klisemfg Chapter 631 The Only Survivor
Chapter 631 The Only Survivor
Thirteen ordinary troll youths, including the village chief's son, Little Fang, have become true death hunters.
Little Fang crushed the large tooth of the Dark Spear Troll Exile who resembled a member of his race. The dwarf pirate received the same treatment, and all the remaining weapons and ammunition on the other ogres and tauren were also taken.
They retrieved the remains of their people from a small group of mercenaries, including bone powder that resembled troll sweat and powerful magic essence.
The surviving troll warriors expressionlessly took items from the enemy and kept them as spoils of war.
The resurrected troll zombie warriors and mummy ancestors on the outer perimeter stood guard like statues, their positions precise, forming a magic circle. The resurrected ancestors surrounded the eerie magic circle of the God of Fertility's sacrifice, and the enemies sacrificed inside were also Lorraine's prey.
In less than a few minutes, the massive, menacing mercenaries vanished into thin air, either dismantled into pieces or experiencing the same fear and despair as the troll villagers.
A strange farce, the meaning of which is unclear.
Only scattered flames remained in the village, crackling as they burned through the wood and withered branches. Above, a faint green veil of poisonous mist lingered, though its concentration had diminished to a level of corrosiveness...
Tears welled in Little Fang's eyes as it silently led the remaining members of its tribe out of the magic circle, returning behind Lorraine. They became silent and loyal once more, bowing their heads in worship of Death. Only the goblin chieftain, whom Lorraine had specifically requested to remain, remained within the magic circle. He was now imprisoned by the dark magic orb, unable to speak or see, only able to hear the surrounding screams, his body trembling...
He kept saying that Lorraine couldn't understand a certain language...
He guessed that if it wasn't a curse, it was a pleas for mercy in a different language...
"Spare me, I'm just an employee... It has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me, really, it was all the CEO's orders."
Blinded by the shadowy mist, their cunning eyes pierced by the raging flames, and barely able to speak, the goblin leaders Kaz, Covent, and Diamond... were now in a panic.
Someone used a strange force to pull him up, bind his hands, feet, and neck, and suspend him high in the air...
After firing the first shot, the smug diamond immediately tried to run away. It ordered its ogre bodyguards to carry it and run, but before it could even make a move against a death knight blocking the door, the giant ogre exploded, seemingly in the form of a bizarre corpse explosion spell.
One after another, his minions exploded within the eerie magic circle. Fear and panic were not enough to describe the goblin leader, who had initially been smug.
This senior engineer and regional manager, who was at the director level, panicked immediately.
It had considered that trolls might possess witchcraft, but it never imagined it would be such terrifying and unsolvable bizarre magic. It was as if the trolls were toying with it; wherever it went, its companions and subordinates turned into human-shaped fireworks. The scene was indescribable; it could only be described as sticky, foul-smelling, and pungent.
More frightening than the experimental poison gas shells brought by diamonds.
Under the mocking gaze of the Blood Knight Godos, the little goblin frantically darted left and right, only to find himself in a dead end wherever he went. Azaran and Yegosh were also in his path, wielding magic arrows and relentlessly lashing at the goblin engineer 'Diamond'.
The poor little guy suddenly became helpless and frantic, yelling and screaming, pulling out a goblin bomb and throwing it at the death knight.
These little things are incredibly powerful. Lorraine had given orders beforehand; before the goblin grenades even got close, skeletal hands rose from the ground to catch them and quickly threw them out...
Hands sprouted from the ground, and skeletons emerged from the soil, tearing and biting—this must be hell.
.......
"Answer me two questions, and you will be freed."
Hearing Lorraine's calm response, the goblin was more surprised than frightened.
It tried no fewer than 10 languages it knew, begging and pleading, and finally received a response: the universal language of humans.
It's rare for the dead to speak human language, but that's not the point.
The goblins' excitement turned into joy.
The real point is that out of a group of several hundred people, only he was left alive. It seems the other side really wanted to keep him alive to ask some questions.
