"Hell, Diego, what have you done?"
The Night Elves who were following Diego shouted angrily, "I just smiled."
Diego explained with some embarrassment.
Masrae snorted and leaped over Diego's head and ran across the canyon.
He never had to lie on the trunk of a tree like a human, and move forward awkwardly and arching like an inchworm.
Born into the World Tree, the Night Elves are agile and light, walking on the ground even on the thousand-foot-tall trunk of Teldashir, let alone the overturned tree.
"If you don't want to be cooked dinner by them, you'd better go faster."
He dropped a word and disappeared behind the bulging tabular roots of the tree.
"Faster?
How fast?
Diego muttered to himself as he looked at the Night Elf's distant back.
By this time, there were more and more frightened ogres, and more roars rang out in the valley.
Looking over from the tree bridge, you can see several ogres with fairly clear minds climbing up the hillside to the south.
Diego sighed and stood up from the trunk through gritted teeth.
"I hate that!"
He stretched out his arms and staggered towards the other side.
Although it is thick, the trunk under the feet is round, not as flat as the cut plank, and the place where you can land is not → in the middle, to half a meter wide, and it is covered with slippery moss, which increases the difficulty of walking.
He hadn't taken a few steps when he heard a loud thud under his feet, and the trunk of the tree shook violently.
One of his feet slipped and fell to the trunk with a thud.
If he hadn't grabbed the trunk of the tree in time, he might have fallen under the bridge.
"Damn it!"
Diego cursed as he peered down from the trunk.
The ogre, who had been disturbed from eating, was seen picking up a huge wooden stick from the ground.
When he looked up at Diego, the ogre suddenly became excited—for ogres, the word "bracing" had never been eaten, and they never minded their lunch being a little more substantial—and he picked up the stick in his hand and threw it at Diego again.
Diego retracted his head and deftly dodged the throwing attack.
The sticks flew high into the sky and gradually consumed all their kinetic energy.
Finally it stopped rising and fell back towards the ground.
The heavy, free-falling wooden stick fell faster and faster, whistling past Diego's ears.
It slammed its owner's head, making an earth-shattering muffled sound.
The anticipatory troll swayed in place and slammed into the ground with a bang.
Even Diego, who was climbing on the trunk of the tree, felt the earth tremble.
"Wow!"
Diego couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
He got up from the trunk again.
Running towards the other side.
The moment he put his feet on the ground, he saw an ogre poking his head out from the edge of the cliff.
"Aha, two delicious humans, but one is thinner!"
The ogre's eyes lit up and he shouted, although his eyes were a little unreliable, but he could count them - many ogres couldn't even do this, "I feel hungrier!"
” Before he could climb up, however, the musket in Diego's hand rang out.
The ogre was blown along. tumbled off the cliff.
But it is clear that the shotgun is for the size of the ogre.
It wasn't fatal, and soon the ogre's screams of pain were heard in the valley, terrible but full of energy.
"Let's go!"
Diego shouted as he saw more ogres climbing up from below the hillside.
Judging from their elated expressions, Diego could tell that this ogre must have been eating very badly lately, or he wouldn't be so eager to improve his food.
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As he ran, he swapped Death Gaze for a normal magazine, then turned back from time to time to fire a shot to hinder the speed of his pursuers.
But then he found that it was of no avail, these hungry big fat men were not afraid of oncoming bullets at all, they only knew that if they caught them, they would have meat to eat, and even if one or two ogres were occasionally hit, they could not stop their enthusiasm for food.
For these big guys, the power of the death gaze is not as sharp as it is against other enemies, and unless it is hit by the vital point, its bullets are not lethal in one shot, and it often takes three or four shots to take down an ogre.
Diego sighed helplessly, flung the musket back over his shoulder, and began to run with all his might.
Fortunately, Masrae's figure appeared and disappeared in the bushes in front of him, and he did not panic.
He couldn't remember how many times he had been hunted down.
Is it not the fate of a hunter to hunt someone else, or to be hunted down by someone else?
He couldn't help but think a little sullenly.
