Galadia glanced at the large backpack behind the professor, and a wave of nausea made her hurriedly look away, pulling Sonia and Fiona out of the cave in a hurry. This tragic story does not need anyone to continue to witness it.
The corpses of the expedition team members left outside the pyramid were cut and separated. The butcher carefully processed the flesh and blood, but did not use the stone tools commonly used by trolls to break open the bones and suck out the marrow; Precious food that will be thrown away.
"Wen Na, she was captured by the troll, she, woo woo woo!" the professor covered his head and cried.
"What's in your bag?" Griffith stroked the cold blunt instrument in his hand and asked calmly, "Show me."
"Specimens are all precious specimens," the professor shook his head repeatedly, "No, I can't show it to you. Like William, you will damage my treasure. My beloved treasure is dedicated to Elena!"
Griffith kicked him, and the poor archaeologist flew out like a ball, hit the rocks, and rolled on the ground. The would-be knight stepped forward, opened his backpack, kicked it to the ground, and a black mass rolled out.
It was a bloody human head rolling around at Griffith's feet. His shoulder-length hair was stuck together with filth, half of his stiff and pale face had been eaten away, and extreme fear was solidified in the remaining wide-open eye. Then pieces of bones rolled out one after another, falling from the backpack to the ground with a clatter, leaving traces of teeth gnawing on them.
"Stop!" Professor Bell yelled manically, his eyes flashing with the ferocious light of a man-eating wild dog, and he rushed towards Griffith, and then was kicked away.
Undeterred, he struggled to get up again: "Don't touch my baby, no, take your dirty hands away from the beautiful Elena! She..."
The last sentence reminded Griffith. He lost interest in asking, picked up the ax, and smashed the disgusting words and the head full of filth into pieces.
…
Griffith watched the professor's extraordinary characteristics slowly separate from a pile of minced meat and brains. He turned around and asked the horrified trolls waiting outside to prepare for cremation, and then began to search for the remaining items.
Hidden within the package along with the gruesome remains was a slab of stone, hastily wrapped in pieces of troll-worn leather.
This is a very regular square stone slab, about the same size as an encyclopedia, made of unknown material but extremely strong. There is a circular groove in the center of the stone slab, and the edges are fine and smooth. The moment he touched it, Griffith had a vague feeling of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere but had no memory of it.
This must be a sacred object inherited by the troll civilization. The half of the troll's arm pressed under the package proves this point more clearly.
Looking at this ancient sacred object, Griffith fell into deep thought. Were the monsters with petal-like mouthparts and dragon-like outlines that the mad professor saw, his hallucinations or those hidden sons of Domon? The Belomon clan is not honest. How could they not understand the image of the son of Domon who sacrificed tribute and expected to return to normal? There must be many concealments in it.
The only thing that is certain is that their strength is indeed not strong, and it is even difficult to stop the attack of the crazy Professor Bell. Not only were they robbed of the sacred objects, but some of their tribesmen were also captured and used as food.
…
"Fiona, is there any sulfur?"
"Yes, I'll sprinkle some on it right now. Do you want a piece of medicated soap?"
Lana was talking to the troll in the distance. The girls' packages were placed under the stone wall at the corner, and a pleasant voice sounded softly behind the wall. After they came back from Professor Bell's cave, they were all in extremely low spirits, but Rana seemed to have learned some information from the troll, which made everyone's enthusiasm suddenly rise.
The girls disappeared behind a smooth stone wall, talking happily. Whether it was an illusion or a fact, Griffith felt that this area was warmer and moister than other areas of the temple.
At this time, Galadia's voice came from behind the wall: "Griffith, can you get me the towel in my backpack?"
Griffith immediately walked over with a towel. I saw the girl stretching out her white hands from behind the wall, waiting for the towel.
Galadia's hands are so beautiful, so white and beautiful, these slender and delicate lines... Griffith admired them and couldn't help but admire them again and again.
In normal times, the would-be knight would naturally not think there was any problem. But now that he was in a dangerous and mysterious underground temple, he became inexplicably nervous. He even doubted whether the voice behind the wall and the owner of the beautiful hand were a familiar companion. Would he be in danger?
