Veronica's fireball technique rekindled the campfire, and also boosted the morale of the mercenaries in the bitter battle, regaining the initiative on the battlefield again.
"Hey, green-skinned monsters, look at your disgusting look, like two big frogs."
Bloom wrestles with the two trolls alone, taunting each other in his mouth, and uses the Giant's language to make the trolls understand.
A troll was irritated by the dwarves' spit and rushed straight at him.
The dwarf grinned and suddenly rolled backwards, retracting into the bottom of the trailer.
The troll swooped down on the cart full of pockets by inertia, its claws tearing through the pockets, and a large amount of flour squirted out, obscuring his vision.
The troll inadvertently inhaled a mouthful of air mixed with flour, feeling an itch in his throat and sneezing.
Bloom took the opportunity to get out from under the car and swung his hammer between its legs.
The troll let out a scream of broken eggs, clutched his crotch with his hands, and squatted down in convulsions.
"Fuck off," the dwarf swung his shield in his left hand and smashed it into the troll's face, sending it flying upside down and into the fire.
Another troll suddenly lunged at Bloom's back, his long arms around the dwarf, trying to snap its neck.
However, the dwarf's neck was thick and short, completely protected by the Adamantite Neck Armor, and he was only slightly unable to breathe when he was tightly choked by the troll, and soon made a more aggressive counterattack, smashing his backhand on the troll's toes.
Trolls have a strong tolerance for pain, but after all, the pain of their toes being smashed by a war hammer is not something that can be overcome by patience alone, so they immediately abandon the dwarf and hold the injured foot and scream.
At this moment, two bright sword lights suddenly flashed from behind the troll, and blood splattered from its back.
The sharp pain in his toes wasn't fatal, but the sneak attack from behind caused damage that was too much for the troll to bear, and he fell to the ground.
The ghostly figure of the female ninja loomed in the darkness of the night, kicking the troll into the fire before it could heal itself.
Veronica sheathed her knife and turned back to Bloom, "Mr.
Dwarf, isn't Mr.
Roland with you?"
Bloom shrugged, "I haven't seen him since I left the tent, but I think he's probably gone to find the guy who summoned the snow storm." ” It was only then that Veronica realized that the blizzard created by the magic had subsided.
Looking at the hill shrouded in night, there seems to be the neighing of war horses in the wind.
Roland held the emblem and recited the prayer, and a circle of flames emitted a strong sulfur aura ignited on the ground in front of him.
A pitch-black steed with an abnormal body teleported over in response to the summons, stepped out of the flame circle and walked to Roland's side, bowed his head respectfully, and kissed the back of his palm.
Viglaf walked over with his greatsword in his hand, looking at the black horse curiously, unable to understand why Roland, a knight who seemed to be a righteous knight, would summon the awe-inspiring Infernal Horse.
The Infernal Pony also didn't understand why his master was hanging out with a guy who radiated a pure and kind aura, glaring fiercely at Vigraf and snorting two threatening times.
Roland rolled over and patted the Purgatory Pony on the head, "Don't be naughty, Mr.
Vigraf is my friend, you better be polite to him." ” "Friend" Vigraf raised his head and looked at the handsome and upright knight on horseback in surprise, but he was a little moved by the casual words of the other party.
"Vigraf, you probably also noticed that there is a cunning mouse hiding on the hill, he was the one who caused the sudden snowstorm just now, and now I am going to find out that guy and kill him, if he is blocked on the way, please help me solve it."
Roland calmly stated his plans.
The young dragon totem warrior clenched his fist and struck his chest, and Masashi promised: "Rest assured, I will remove all obstacles in your path" Roland put away Durandal and swapped for 2 Dreadnought Lances, urging the Infernal Pony to charge towards the hill.
Wiglaf took the greatsword and chased after the horse on foot, his heart pumping powerfully, pumping blood fused with the genes of the giant and the red dragon to each cell, stimulating powerful energy.
The scars of the upper body are like steel, and the heat with a faint sulfur smell emanates from the pores, melting the snowflakes that invade within five feet of the body into mist, and the dragon totem on the back trembles slightly with the galloping steps, as if it is about to wake up.
On the hill, Akbar is unleashing a second wave of snow storms.
Winter wolf Joni suddenly pricked up his ears and turned his head to roar down the mountain.
Akbar immediately alerted that someone was approaching this direction, and quickly interrupted the snow storm, and instead chanted a set of obscure incantations, his dry fingers drawing magic runes, and a circle of flashes rose from the ground, from which three ferocious wolves were summoned.
"Jonny, go down and see who's tired of being alive and running for our trouble."
Akbar looked coldly into the depths of the night, and a knight on a galloping horse appeared at the end of the field of vision, the steel spear in his hand flashing with a cold light.
Joni the winter wolf raised his head and roared, and the three ferocious wolves beside him howled, following Jonny's footsteps and pounced on the knight with the spear.
Roland sat on the saddle with a blank expression, his eyes crossed the wolves, staring at the old troll man standing in the wind on the top of the mountain, and the purgatory foal under his crotch did not slow down, galloping straight to the top of the mountain, ignoring the wolves blocking his way.
A vicious wolf can't resist its ferocity.
The first to pounce on the horse's front leg and try to overturn the Infernal Pony along with the knight on his back.
A swift figure suddenly appeared in front of it, a door-like greatsword slashing down on its head, cutting the reckless beast in half, and blood rising into the sky like a waterfall against the current.
A second ferocious wolf swooped down in the air, its fangs locking onto the red-haired young man with a giant sword in his upper body.
Vigraf rushed through the blood curtain first, and with the reaction force of slaying the wolf, he lifted the giant sword upward, and the cold iron greatsword slashed against the wind, and the blade kissed the wolf's abdomen, dragging a rain of blood.
The ferocious wolf was thrown down the hill by the impact of the giant sword, and fell to the ground, blood mixed with colorful intestines flowing in all directions.
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The third ferocious wolf was shocked by the red-haired youth's fierce momentum, and whimpered and retreated.
Wiglaf didn't give it a chance to repent, and took a step to swing his sword and sweep.
Great homeopathic chopping The nine-foot sword roared through the air, like a giant hammer slamming into the fierce wolf, accompanied by the muffled sound of broken bones, the evil wolf rolled and fell down the hill, and a wail was heard in the distance.
The Infernal Pony stepped through the bloody ground and continued to charge, only ten paces from the top of the mountain.
Akbargan's orange-skinned face twitched violently, and he raised his staff and chanted incantations, and a thick wall of ice rose from the ground and surrounded him.
The corners of Roland's lips curled up in a cold arc, and he held the gun in his right hand and pressed the saddle with his left hand, and suddenly jumped up from the horse's back Paradise Jump The magic crystal on his chest sparked a blue glow, and the young knight soared like an eagle, leaping over the twenty-foot ice wall and stabbing Akbar in the middle of the eyebrow with a volley.
Charge fearlessly, break the evil and strike hard The Puff 2 Dreadnought Lance pierced Akbar's skull with a massive inertia blow from his horse's charge, nailing it to the ice wall behind him.
The old troll gripped the barrel of his gun in despair, still in his dying throes, his face stained with blood.
Roland pressed down on the barrel of the gun with his palm, and with a clatter, he shattered the ice wall, and the extremely cold mist gushed out, freezing Akbar into an ice sculpture.
The muscles of his arms suddenly tensed, and Roland struggled to swing his spear to pick up the ice sculpture, causing it to crash into the opposite wall and shatter, and countless ice slags mixed with flesh and blood were scattered in all directions by the wind, and even with the constitution of a troll, it could not be brought back to life
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