Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

"Damn trolls!"

The goblin archer who was originally responsible for attracting hatred fired angrily, but was directly hit by the shadow ball released by the dark wizard who was waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and fell directly from the upper level.

Cursed patterns quickly appeared on her fair and delicate skin, and a feeling of weakness crept up her limbs. When she wanted to pick up the bow and shoot, the Dark Mage once again urged the Hand of Darkness to pull her up from the ground, laughing loudly.

In an instant, the adventurers' combat power was reduced to only the auxiliary dwarf warlock and the little priest!

The trolls have already begun discussing the issue of post-war distribution.

No one noticed that the cloth bag that fell from the Goblin Slayer's waist was buried under the ruins, and the plants inside also stretched out their roots, and then quickly took root in the ground, hiding themselves.

At the same time, the forest people above were extremely angry when they heard about their compatriots in distress. The rangers quickly integrated their forces and prepared to march downwards.

And Nashida put it in front of her eyes, like the focus mode of a camera, and saw the development of certain things.

"Sure enough, something unexpected happened."

She whispered softly.

Chapter 140 It’s Jade Foot, It’s Jade Foot

"Wow, look at that arrogant face. Who called us sewer rats before?"

The Dark Mage controlled the Hand of Darkness, pulling her closer while covering the bloody hole in his throat.

He is not a troll and does not have the ability of super-fast regeneration. If the bleeding is not stopped in time, he will not get better.

However, looking at the eyes of the forest man who seemed to want to tear him into pieces, he felt a sense of pleasure, which was more pleasurable than any physical behavior.

Dark people have been discriminated against since childhood because of their appearance and racial reputation, not to mention someone like him who was born with a deformity.

So he was jealous, jealous of those forest people who seemed to be the chosen ones of heaven, who could get praise from others even without doing anything, and stood in front of everyone as soon as they were born.

Whether it is lifespan, appearance, or talent, these darlings of nature seem to embody the sense of superiority to the fullest.

Therefore, how to tear this "beauty" into pieces became his favorite thing.

"Pooh!"

The goblin archer spat at him, but he wiped it off without a care, and even licked it with his tongue. His lustful eyes were disgusting.

"Tsk. Don't ruin her, you pervert—"

The troll on the other side put down his weapon and instead pulled out the arrow with force. After losing the arrow to block its regeneration, nerves quickly grew in the troll's eye socket, and then continued to recover into the shape of an eyeball. He pressed the eye socket, and after getting used to it, he spoke maliciously.

"Morito, don't think you can get out alive like that woman before."

He glanced at the goblin corpses scattered all over the ground. Many of them had been burned to ashes by the fireball just now, and there were no survivors.

"Until you replenish the number of these goblins, we will treat you well."

As the goblin archer glared at him, the dwarf warlock and the little priest on the other side, who only had one chance to cast a spell, looked anxious.

The troll standing in front of them was not something the two of them could handle.

You know, adventurers who can defeat trolls on the front battlefield can be said to have iron-clad gold-level strength.

But which country would waste such combat power on a commission to eliminate goblins?

Is this trip going to end in the troll's mouth?

Negative thoughts like these kept arising in his mind. The dwarf warlock held the hammer in his hand, protecting the little priest while retreating and racking his brains to think.

Perhaps noticing that there were still two small fry with resistance left at the scene, the troll looked down at them with condescending contempt.

"Hmm? You won't abandon your companions and run away?"

"I'm really sorry, but we dwarves don't have the bad habit of cannibalism like ogres do."

The dwarf warlock taunted back, and at the same time noticed that the Goblin Slayer, who had been silent on the other side, and the Lizardman Monk suddenly moved.

He immediately understood and continued to mock.

"Not to mention the dark people who may have never seen their parents since they were born—"

These vicious words not only made the troll and the dark man furious, but also attracted the admiring gaze of the young priest.

This act of risking one's life to attract the enemy's attention will undoubtedly cause the enemy to focus their main attack on oneself. Going this far to create an opportunity for one's companions is sufficient to prove that the other party is not only experienced, but also deeply understands the principles of cooperation.

While the dwarf warlock was deliberately shouting loudly to attract hatred, the dark mage and the troll did not notice the subtle sound of a glass bottle falling to the ground from the ruins.

It was not until the Lizardman Monk who was originally half-buried in the ruins suddenly jumped up and rushed out like lightning that the Dark Mage who was closest to him subconsciously looked back.

Then, he saw a rampaging lizardman rushing towards him, his pupils erect, his eyes filled with a hint of wildness and bloodiness, and the Velociraptor claw in his hand stabbed into the side of the Dark Mage in the blink of an eye.

The Dark Hand, which was passively defending, had already suffered a lot of damage in the previous battle. It was attacked suddenly. The Dark Mage could only watch with bloodshot eyes as the opponent cut his waist, causing an injury that was almost like being cut in half.

He wanted to scream, but a flying knife shot out from the blind spot on the other side.

It accurately hit the dark wizard's open mouth, piercing his throat. A fishy smell spread from the cavity, and he widened his eyes in horror.

'What...what is this...?!'

As if he understood what was in his mind, the Goblin Slayer stood up with the help of the wall, one hand still hanging down, and spoke in a low voice as if sentencing him to death.

"...That's a goblin's shit-stained knife."

"This... adventurer, even lower than a goblin's piss, how dare you...!"

The dark mage's face quickly turned purple, a sign of severe poisoning, which combined with his skin made him look as funny as a black egg.

He backed away with trembling hands, trying to struggle but feeling completely powerless, unable to even move a finger.

It was as if countless cold hands were dragging his body down into the abyss.

Then, he leaned back with his eyes whitening, his upper body sliding down, only his lower body moved two steps before he slowly knelt down.

