Guerrerogan stared at it and spit.

"It's time to die, brute," he said, cutting an awful wound on the chest with an axe. The guy continued to stand there, studying the wound with interest. Grey Rogan attacked his ankle again, trying to cut his leg. He chopped green blood again. But the monster did not fall.

Its huge pliers fell at an alarming speed and closed with a click. If the oathbreaker does not bow his head, it will cut off his head. The troll roared angrily, slamming with one paw. Somehow, Guerrerogan waved his axe successfully out of direction. He avoided the fist that fell like rain on him.

Bai En recites the mantra, trying to encircle the giant monster with the thickness of his wrist hair, but he is easily pulled by the other party along with Bai En. Then the other party slammed his arm, flicking Bai En at the other end of his hair, and hit the wall. The pain caused by the impact made Bai En almost unable to hold the sword when falling from the wall.

When Bane raised his head again, the dwarf and the monster faced and circled carefully, and everyone was looking for opportunities. Bane noticed in horror that Guerrerogan's wound to the monster was healing again. This is the worst discovery. There is no doubt that the body of this monster is a troll. When the wound recovered, a sound like a drooling mouth closed.

Rubes Hagrid rushed forward and thrust his sword at the monster. The blade pierced the creature's leg and stayed there. When the guide struggled to pull it out, the monster swept him with his backhand and shot him away. When he hit a place not far from Bai En, he heard the sound of broken ribs, and the guide's head hit the wall heavily. Rubes Hagrid lay quietly in his own pool of blood after landing.

Bai En stood up and took out a small bottle filled with bright red liquid. He threw the liquid in the middle of the pile of broken bones, then inserted the sacrificial knife into the left shoulder blade and began to recite the mantra. As soon as the spell ended, Bai En pulled out the sacrificial knife and threw the sacrificial knife, and the sacrificial knife stabbed the monster's body. Then Bai En read a word, and the bones contaminated by the red liquid flew from the place Stabbed at that monster.

Bone spurs didn't really hurt the monster, but when the monster was upset, Guerrerogan jumped in and hit a side attack on its shoulder. He cut off the baby-like head. It rolled to Bai En's feet and screamed there. Bai En put down his sword, pulled out the sacrificial knife, cut it with the sacrificial knife, and cut his head in half. It began to meet again. He continued to attack until his sacrificial knife was cut out of a gap, then hit on the stone floor and broke. He still can't kill that thing.

"Stand back," he heard Morris' voice. He jumped aside. The air suddenly burned. It smells of sulfur and burnt meat. There was no sound in the small head, and there was no recovery.

This also reminded Bain to notice that Oberon-Ravenhart was chanting a spell, and the monster seemed to feel a new threat. It jumped over Guerrerogan and caught the chanting with its huge pliers Mage of spells. Bai En saw the expression of fear on his face when he was lifted high. He struggled to release a spell. A fireball burst out of his fingers, and the shadow disappeared briefly. The monster screamed. It reflexively closed its claws, sandwiching the mage in half.

Oberon-Ravenhart fell to the ground and his clothes were burning. The mob changed his goal to Morris, and Morris chanted the spell quickly, trying to complete it before the mob arrived. But the monster ’s size determined its attack distance. Bian did n’t even effectively block it. One of his arms hit Morris. Brian heard the sound of broken bones again. He looked There was a dent in Morris' chest, and he flew out and hit a sarcophagus. There was no response.

At this time, the dark despair overwhelmed Bai En. If Oberon-Ravenhart survives, he and Morris can contain the troll with each other, and it is likely to harm it and burn it with the fire of purification. Now that he is dead, no one knows whether Morris is still alive. Grey Logan could only attack the monster from behind behind in vain, but the healing power enhanced by the evil force made it almost invulnerable. They are doomed to fail.

Bai En's shoulders slipped. He is powerless, his spells have no effect on it. Everyone else sacrificed in vain. Their pursuit failed. The ghosts of the once dwarf ruler will continue to wander in pain. Everything is in vain, whether it is the prediction of Flynn or the prediction of the old mage, it undoubtedly indicates that this is nothing more than his end.

He looked at Guerrogan's sweaty face. Soon, the dwarf will be exhausted and unable to evade monster attacks. The dwarf knew this, but he didn't give up. Bai En re-determined, he will not give up. He looked at the burning body of the dead mage.

The fire became stronger, even bigger than when the man's clothes burned. Bai En suddenly realized. Oberon-Ravenhart put a few bottles of spare lamp oil in his coat. Bai En quickly took off his backpack and found an oil bottle.

"Help me delay the time! Make it busy!" He shouted at Guerrerogan and opened the oil bottle. Guerrerogan issued a dirty dwarf curse. Bai En threw the bottle at the monster, and the bright oil splashed all over it. When it tried to lock Guerrerogan, he ignored him. The dwarf redoubled his efforts ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ cut it like a lunatic. Bai En poured a second bottle of wine, and then a third bottle, staring at the dead corner of the monster.

"No matter what you want to do, man, do it!" The dwarf shouted.

Bai En took out a bottle of kerosene from his arms, then raised the broken sacrificial knife, and began to recite spells at the dead mage's body. Before the spell ended, he threw the kerosene on the body and yelled at Grey Rogan.

"Get down!"

The kerosene bottle fell on the body and shattered, causing the body to burn more violently as the spell ended. The corpse exploded suddenly, the burning flesh and bones splashed around, most of them rushed to the huge monster. The corpse attached with fire oil fell on the giant monster and stuck to it. The pain caused by the fire caused the monster to wailing, and several arms kept patting the burning corpses, trying to extinguish the flames.

But to no avail, it was already filled with fuel by Bai En. The troll screamed. It collapsed backwards. Bai En picked up the long sword on the ground and rushed up. Now, when Guerrerogen's axe fell, the wound did not heal. And Bai En's sword cut pieces of burning flesh from it, and the two of them drove the burning monster back to the pile of gold. It stumbled over something and fell over.

Grey Rogan raised his axe above his head. "In my ancestor's name!" The dwarf howled, "Go to death!"

His axe fell like a thunderbolt, cutting off the guy's dirty head. The troll seemed to be dead and never got up again. But Bane still walked anxiously next to the burning corpse, slamming it with a sword at the place where it might be the brain and heart. It wasn't until he could endure the hot air again that he coughed and stepped aside, as if his throat and lungs were hurt by the hot, disgusting hot air.