Diego felt like he was running faster than ever before - of course, it probably had something to do with the fact that he had never been chased by a horde of ogres.
Diego couldn't remember where he had run, and the jungle was so green that he couldn't tell the difference.
All he knew was that he had started with a downhill run, then an uphill run, then a downhill run, and then he couldn't remember - the jungle of Thorn Valley was never a plain area, but a rolling hill.
It meant that it was more strenuous to run, but Diego did not dare to relax, because a large group of screaming ogres followed not far behind, and every now and then, a heavy wooden stick flew overhead, smashing into the trunk of a tree beside him, rattling.
Diego originally thought that these ogres would give up after a while, but he obviously underestimated the attraction of him and Masrae, you know, human meat is at least ten times more delicious than sour and astringent troll meat, how can these big fat people who have not satisfied their hunger for a long time give up.
In this way, after running for more than an hour in the sweltering and hot jungle with a group of ogres, Diego felt that he was about to lose his ability to run, not because he was tired, but because of lack of water, even with the help of the spirit of the cheetah.
Although he was already carrying the kettle and filling it with water, compared to the waterfall sweat all over his body, the water he had replenished was not enough to consume at all - even if his stomach was bloated and the water in his stomach began to rattle, he always felt thirsty.
For a moment, he even felt like he could almost drain the water of Lake Neferiti.
"Run a little longer, run a little longer, if this group of henchmen is still not interesting, then don't run, fight with them."
Diego endured the feeling of nausea and wanted to vomit, touched the side of his neck, and felt that the frequency of the arterial blood vessels was a little shocking, it seemed that he really couldn't run anymore, and he had to run to death if he ran again.
Just as he was making up his mind, he saw Masrae, who had been running ahead, suddenly stop and look ahead.
Diego ran a few steps in confusion and stopped beside Masrae.
In front of him was a small, flat basin with large forests of poison dart trees, which were relatively sparse compared to the vegetation that shaded the sky elsewhere.
"What are you looking at?"
Diego asked.
"Look over there, Diego!
Look in those woods.
The elf said, pointing to a spot in the woods.
Following Masrae's point, Diego stared down the hill.
Yes, there it is!
He finally saw that there seemed to be some creatures in the forest below the slope.
He hurriedly unleashed an Eagle Eye spell on himself.
After a few seconds, he could see more clearly.
Now he could faintly see many trolls walking through the forest below.
Trolls?
His heart throbbed a few times.
The skin of these creatures is green, like the color of the surrounding trees.
This also explains why he didn't notice these guys in the first place - the color of their skin allows them to hide in the surrounding bushes, even when they're moving, it's hard to notice.
"Hell!"
Diego couldn't help but curse.
There were interceptions in front and pursuers in the back, and their situation was even worse.
"It's not just a bunch of trolls."
The Night Elf next to him added fuel to the fire, and he pointed in the other direction of the Poison Arrow Forest.
Diego turned his gaze and saw that in the direction of the trolls he had just seen, more than a hundred meters away, another group of trolls was walking in their direction, and if no one stopped or changed direction, in a few minutes, the two groups of trolls would inevitably meet.
The new trolls had their hair woven into a red cockscomb, they wore a necklace made of bone around their necks, and their ears looked as narrow as rabbits', but sharper than that.
Beneath their large, pointed noses, a pair of huge teeth protrude from the corners of their mouths, curled upwards, looking like smaller tusks.
As they walked through an open field, Diego saw more clearly.
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The trolls were heavily armed, dressed in rudimentary armor made of hardwood, and armed with weapons such as axes and spears.
Regardless of which clan these guys belong to, they are all preparing for a war.
"War?"
The word popped into Diego's mind, and then he suddenly remembered Nesinvari's advice to him before he left—"The two troll clans of the Bloodtop Clan and the Skull Shattering Clan are fighting to the death, so don't get involved in this war." ” At this moment, in the dense forest behind him, there was a loud clatter of heavy bodies squeezing through the branches, and those ogres finally caught up.
(To be continued.) )