What happened in this short moment made the troll shocked and angry. He didn't care about the life or death of the pervert, but under his attack, the two adventurers were still able to survive and even organized a counterattack, which was also a slap in his face!

You know, he was given military power by the Demon General and was responsible for carrying out harassment operations in the rear.

Now all the goblins were dead because of their carelessness, and the dark man sent to assist was also dead. Even if he could go back alive, he would undoubtedly be punished by the demon general.

Being tortured by it is the lightest punishment. The greater possibility is that it will devour you without even retaining any consciousness...

He felt a wave of fear at the thought of that thing hiding behind the lines.

The trolls don't want to face that future!

therefore--

All witnesses here must die!

He roared loudly in anger, and the materialized sound waves interfered with the already exhausted lizardman monk, who was directly knocked unconscious by the sound waves.

The troll then struck out in anger at the dwarf warlock who had distracted him, but the other party was already ready to cast a spell.

He swung the stone chips in his hand violently, eliminating the need to chant spells and performing an instant miracle. Although the damage would be greatly reduced, the interference ability was no less than throwing lime into the eyes.

The unformed stone chips destroyed the troll's eyeball, causing the attack to deflect and almost hit the goblin archer who had just been freed from the Hand of Darkness's restraints.

However, she was very agile, and upon landing, she jumped back like a top gymnast, shattering the stone pillars below her. The young priest hurried to meet up with the Goblin Slayer.

Almost as soon as she arrived, Goblin Slayer needed her support to barely stand up, and he spoke rapidly.

"Quick, take out the scroll from my backpack, and then...aim...Puwaaa!"

Before he finished speaking, a large amount of blood spurted out from the gap in his helmet. He was the main victim of the troll's attack just now. The reason he was able to stand up now was purely because of his unyielding will to die and his well-tempered body.

But no matter how strong he is, he is still a human being. He has neither miracles blessed by gods nor armor strong enough to withstand high-intensity attacks.

It was already a great favor that this tattered armor did not fall apart directly, but it was not enough for him to continue to act like this.

Seeing him spurting blood, the young priest became even more panicked.

On the other side, after the troll had one of its eyes gouged out roughly, the other eyeball quickly squirmed. Without caring about the injury on the other side, the local recovery speed was accelerated, and a new eyeball was formed again, capturing the human figure at the first moment.

He became increasingly angry, but did not lose his mind. Instead, he simply raised his hands and chanted the obscure spell again.

"Caribbean Crashkent..."

The trolls have a rough accent and are not good at subtle changes, so they have to chant at a very slow speed.

But with the adventurers on the scene almost out of ammunition and food, this rough voice was like a death knell.

At this critical moment, the young priest forced himself to remain calm, opened the Goblin Slayer's briefcase, took out the scroll at the top, and then untied the string towards the troll.

"Jacquetta!"

The giant fireball, which had been building up momentum in sync with her movements, descended upon everyone present with even greater frightening force, and then—

Water vapor bursts.

Accompanied by a flash of aquamarine light, even the fairy archer with the best eyesight could only see a stream of water gushing out from the limited outlet of the scroll.

The compressed water waves were sharper than the best sword. Not only did they extinguish the giant fireball, but they also cut open the troll's right arm and abdomen that was casting the spell.

The troll didn't even realize what was happening before he found half of his body lying on the ground, with water surrounding him and covering his skin.

"...This is a teleportation scroll..."

He muttered to himself, his bloodshot and ferocious eyes looking at the still trembling little priest.

After the scroll lost its effect, she opened her eyes and looked at the scene in some surprise and doubt.

"Well done! No, that guy, did he go to such lengths to kill the goblins!?"

The fairy archer, who had just cheered, couldn't help but complain.

The dwarf warlock she had rescued angrily retorted, "I've already told you, that Gnawing Maru is no ordinary creature."

He turned his gaze towards Goblin Slayer, who was placed on the ground and staring intently at the troll, and spoke in a complicated tone.

"However, to use a teleportation scroll that can be used to randomly register coordinates and escape in dire situations in this way, his obsession is truly profound."

"Hmm... this is... clear water? Has this poor monk returned to the great swamp after death?"

On the other side, the lizardman monk, who was a little dazed by the shock, covered his head and muttered.

"You guy..."

Before the dwarf warlock could tease him, he saw an astonishing scene.

The troll controlled his arms to combine his upper and lower body, and then the granulation tissue on the wound in his abdomen continued to wriggle and heal.

The whole process was extremely terrifying and even the toughest fairy archer couldn't help but back off at this moment.

“Hey hey! Is that guy immortal?!”

Her disbelieving voice was naturally heard by the troll, who sneered with disdain.

"Immortality? You haven't seen true immortality yet..."

The troll struggled to stand up, then touched his neck with a look of regret.

"It was so... so close. I was killed by you adventurers, a humiliating death at the hands of a creature weaker than myself."

Tears welled up in his eyes, as if he had suffered some great injustice.

"If that little priest had been taller, or if that human had released me, my head would have been completely severed. By then, even I wouldn't have been able to control my body, and there would have been no possibility of regeneration..."

Then, the troll's entire face was twisted into an ugly smile.

"Great... This is truly wonderful. It's not me who will die, but you who have been chosen by fate. Next, I will tear you into pieces, piece by piece, and swallow you whole. Then I will embrace this future chosen by fate."

rustling.

A slight friction sound came from the ruins.

When the troll declared that he was chosen by fate to be the one to survive, everyone's expressions were dull, which made him think that several people had lost their fighting spirit.

rustling.

But why did his heart feel so heavy and his skin was covered with goose bumps?

Did I catch a cold just because I took a cold shower?

Do trolls get sick like humans?

Even he himself found this whimsical humor funny.

Perhaps, in addition to his talents in fighting, he also has the talent to be a comedian.