Without hesitation for a second, he swished behind the stone wall with the towel in hand.
There turned out to be a vast expanse of white fog.
Galadia stood sideways by the wall, looking forward with excitement. She held a small shirt in front of her chest, leaving the rest of her hair uncovered. Under her slender and tight waistline was a high and plump curve. A few meters ahead, Sonia and Fiona were playing in the steaming hot springs.
This is really a beautiful scenery that I have never seen with my own eyes!
Miss Elf turned around and was stunned on the spot, looking at the bad guy who suddenly appeared next to her with a look of disbelief on her face.
"puff!"
Before Griffith could explain anything, he spurted blood from his nose. He hurriedly covered it with his hands, handed the towel to the girl's hand, bowed, and stepped back.
"Thank you for your hospitality,
"I was wrong, I won't do it next time.
"Goodbye, I wish you a good mood."
…
There was actually a hot spring hidden in the temple. This good thing made everyone recover a lot after being exhausted for the past few days. With the trolls here as servants, the next exploration will be much smoother. The dangerous situation suddenly got better!
Originally, it should be like this...
Griffith sat carefully beside the makeshift sand tray, pretending to be thinking about his next route. Galadia sat next to him, pinching him hard behind his back with her right hand, rotating it clockwise.
"The reservoir is under the cliff near the rock wall. According to the troll, there is a huge gap on it. There we can even try to use magic spells to strengthen the psychic crystal for a short time and send it to Ty Nephes and Turan. Fort and Qiming Town for help. The closer Qiming Town is more likely to respond to us," Sonia said with a relaxed look. "We will rest for a while and wait until daybreak when the sunlight in the gap shines before setting off. This will be safer. Some, what do you think Griffith?”
"There is no problem with Griffith," Galadia answered for him, "If there is danger, let him die."
At this time, two fit troll girls walked over cautiously. They came to Griffith and Lana and prostrated at their feet with great obedience.
Among all humanoid races, although troll women are not as beautiful as elves and humans, they are even more sexy and wild. Even in such an underground environment, they still look curvy, and the little tiger teeth at the corners of their mouths add a bit of wildness.
Griffith stared blankly at the approach of the troll girl, his thoughts a little confused for a moment. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his back, and the hand that was pinching him began to rotate counterclockwise. Galadia was glaring at him with raised eyebrows!
At this moment, the troll girl had already crawled to her feet, trying to untie the belts of the Shutorals, and put her face up to them...
"Oh, wait!" Griffith immediately stopped them, his back hurt and his face was sweating, and he said calmly, "Well, this is what it is, well, an offering to the conqueror, stand down. , the warriors of the Ability God have known about your piety and obedience, but they will not give you courage and strength...gifts, um. You, hiss, you still need to be tested."
"That's good," Rana, who was unexpected and turned pale, quickly agreed, "Step back, you still need to accept the test."
The two troll girls looked disappointed and retreated silently. The campfire became very quiet for a while.
"They are here to sleep with you," Sonia, who was not far away, was playing with her wand on her fingertips. The arcs of electricity were rolling and crackling like silver snakes. "This is what the magic spell told me."
Griffith looked away from the arc like a puppet man. No, the two girls didn't say anything just now, and the communication spell didn't tell you anything. In short, please put away the lightning mahogany wand first.
Fiona polished her sword with a whetstone mixed with dust crystals. The sharp grinding sound tore at her eardrums, and the already extremely sharp sword shone with cold light. She sharpened the sword for a while, then raised it in front of her with satisfaction and looked at it from left to right: "Rana, do you think my sword is as sharp as iron?"
It's like cutting iron like clay, so it's naturally extremely fast. The tall hussar accompanied the smiling face with a few words of praise.
Galadia took off the bow string from the strong bow for maintenance, and gently plucked the bow string made of refined blue dragon sinew with her hand armor, making a trembling sound of "in". She twisted the bowstring around the rock, and the rock broke immediately. Seeing that the weapon was in good condition, she said happily: "How are you given courage and strength? Griffith, you seem to understand it very well."
No, no, no, nothing. Griffith's head shook like a wind chime in the strong wind.