It guessed that its life was temporarily safe...
"Respected spirit, please grant me wisdom... I am willing to offer everything I have, to speak without reservation, only begging you not to kill me... Kaz is willing to serve you, without accepting any reward!"
"Give you wisdom? I'll eat your brain!"
"Ah...no, no, no, my brain is small, dirty, and doesn't taste good. No, no, no, eat the fat one! The fat one is delicious..."
......
The goblin-like overseer had been freed from his restraints, yet it dared not resist.
Not to mention the three death knights who were like demons staring at it, even the eyes of the seemingly insignificant high-ranking undead soldier of the tribe, a ragged undead mage, seemed to hold another world.
Stared coldly at by an undead whose left eye blazed with frost and whose right eye was as deep as a ghostly cave, the arrogant goblin dared not move an inch... He muttered nonsense, pointing at the remnant soul of the ogre bodyguard, who was no longer human, and spouting rubbish.
Lorraine chuckled; it was just trying to scare the bastard.
Although Lorraine had never forgotten the undead's racial trait of cannibalism, it was best to avoid supplementary foods if fresh food was available...
Strangely enough, ever since the plague seed stopped interfering with Lorraine's thoughts, it felt a restlessness in its blood again, a constant urge to devour, both body and soul.
I don't know if it's a side effect of the fourth complete awakening of the will of the undead, or if the rune's right eye is hungry.
Or perhaps it was the warning of the thirty-first day, a loss of control that had occurred when the rune first embedded itself in the right eye socket. Later, I found my teacher's eyes, but now the second part has dragged on for a long time with absolutely no progress.
Just now, I have another ghost leopard mark on the back of my hand. Ghost leopards and ghost tigers are not much different. In troll culture, it seems that leopards and tigers cannot be distinguished. Black tigers and black leopards, saber-toothed tigers and tiger kings that look like lions are completely mixed up. Perhaps this is the cultural habit of trolls.
Following the logic of the eyes, then the second part of the teacher's body could be the hands!
It's not the brain, nor the skin; it should be a complete body part.
What part of the body is associated with the Wild Boar God?
Could it be a pig's trotter? If not a pig's foot, could it be a pig's head, tail, or ribs?
......
Lorraine chuckled...
The goblin opposite him jumped in fright, "My lord, please ask! We goblins are the most unpalatable creatures. Look, even ogres won't eat us..."
"Ok?"
Lorraine's smile vanished coldly as she glared at the diamond.
"What are you doing here? What was that green thing just now? By the way, who are you? And you said you captured a necromancer, what was that like? Where is he? Is he dead or alive?"
Lorraine, who is usually slow and quiet, is sometimes really quite guileless.
The imposing aura and intimidation he had built up before he opened his mouth vanished completely.
The goblin Kaz paused for a moment, a glint of light flashing in its cunning eyes, and its lips tightened. Lorraine felt as if the god of mischief was smiling right in front of him.
"My lord, you've asked me so many questions, I don't know which one to answer! Should I talk about the necromancer, or about myself? Or about the green fireworks just now...?"
"Hmph, enough nonsense, you have to answer everything I ask!"
"Very well, esteemed sir, may I ask your name?"
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"You dare to speak about yourself? How dare you know your master's name?"
Azalan angrily pulled on the shadow rope that was already binding the goblin. The rope, which had been weak and powerless, suddenly tightened as if it had come to life, strangling the goblin's neck and limbs.
The taut rope, like an electrified iron net, pierced deep into the flesh, causing the goblin to involuntarily pull at the Shadow Rope with both hands. Little did he know that the flames on the rope also scorched his soul, a stimulation that transcended the physical body, almost making the goblin faint.
It was originally Azaran's shadow power that bound this goblin leader.
At this moment, it seemed to sense the goblin's offense and contempt towards its master.
Despite being the only survivor by sheer luck, this guy couldn't even distinguish between the king and queen, and actually started playing dirty tricks on his master.
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