Griffith held the shield in his hand, alert to the enemies around him, and watched for the spears they might throw suddenly. The troll clan dueling him would likely launch an all-out attack if the odds were stacked against him.
A troll warrior armed with a heavy black stone ax jumped out, howling and beating his chest with his fists, running around the would-be knight, circling closer like a falcon. The drums and war cries of the troll clan reached a boiling point. Sonia nervously held her hands in front of her chest, not daring to look away from the duel field in front of her for a second.
"Don't be nervous." Galadia patted her shoulder, her relaxed expression didn't seem to care.
"Why?" Sonia asked puzzled.
Griffith put away the mace, first caught the blow with his vanguard shield, pressed his hand on the ax handle, and then punched the warrior in the face.
"Bang!"
The punch made a huge muffled sound that echoed in the cave, stopping the rumbling drums. The troll warrior who was hit hard staggered back a step, and the stone ax in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
In the silence, Griffith pressed his knee on the warrior's chest, raised his right fist and struck again. A mouth full of broken teeth and blood sprayed out. The warrior of the Bellomont remnants struggled to resist, but Griffith pulled him up and punched him in the jaw.
"Bang!"
The warrior was sent flying two meters away, spinning and being slapped on the ground.
Griffith picked up the black stone ax on the ground and glanced at the remnants surrounding him.
"Next!"
Amid the commotion, Bellomont's remnants beat the war drums again, and a vigorous warrior appeared holding a scimitar. His weapons were made of shiny metal, far more sophisticated than before. The vigorous pace is flickering and illusory, making it difficult to capture.
"We will avenge the warriors! Maroti Maguda will drag you into the shadows, beyond his reach!"
In the shouts of the elders, the troll warrior with a convoluted name disappeared into the air in front of Griffith. The cold murderous intention is slowly approaching. In this dark lost ruins, the trolls seem to be good at hiding, otherwise they would not surround the investigation team.
The remnants of the trolls cheered their warriors with strange roars. His ears were filled with random sounds and interference, making it impossible for Griffith to calm down and detect the enemy's movements.
Maroti Maguda, whose name is so bizarre that it is almost impossible for anyone to remember it, suddenly appears from the shadows. Like those evil and experienced assassins, he had already reached behind Griffith and stabbed the fatal waist and abdomen with his sword.
"Bang!"
The troll assassin's scimitar shattered the ice shield and got stuck on the solid breastplate. Maroti Maguda suddenly found that his wrists were also frostbitten, and the blade only tore a gap in the breastplate and he was unable to move.
He was about to evacuate immediately, but his feet were already frozen by the cold air.
Griffith turned around like a storm and pressed towards the Troll Assassin with the force of a landslide. The Vanguard Shield slammed into his rapidly retreating body, making the troll dizzy. The troll assassin didn't even have time to close the distance before the black stone ax sliced open his cheek, taking away the broken tongue, teeth and facial bones.
The agile assassin fell to the ground like a stone amid the cries of his tribe.
The drum beat stopped instantly again. All the trolls seemed to have a piece of rag stuffed in their mouths, and their dull and mysterious war cries turned into humiliating whines.
"Look!" Galadia proudly raised her chin towards Sonia, "These trolls live underground in isolation from the world, and they cannot have much food and combat experience. Regardless of their large number, they come quickly, and their appearance It’s scary. In a real fight, how could he be the opponent of Shutoral who is fighting all over the world~”
Sonia couldn't help but nodded repeatedly: "That's good, I'm worried that using a large magic spell here will cause landslides.".
"That's not necessary," Galadia patted her shoulder, "Your divination results should be quite accurate."
The seriously injured Troll Assassin was crawling on the ground with a broken face. Griffith glanced at him and looked up at the densely packed troll tribe:
"Go on, that ceremony called Nai."
As soon as he finished speaking, the troll elder suddenly waved his hand, and a group of troll warriors holding spears flashed out from the tribe, aiming at Griffith and throwing them.
"Garadia, defensive barrier!"
How shameless! These cunning guys were ready to play dirty tricks from the beginning when the situation in the duel was unfavorable. As soon as Griffith saw them coming out with their spears raised, Griffith turned and ran in the direction of the girls, hiding under their spell.
A shower of projections came again, roaring outside the strong wind and force field formed by the spell, but none of them hit.
At this moment, Lana, who had taken advantage of the gap in the battle to complete a detour, suddenly appeared on the troll's flank. He wielded the majestic wrath and the swords of the Eternal Patriarch and rushed towards the unprepared survivors, cutting off their spears and limbs, just like windmills sweeping across the wheat field, creating a bloody storm.
The ruins were filled with screams, roars and curses.
