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Heisen plane.

This is a troll tribe located in the deep forests of the mountains.

The war has just been extinguished, and the vampire forces from afar are quickly clearing the battlefield.

Mary patted the batwing, hovering in the air, and piled up a large number of troll corpses on top of a huge stone square.

These trolls have a height of 3 meters, an indigo skin, thick hair, two long fangs that anger out of the lips, and a red cranial top mane. Their bodies are very strong and strong, their hands and feet are particularly long, and the weapons used are sharpened wooden spears and a strange shuttle dart.

Of course, these weapons are hardened!

A paralytic toxin extracted from plants, a tablespoon of so-called toxins can easily lay down an adult violent giant elephant.

But unfortunately, such a hardened weapon is almost harmless to vampires!

Mary floated in the air, dropped a body of a troll warrior who had dried up completely, wiped away a trace of pale green blood stains left in the corner of his mouth, and began to slowly glance at this lifeless troll camp.

And the wounds that rolled over her body began to slowly close and close under the suffocating suffocation...

In order to eliminate this group of trolls as soon as possible, Mary and Soros went straight into the troll camp from the beginning of the war, and then cut down the statue of the **** of feathers erected in the center of the stone square in a near-insulting manner. This time, they also completely angered the entire troll tribe.

All the trolls, whether they are full-time fighting troll warriors or ordinary troll women and children, are as crazy as they have been drilled from wooden houses, shacks, and grass nests, and they have launched an offensive attack on the two.

Mary and Soros stood in the middle of the stone square and were attacked by waves of crazy trolls. As for the vampire troops they brought, they were scattered all around, hiding in the dark corners and quickly eliminating the trolls that were placed.

Ordinary vampires are still too weak after all!

Their thin body can't support the thick and heavy metal armor, so all the vampires are wearing some soft and smooth silk soft robes in order not to affect their agile body shape.

This kind of clothing obviously can't resist the troll attack with powerful stalwart power, so in order to reduce the casualties of the vampire, Mary, the blood lord can only play with him, with Soros to attract the eyes of all the trolls to both of them. Body.

After all, Mary and Soros have reached the 3rd order, possessing a strange blood-sucking attack ability, which can extract some power from the blood flowing from the enemy's body. This also makes them have almost infinite fighting energy.

Even so, the trolls' sharp sharp spears and the whistling metal darts still left them both scarred and the injuries were constantly accumulating.

The most difficult thing about the trolls is not their strong body, but the tenacity and terrible vitality.

Whether it is a broken limb, or a large hole in the chest and abdomen, as long as the skull has not been cut, they can continue to launch a fierce attack.

In terms of comprehensive quality, adult trolls are qualified fighters regardless of their gender. Their physical qualities have reached the standard of the first-order creatures, and with the spirit of fighting and not taking care of themselves, the spirit of life is endless, and the strength is no less inferior to ordinary 2nd-order creatures.

Even the old and weak women and children who are less powerful have strong offensive valleys and fighting skills.

If they are scattered into the mountains to fight guerrillas, even if the vampire team expands ten times, it is difficult to clean them up. Therefore, in order to solve this troll camp with a total of 300 heads at a time, Mary can only use her own bait to smother the enemy in the center of this unconstrained camp.

After a **** battle, there were countless wounds in Mary.

Looking into the distance, her delicate and tall body can see the horrible wounds of the baby's mouth, and the skin has turned into a blue-purple color, which obviously accumulates too many terrible toxins.

Even so, Mary still relied on the bee sting in her hand to kill the trolls that came one by one.

Injury and injury, blood transfusion!

Mary's attack has always been so simple and straightforward, and the effect is amazing.

183 adult troll warriors and 133 ordinary trolls in the entire troll camp, 207 directly or indirectly in the hands of Mary and Soros.

In particular, the troll chief who is up to the second-order intermediate level is a spear that puts Mary through his chest and makes a heartbreaking cool. However, its attack also completely angered the blood queen Mary.

Mary did not cut off its head, nor blew its heart, but completely bleed it with a swift figure and a violent storm.

The troll chief who was once arrogant and arrogant was dying!

And its blood is not ruined, it was directly absorbed by Mary with a **** halo, and then transformed into a horrible blood system witchcraft thrown into the troll warriors.

