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A gap in a wooden fence located north of Linxi Village.

The troll suddenly spun around, swinging his last thick arm in a circle.

Lindsay and Captain Wood, anticipating the attack, jumped back, while the dwarf Ink did not dodge and continued to strike with his iron hammer.

Dealing with trolls feels like dealing with ogres, except they are a bit faster and have stronger bodies.

Even though the [Foot Speed] spell effect has worn off, as long as you can dodge the opponent's slow attacks and continuously damage them, you can wear them down.

At this moment, the flames on the troll's injured left arm went out, and Lindsay saw new red flesh and blood continuously gushing out from the wound.

Is this what regenerative ability is?

Linssey moved his left hand forward, gathered the flaming arrows, and fired.

The flames exploded again at the wound, successfully interrupting the opponent's recovery.

"Well done!" Wood shouted in praise as he circled behind the troll and slashed horizontally with his two-handed sword.

The troll was completely at a disadvantage. It hadn't expected that these humans were so agile, had such excellent teamwork, and could even stop its physical regeneration. Its expression gradually turned to despair.

The five of them kept harassing the troll for several minutes.

The trolls would punch the dwarves, who would then withstand the blows with their giant shields; when they attacked Lindsay or Wood, the two would nimbly dodge away.

The female ranger's arrows were precise, and she used her archery skills two or three times, inflicting a devastating attack on one of the troll's eyes and causing significant damage to other parts of its body.

Linsel kept a close eye on the troll's constantly decreasing health on the panel.

[Troll, Monster, Health 127/600, Armor: 0, Minor Torso Wound, Minor Head Wound, Minor Leg Wound, Missing Left Arm]

The enemy's condition is getting worse and worse. If everything goes smoothly, strike at the last moment, deliver the final blow, and reap the monster's power!

However, at that moment, he inadvertently caught sight of a strange, flickering figure a dozen meters away.

Is it another illusion of that goblin high priest?

"That's the High Priest!"

The robed mage also noticed it, and he gestured to the others, indicating that they had taken notice of the figure.

Lindsay cautioned, "It's an illusion; don't worry about it for now."

"I'll go!" Judith aimed at the illusion and shot an arrow, which pierced through the illusion as if it were air.

It had no effect whatsoever, and then the goblin high priest's figure flickered and reappeared.

"This thing is like a ghost, my arrows aren't working!"

"The previous vine spell was definitely the work of this high priest, but I have never seen this kind of spell before."

The robed mage analyzed the situation from a distance, a little further away from the troll encirclement.

"Spell against spell, let me try with a fire arrow."

He aimed his wooden staff at the phantom, and the flaming arrow shot out at lightning speed, exploding upon contact with the flickering figure.

The figure disappeared, only to reappear a few seconds later in another spot not far away.

"This isn't working, that's weird."

Wood stepped back, dodging another of the troll's thick fists: "Never mind that for now, that thing looks dangerous. Let's take care of the troll quickly and get out of here."

The troll was unsteady on its feet and covered in wounds. Although some of its wounds were healing, the number of new wounds inflicted by Linsel and Wood Dwarf Ink far exceeded its healing rate.

"roar…"

The troll finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell forward to the ground.

[Troll, Monster, Health 43/600, Armor: 0, Medium torso wound, Minor head wound, Medium leg wound, Left arm missing]

it's time!

Taking advantage of the troll losing its balance and falling to the ground, Lindsay flashed his sword and leaped up, wielding the Brand sword in both hands to slash at the troll's thick neck.

[Heavy Strike]!

The long-handled sword severed the troll's neck, reducing its health to zero. Its massive head rolled forward, and its wounded body ceased its struggle at that moment.

Uncle Goat, the troll has finally been killed!

[Monster Encyclopedia Activated: Troll defeated, choose one ability to gain]

The eighteenth monster ability has been obtained.

Linsset wiped away his sweat, feeling slightly relieved.

Wood examined the wounds on the corpse, making sure the monster hadn't regenerated, and said, "This troll is finally dead, Lindsay."

"If you hadn't been constantly hacking at the monster's body, the damage we could have done would have been much more limited, and killing the troll would have taken an incredibly long time—long enough for us to run out of stamina first."

"It's nothing. Now, except for that goblin high priest, the entire goblin raiding party has been wiped out, so the mission is considered complete."

"And what about the goblin shaman? Where did he go?" Judith asked.

"When I was at the West Gate before, I saw them casting spells outside the gate without any precautions, so I just jumped over the wooden fence and killed them."

The robed mage Rolf suddenly realized, "I see! I was wondering why those ogres suddenly seemed confused during the battle, and we used that opportunity to severely injure one of them!"

"What materials do trolls carry?"

"Let me see." Rolf squatted down in front of the troll's head and opened its huge mouth, which reeked of stench and blood.

"This troll's fangs aren't very big, and judging from its size, it's only slightly larger than an ogre, which means this troll is just a newly grown adult, and its teeth won't fetch a high price."

"In that case, let's go! Back to the village!" Dwarf Ink took off his ram's horn helmet and shook his hair, which was already soaked with sweat.

Linssey and the members of the Iron Fang squad re-entered the wooden fence, but just as Linssey stepped through the gap in the fence, an extremely bizarre scene suddenly appeared before his eyes.

A row of goblin high priests appeared inside the village fence ahead, numbering over a hundred!

At the same time, the already dark sky, twinkling with stars, suddenly became even darker, and all the sounds around us disappeared.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. Lindsay saw the illusions of those goblin high priests staring straight at him with their own eyes, which gave him the creeps.

This horrific scene created a powerful conflict between Lindsay's physical senses and his reason.

What's going on? Is it a hallucination, or is my mind being controlled?

Linsset shouted, but the surroundings remained unusually quiet.

He chose to break this anomaly, raising his long-handled sword and slashing at the row of goblin figures in front of him.

The two-handed sword struck the goblin phantom, shattering one of them.

It works! Maybe just breaking all the illusions will remove this state!

However, Linsel was quite troubled looking at the hundreds of goblin high priests standing side by side in front of him.

Do we have to cut them down one by one?

……

On the other side, "Broken Arrow" and Claire had brought the middle-aged adventurer's injuries under control.

Judging from his appearance, having lost both legs, he can no longer be an adventurer.

"Look! What's going on over there at the wooden fence? Why are the [Iron Fang] team members standing still?"

A militiaman pointed north and shouted loudly.