Not all troll clans are warriors. Some of them were playing drums, and some were carrying food and odds and ends collected from nowhere. They gathered to cheer as if they were called to watch the fun. Lana's swords tore them apart in the blink of an eye. The masked elder saw his people being slaughtered and screamed loudly:
"Outsiders, why are you massacring our people! Get out of our holy land!"
Rana immediately rushed to kill him. The elder hid back and shouted: "Break his spine, warrior Trendo, the gods are watching you among the stars."
A sturdy troll warrior rushed out of the crowd. His body is incredibly large, completely different from the lean trolls, as fat as a suture monster. Instead of an ax or a scimitar, he held a large club embedded in the rock.
There was a roar with every step he took. Even Lana looked at him sideways and turned to face him.
"Trendo, boom-boom-boom! Trentor, boom-boom-boom!"
This particular troll warrior received special cheers, and the bloodied troll clansmen who had been killed in just a few seconds gathered their courage and cheered for their warrior.
"Hoho, the combination of arms is quite rich and colorful." Rana pointed at the Bellomont warriors who were shouting fiercely for battle, and hooked his fingers at him.
The noisy shouts fell silent, and even the nearby spear warriors backed away some distance. Only the drummer is hitting hard.
"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong!"
The Troll Warrior Trendor pressed in like a moving mountain of flesh. He was fierce and determined to compete with this human in strength. The coming blow will be a devastating blow.
Uncharacteristically, Lana put away his defensive sword to dodge the blows of the stone hammer, and at the same time threw the dagger at his waist at the troll's cheek.
The troll's stone hammer sank with great force, causing the ground to shake with tremors. He faced the dagger's attack forcefully with his face full of flesh, and came rumblingly forward.
"Hoho! The majestic Trentor is irresistible!"
The giant man roared and fought fiercely, roaring and smashing down with the stone hammer, lifting up whole pieces of broken stone slabs on the ground. It doesn't matter whether this blow hits or not, even the flying fragments can cause terrible large-scale splash damage.
Suddenly, a figure wearing fine armor rushed out from the sharp gravel and dust in the sky, and his big feet covered with greaves and iron boots stepped on the stone hammer that fell to the ground with a "bang".
The troll warrior tried his best to lift the stone hammer, but it seemed as if it was weighed down by a heavy weight and could not move.
Lana stepped on the stone hammer with one foot, leaped forward like lightning and grabbed the troll's head, and swept it head-on with his broken steel sword with both hands. There was a tooth-itching tearing sound in the air, and the huge head flew up in a rain of blood, falling to the feet of the troll remnants and rolling around.
"..."
The trolls of the Bellomon clan retreated one after another. They stared at the round heads with wide eyes, making rattling noises like mice.
"Warriors of the Ability God, you have gained the honor of being the enemy of Elder Gilapakasa!"
The elder of the Bellomont remnant took action personally. He got out of the crowd, took out a voodoo doll and pierced it with a wooden awl.
"Welcome the darkness with divine power!"
Lana immediately felt as if he was pinned in place, unable to move, and some kind of spell was imprisoning his body. The elder Gilapakasa immediately took out the blowgun from under his mask. The fine needle in the blowpipe was still covered with emerald green liquid, which was obviously smeared with deadly poison.
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However, such an ability cannot defeat the Barrier Breaker. Lana circulated his blood energy, and in a blink of an eye, he broke free from the restraints and charged at the elder, then knocked him down with a punch.
"Oh——!" the elder screamed, "outsiders, stop it, stop it."
Lana punched the begging elder in the face again, cracking the thick mask. The sharp wooden thorns dug into the elder's flesh like a hedgehog.
"Warrior, wait, wait."
Lana ignored him and punched him hard with his fist, causing the elder's wail to echo in the cave.
Sonia couldn't bear to look at the bloody scene, turned to Griffith and whispered: "I think they are starting to talk softly."
The elder's face was like a magma vein that had just erupted, and his face was red and white. He looked at the huge fist, cried and shouted: "Outsiders, oh, apostles of the powerful alien gods, please accept our loyal submission and worship."
"You guys can still speak nicely!" Lana rode on him and shouted, "Prepare food and hot water, as well as soft fur and a clean room."
"Our food is not enough." The elder said in fear as he lay on the ground.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lana grabbed his head, pinched the fangs near his mouth and broke it hard.
"Ugh——!" the elder screamed.
"Stop being so long-winded!" Lana gestured at the elder's face with his broken teeth, "Hurry up and prepare food and beds for us! Just like a maid asking a returning knight whether he should eat dinner first or eat himself first!"
He came in person like a roaring god, and his irresistible majesty made the trolls kneel down one after another as they trembled and looked up.
"Yes, yes, the apostle of the powerful alien god."
