff and pale face had been eaten away, and extreme fear was frozen in the remaining wide open eye.Then there were pieces of bones that rolled out one after another, and fell from the backpack to the ground with a splash, leaving traces of teeth gnawing on them.

"Stop!" Professor Bell yelled maniacally, his eyes flashed with the ferocious light of a man-eating wild dog, he rushed towards Griffith, and was kicked away again.

Not discouraged, he struggled to get up again: "Don't touch my baby, no, get your dirty hands off the beautiful Elena! She..."

The last sentence reminded Griffith.He lost interest in asking, picked up the axe, smashed the ugly words and the head full of filth.

……

Griffith watched the professor's Extraordinary characteristics slowly separate from a pile of minced meat and brains, and began to search for the remaining items.

Hidden in the package with the gruesome remains was a slab of stone, hastily wrapped in pieces of leather worn by trolls.

This is a very regular square stone slab, about the size of an encyclopedia, the material is unknown but it is extremely strong.There is a circular groove in the center of the slate, and the edges are delicate and smooth.The moment he touched it, Griffith actually felt a vaguely familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere before but had no impression of it.

This must be a sacred object inherited from the troll civilization, and the half troll's arm pressed under the package proved this more clearly.

Looking at this ancient holy object, Griffith fell into thought.Was the petal-like mouthparts and dragon-like outline monster that the mad professor saw was his hallucination or the hidden children of Dormon?The Belomon clan was dishonest, how could they not understand the image of the son of Domon who offered sacrifices and expected to return to normal, there must be a lot of concealment.

The only thing that is certain is that their strength is indeed not strong, and it is even difficult to stop the attack of the already crazy Professor Bell. Not only were the sacred objects robbed, but some clansmen were also taken away and turned into food.

……

"Fiona, is there any brimstone?"

"Yes, I'll just sprinkle a little, do you want a piece of medicated soap!"

Lana was talking to the troll in the distance, the girls' packages were placed under the stone wall at the corner, and a pleasant voice twirled behind the wall.After they came back from Professor Bell's cave, they were all very depressed, but Lana seemed to have learned some information from the troll, which raised everyone's enthusiasm.

The girls disappeared behind a smooth stone wall, talking cheerfully.I don't know if it's an illusion or a fact, but Griffith feels that this place is warmer and more humid than other areas of the temple.

At this time, Galadia's voice came from behind the wall: "Griffith, can you help me get the towel in the backpack?"

Griffith immediately walked over with the towel.I saw the girl stretch out her white hand from behind the wall, waiting for the towel.

Galadia's hands are so beautiful, how white and beautiful, the slender and delicate lines... Griffith admired it for a while, and couldn't help admiring it again and again.

In normal times, quasi-knights naturally wouldn't think there was any problem.But now in the dangerous and mysterious underground temple, he became nervous inexplicably, and even doubted the voice behind the wall, whether the owner of the beautiful hand was a familiar companion, and would he be in danger?
Without hesitation for a second, he took the towel and swished around behind the stone wall.

It turned out to be a white mist here.

Galadia stood sideways by the wall, looking ahead excitedly.She was holding a small shirt in front of her chest, and the rest of it was uncovered. Under the slender and tight waistline was a high and plump curve.A few meters ahead, Sonia and Fiona were fighting in the steaming hot spring.

This is really a beautiful scenery that I have never seen with my own eyes!

Miss Elf turned her head and was stunned on the spot, looking at the villain who suddenly appeared beside her in disbelief.

"puff!"

Before Griffith could explain anything, he spit out blood from his nose.He hastily covered it with his hands, handed the towel to the girl, bowed, and stepped back.

"Thanks for the hospitality,
"I was wrong, I won't dare next time.

"Goodbye, I wish you a good mood."

……

There is actually a hot spring hidden in the temple. This kind of good thing made everyone recover a lot from the exhaustion of the past few days.With the trolls here as servants, the next exploration will go much smoother.The dire situation is all right now!

Originally, it should be like this...

Griffith carefully sat on the edge of the improvised sand table, pretending to be thinking about the next route.Galadia was sitting next to him, pinching him with her right hand behind her back, turning clockwise.

"The cistern is under the cliff near the rock wall. According to the troll, there is a huge gap above it, where we can even try to strengthen the psionic crystal for a short time through the spell, to Nephis, Turan Fortress and Qiming Town for help. Qiming Town, which is closer, is more likely to respond to us," Sonia said with a relaxed expression, "Let's rest for a while and wait until the sun shines through the cracks before setting off after dawn. This will be safer. Some, Griffith, what do you think?"

"Griffith has no problem," Galadia replied for him, "If there is any danger, let him die."

At this time, two well-built troll girls walked over cautiously.They came in front of Griffith and Lana, and crawled obediently at their feet.

Among all the humanoid races, although the troll women do not have the beautiful faces of elves and humans, they are more sexy and wild.Even in this kind of underground, they still look bumpy, and the small canine teeth at the corners of their mouths add a bit of wildness.

Griffith blankly watched the troll girl approaching, and his thoughts were a little confused for a while.Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his back, and the hand pinching him rotated counterclockwise.Galadia was glaring at him with raised brows!
At this moment, the troll girl had crawled to her feet, trying to untie the belts of the Shutorals, and put her face on it...

"Oh, wait a minute!" Griffith immediately stopped them, his back was aching and his face was sweating, and he said calmly, "Well, this is what, well, the offering to the conqueror, step back , the warriors of the Ability God already know your piety and obedience, but they will not give you courage and strength... gifts, um. You, hiss, you still need to be tested."