Blood stasis, blood violent, blood spear, blood boiling, blood flow reversal...

As a vampire wizard at the 3rd-order peak, Mary combines bloodline energy and singular witchcraft to create a series of **** witchcraft, each with terrible fighting power. And as the blood of all blood knights and blood elves, Mary can also give these blood witchcraft to their subordinates in a limited way.

This also enhances the combat power of the vampire wizards from one side!

After all, if you only rely on the vampire's instinct to fight, then they are always a group of vampires who are excluded by the wizarding group. But now with these bloodline witchcraft, they can also be self-sufficient ‘blood witch’.

In the distant forests, the pursuit of the battle continues.

When the number of trolls in the camp fell below 50, they finally fled back and began to flee wildly into the mountains.

Mary did not participate in the follow-up attack. Instead, she smacked the ragged batwings and floated on the body of the trolls that piled up into the mountains. While extracting the strong blood, she tried to recover the scars on her body.

Immediately, Soros, wearing a thick armor, walked back from a distance in a heavy footstep, crouched down, and placed a horrible troll head in front of Mary.

This is the head of an old troll!

Its skin has been loose and wrinkled, the hair on the top of the skull is dying, and a white animal's beast is worn on the nose. The large round ears on both sides are drooping, and two golden earrings are hung on it.

The old troll's eyes are round and round, grinning, and a fierce and cruel appearance...

However, the most attractive thing is still a layer of magical halo on the skull.

Witch doctor of the troll family!

Seriously speaking, the witch doctor of the troll family is also the caster who has mastered the power of some elements.

However, they combine the power of elements with various biological herbs to form an extremely unique way of mixing poison.

The blue-violet toxin that Mary couldn't get rid of quickly was thanks to it.

After the troll chiefs died, they saw the trolls facing the catastrophe. The treacherous troll witch doctor immediately ordered the trolls to flee and flee, and it himself mixed into the fugitive team to escape this. The pursuit of a terrible enemy.

It is a pity that the power of the strange element that does not know how to cover it can overcome the eyes and ears of Mary and others.

Mary stayed here to recover, but sent the 3rd-order blood knight Soros to kill the witch doctor.

Sure enough, it took only a quarter of an hour, Soros brought back the troll witch head with 2nd-order primary strength.

However, after experiencing this **** battle, Soros's thick armor was covered with potholes, and most of the armor spikes were bent and broken. The sticky and stinky troll purple blood brushed his body layer by layer, even if it was just a simple crouch there, and soon there was a horrible **** stalk underneath, and there was a layer of flesh floating on it. Broken and unknown organ fragments.

"Isa, it's yours! I need to know the location of the troll kingdom and their tribal distribution as soon as possible. In addition, what kind of strong people are in their ethnic groups, and also find out what I have to leak out... Mary squatted above the air and shouted.

"Yes!"

From the nearby forest, I quickly flew a figure of grace, and also crouched in front of Mary and screamed.

Immediately, the blood elf mage Essa stood up and walked over, took the head of the old troll witch doctor, and slammed it into his huge mouth and kissed it. The beautiful face appeared on the flowery face. Hazy mad look.

"Come on, come on... your blood, your life, your soul... everything is mine! Come and integrate with me, you will be reborn..."

With a horrible whisper, the old troll witch doctor who could not die any more suddenly screamed and screamed, and the entire ugly face was covered with fear that could not be concealed.

When the blood elf mage Isa licked his lips, he drilled countless miserable green fluorescence from the head of the old troll witch doctor, such as the tired bird, which quickly fell into the delicate red lips of Isa.

"Evil wizards, you will be violently condemned by the goddess of the gods! I... even if it is dead, curse you..."

A strange shadow of the soul emerged from the head of the old troll witch doctor, and began to curse the blood elves in front of him. It is a pity that it has lost its ability to protect its own soul. It can only be screamed and screamed into a stream of fireflies.

Only the second-level intermediate-level blood elf mage Isa swallowed the second-order primary troll witch doctor, and the whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. A strange toxin erupted in her body, dyeing her original white and pink skin into an indigo color.

However, how much power a dead old witch doctor can have, so it took only half a quarter of an hour for Isa to digest its soul, and the accompanying broken memory of noisy souls.