"Oh, Griffith, the night is so beautiful today!" Lana said, pointing to the top of the head where no starlight or night sky could be seen, "Why don't we go out to exercise and stretch out our muscles!"
"Not bad," Griffith jumped up and stretched his body, which was exhausted from continuous battles. "I'm almost rusty, I'm rusty!"
The three girls were sitting nearby, looking at them with cold and pitiful eyes.
At this moment, another troll outside the hall respectfully asked for instructions. Two tall and thin troll teenagers crawled in from the door with great obedience, crawled to the feet of the stunned Shutoral, tried to loosen their belts, and put their faces to him...
Griffith hurriedly asked them to leave and told them not to disturb them again.
"Hey..." Fiona looked at the boy who walked out, closed the notebook in her hand with regret and sighed.
"In such a stagnant and primitive world, we should not regard Beyeland's civilization as the prevailing norm. We must understand and respect local customs and habits. Isn't this the object of archaeological research?" Rana turned around. He said to the girls seriously, "Classmates, teach me a lesson, teach me a lesson!"
After about half an hour, the troll elder led two other old elders who looked like dead tree bark and crawled from the hall to the feet of the stunned Shutoral with great obedience...
"Stop!" Galadia screamed, "Are you still finished?"
"My eyes, my eyes!" Fiona yelled, covering her face.
…
The purpose of the elders coming here is to ask them for instructions on the next battle plan. Although the tribesmen of the trolls cannot compete with the human warriors, they will keep up no matter the cost.
The plan was quickly finalized, and the elder himself bravely asked to accompany him, bringing with him the bravest warriors to recapture the ancient stone slab.
After the trolls left one after another, Rana snorted, "These trolls have many hidden ideas."
"Really?" Fiona asked doubtfully, "They look quite simple."
Griffith gestured to the huge temple: "There are not many members of this group, and they would not be so active in fighting without enough benefits. There must be something there that they desperately want.
"In addition, we have encountered the hospitality just now among the tribes in the East. They will immediately offer offerings and materials to powerful forces. The real purpose is nothing more than to let outsiders fight for them and break the existing pattern. ."
Lana nodded heavily twice. Before he could take over the topic, the three girls had already pointed out the doubtful points.
"So what did the tribes in the east give you?"
"You just laughed at it then, right?"
"Rana, this is your last chance."
Griffith was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help opening his mouth, not knowing how to speak.
"So, you are selling illicit liquor in the East, pouring water on the floors of people's houses to grab things, and blackmailing locals to do such unspeakable things!" Galadia asked with a cold face.
Ah, this...
"I didn't sell bootleg liquor!" Lana shouted, "Of course I didn't do any other bad things either!"
"So, what about you, Griffith?" Galadia asked reluctantly.
Even Sonia asked: "Did you really do these things?"
The air in the hall was so heavy that it almost turned into water. Questioning eyes glanced around.
"That's enough! Have you forgotten that we are still in a dangerous unknown ruins?" Griffith looked at the elf who questioned him with an extremely serious and unquestionable gaze, "Although I sold private wine and robbed some Something, but that’s in the East where even black bread is often not available, on the front lines where even toothbrushes and dogs can’t be found!”
If it was just a joke, it would be just amusement, but the three girls have gone too far.
Griffith clenched his fists and took an angry step forward. Galadia didn't expect it to suddenly unfold like this, and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Rana, we have nothing to be ashamed of.
"We defend our homeland thousands of miles away, and familiar comrades die every week. We eat bread mixed with sawdust, eat maggots in biscuits, and often spend the night in horse manure and stagnant water. Do we pay such a price? , did you bleed under the orc’s ax just to sell bootleg wine there and grab something?”
"I, no, that's not what I meant." Miss Elf said at a loss. Sonia was also shocked. It was the first time she saw Griffith so angry.
"We are fighting for you and for this world, past and present!" Griffith's roar scared away the troll remnants outside the hall. "We pay taxes to the kingdom with our blood, and pay taxes with our swords and lives." Just because you serve doesn’t mean you can insult our dignity like this.”
"I'm sorry, Griffith, we didn't mean that," Sonia cried when she was told, "I'm sorry."
Galadia was completely silent, like a child who had done something wrong and didn't dare to raise her head.