"That's right," Lana, who was unexpected and pale, quickly echoed, "Retire, you still need to accept the test."

The two troll girls showed disappointment and retreated silently, and the campfire became very quiet for a while.

"They are here to sleep with you," Sonia, who was not far away, was playing with her wand with her fingertips, and the arcs were rolling and crackling like silver snakes. "This is what the magic spell told me."

Griffith looked away from the arc like a puppet.No, those two girls didn't say anything just now, and the curse didn't tell you anything. In short, please put away the lightning mahogany wand first.

Fiona polished her sword with a whetstone mixed with dust crystals, the eardrums were torn apart with the ear-piercing sound of grinding, and the already extremely sharp long sword gleamed coldly.She sharpened the sword for a while, then held it up in front of her with satisfaction and looked around: "Lana, do you see how fast my sword, which cuts like iron like mud, is going?"

If the iron is cut like mud, it is naturally extremely fast.The tall hussar praised a few words with a smile on his face.

Galadia gently plucked the bowstring refined from the tendons of the blue dragon with her gauntlet, making a vibrating sound of "win—win—win".She took off the bowstring and wrapped it around the rock, and the rock broke immediately.Seeing that the weapon is in good condition, she said with relief: "How do you bestow courage and strength? Griffith, you seem to understand it very well."

No no no, nothing.Griffith's head shook like a wind chime in a strong wind.

"Oh, Griffith, the night is really good!" Lana said, pointing to the top of his head where the stars and the night sky could not be seen, "Why don't we go out to exercise and get some exercise!"

"That's right," Griffith jumped up, stretching his exhausted body from continuous fighting, "I'm almost rusty, rusty!"

The three girls sat aside, looking at them with cold and pitying eyes.

At this moment, another troll outside the hall respectfully asked for instructions.Two tall and thin troll teenagers crawled in through the door very obediently, crawled to the stunned Xiutoral's feet, tried to loosen their belts, and put their faces on it...

Griffith hurriedly asked them to retreat, and told them not to disturb.

"Hey..." Fiona looked at the young man walking out, closed the notebook in her hand and sighed with some regret.

"In such a stagnant and primitive world, we shouldn't take Bayeran's civilization as a common criterion. We must understand and respect local customs and habits. Isn't this the object of archaeological research?" Lana turned around He said to the girls with a serious expression, "Students, lesson, lesson!"

About half an hour later, the troll elder took two other old elders who looked like dead bark, and crawled obediently from the entrance of the hall to the stunned Xiutoral's feet...

"Stop!" Galadia exclaimed, "You're not done yet!"

"My eyes, my eyes!" Fiona yelled, covering her face.

……

The purpose of the elders coming here is to ask them to determine the next battle plan.Although the tribe of trolls cannot compete with human warriors, they will keep up no matter the cost.

The plan was quickly settled, and the elder himself bravely asked to accompany him, bringing the bravest warriors together to retake the ancient stone slab.

After the trolls left one after another, Lana snorted softly, "These trolls have a lot of ghost ideas."

"Really?" Fiona asked suspiciously, "They look quite simple."

Griffith gestured to the huge temple: "There are not many members of this group, and they would not be so active in combat without enough interests. There must be something they desperately want there.

"In addition, we have encountered the hospitality just now in the tribes in the east. They will immediately offer sacrifices and supplies to powerful forces. The real purpose is nothing more than to let outsiders fight for them and break the existing pattern. .”

Lana nodded heavily. Before he could take up the topic, the three girls had already pointed out doubts.

"So what did the tribes in the east give you?"

"Did you just accept it then?"

"Lana, this is your last chance."

Griffith froze for a few seconds, opened his mouth involuntarily and didn't know how to start.

"So, you are selling alcohol in the east, pouring water on the grounds of houses to grab things, and blackmailing the locals to do such and such unspeakable things!" Galadia asked with a cold face.

Ah, this...

"I didn't bootleg alcohol!" Lana yelled, "Of course I didn't do any other bad things!"

"So, what about you, Griffith?" Galadia asked persistently.

Even Sonia asked, "Did you guys really, do these things?"

The air in the hall was so heavy that it almost turned into water.Doubtful glances swept around.

"Enough! Have you forgotten that we are still in the dangerous unknown ruins?" Griffith looked at the elf who questioned him with extremely serious, unquestionable firm eyes, "Although I smuggled wine and robbed some things, but that is in the East, where even black bread is often out of reach, and on the front line, where even toothbrushes and dogs cannot be found!"

If it's just a joke, it's just entertainment for a laugh, but the three girls have gone too far.

Griffith clenched his fists and took an annoyed step forward.Galadia didn't expect it to unfold like this suddenly, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Rana, we have nothing to be ashamed of.

"We defend our homeland thousands of miles away. Every week, familiar comrades die. We eat bread mixed with sawdust, and maggots in biscuits. We often spend the night in horse manure and stagnant water. Do we pay such a price? , did you bleed under the orc's ax to go there to sell wine and grab something?"

"I, no, that's not what I meant." Miss Elf said helplessly.Sonia was also petrified, it was the first time she saw Griffith so furious.

"We are fighting for you, for this world, in the past, and in the present!" Griffith's roar scared away the troll remnants outside the hall, "We pay taxes to the kingdom with blood, and pay taxes with our swords and lives. Just because you serve, doesn't mean you can insult our dignity like this."

"I'm sorry, Griffith, we, didn't mean that," Sonia was told to cry, "I'm sorry."

Galadia was completely silent, and dared not look up like a child who did something wrong.

(End of this chapter)