The Sword and The Shadow

Chapter 62: Hunt the Snow Troll

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After watching Annelotte being knocked away by the snow troll, Regnar didn't feel any emotion in his heart.

Just like the previous time in Yege Forest, he once again entered a state of absolute sanity and absolute coldness. He stared at the roaring Snow Troll with his eyes, and began to accelerate slowly. With the blessing of Deville's acceleration technique, his speed became faster and faster, and finally the whole person turned into a black shadow and rushed directly towards the Snow Troll. .

After defeating a troublesome woman, the snow troll's anger was slightly vented, but just as it roared in a demonstration at the remaining humans, a burning pain suddenly came from its back shoulder.

Regnar's figure appeared on the back of the Snow Troll. He had just used all his strength to not only approach his opponent at a speed that was almost imperceptible to everyone, but in the end he even jumped on the Snow Troll's back to fight with all his strength. He thrust the flaming blade into its back shoulder with all his strength.

The troll's hard bones stuck the flaming blade to death, but even so, Regnar was still not satisfied. He grasped the balance on the troll's shoulders and slowly stood up, then raised his feet high and fiercely Once he stepped on it, he actually stepped on the flaming blade a little deeper into his flesh.

The severe pain burned the snow troll's nerves, and it raised its arm to slap Regnar. But Regner jumped off its shoulder like a dexterous monkey, ignoring the flaming blade still stuck on his shoulder.

The snow troll roared again, because not only did it not hit the hateful reptile on its body, but it instead slapped the flaming blade on its shoulder directly into its own body. In this way, unless the snow troll dies, Regnar will never get back his valuable and commemorative weapon.

Regnar jumped directly in front of the snow troll, his face now a little pale. In the past few seconds, he had almost exploded all the power in his body, so after doing all this, he was now so tired that he almost collapsed.

But knowing it was no time to rest yet, he jumped back to avoid one of the snow troll's swipes before charging at his foe again.

On the other side, Deville and others finally lost another snow troll. They turned their heads and watched in surprise as the skinny boy and the snow troll slowly circled around.

"Master, don't we go up and help?" a follower asked.

De Vere's face was gloomy and uncertain. He felt that now was a good time to get rid of Regnar, but he vaguely felt that things would not be that simple.

In the end, Annelotte's tyrannical strength resurfaced in his mind. Although the girl's life or death was uncertain now, if Annelotte had not died, once she knew that he was still here playing tricks at this time, he would Consciousness may end badly. Out of fear for Annelotte, he finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Go! Kill that snow troll together!"

The next second, Deville began to feel grateful that he had made the right choice. Because Annelotte had stood up silently, and her face looked normal, as if she had not been hurt in any way.

Seeing such a situation, Deville's eyelids twitched, and he became a little more afraid of the girl.

Regnar jumped up and down next to the snow troll. He didn't make any attack moves, he just dodged blindly, but he never left the snow troll's side. At this time, the Snow Troll also hated this little thing jumping around. He was simply more dexterous than the fish under the ice lake. Although it roared repeatedly and brought out bursts of wind with its arms, it still never stopped. He couldn't catch a piece of Regnar's clothes.

"That's almost it." Regnar thought silently in his heart. He completely let go of his clenched left hand, and then rolled away from the snow troll.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing De Vere's followers rushing over, Regnar waved to stop them.

Several followers looked at Regna with some confusion, but Regna just stared at the snow troll without saying a word.

When the snow troll saw the hateful little thing, he ran away and was about to rush forward with a roar, but he felt severe pain all over his body.

A large amount of scarlet blood flowed out from the Snow Troll's body. They were originally just thin red lines all over the Snow Troll's body, and then slowly widened, and finally the blood erupted uncontrollably, covering the Snow Troll's white body. The hair was dyed red, and now the snow troll looked like a blood troll.

"W-what's going on?!" Everyone watched the strange scene happen in front of their eyes, feeling their scalps numb.

"Come on, it should be much easier to deal with now." Regnar said weakly, his eyes glowed again, and his pupils gradually changed from pure black back to dark blue.

Seeing that the Snow Troll was so seriously injured, several followers no longer hesitated and rushed forward with weapons in hand.

"What the hell! How come these two guys I met are more evil than the other?!" Deville glanced at Regnar who was panting from exhaustion, and then silently joined the besieging camp.

Annelotte carefully recalled the scene when Regnar was fighting just now. She walked to Regnar thoughtfully and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Annie! Are you okay?" Regnar looked at the girl in surprise. He stretched his neck to observe carefully, but found that Annelotte's skin was still fair and shiny, without any bruises or blood marks.

"I finally added a Stoneskin spell to myself, and I was not injured." Annelotte expressionlessly pushed away Regna's face that was too close, and then repeated the question just now: "How do you feel? ?”

"Now?" Regnar replied: "I feel very tired. My fighting energy has basically been used up, and I don't have much strength now. Why do you ask this? Do you want to take the opportunity to kill Deville? I agree, I have long ago I don’t like this guy, but depending on the situation, I may not be able to keep up with my physical strength, so it’s better to wait for another day.”

Annelotte did not follow Regnar's crazy thoughts, but continued to ask: "What was it like just now? When you were fighting the snow troll."

"Huh?" Regnar thought about it and then shook his head: "I didn't feel it. I just wanted to kill it at that time."

Annelotte was silent for a moment and then asked: "You... didn't you feel that your state just now was very different from usual?"

"What you said seems to be true." Regnar nodded: "I didn't seem to be afraid of anything just now, nor was I angry or nervous. If it were me now, I guess I would have weak legs if I faced that guy alone. ”

"How did you get into that... that state?"

"I don't know either." Regnar replied: "At that time, I thought you were injured by the troll, so I was very angry. Then I suddenly calmed down again for some reason. I was just thinking about how to kill this guy, and there wasn't much else. think."

Annelotte thought for a while, said nothing, and began to besiege the snow troll with others.

The Snow Troll had been severely wounded by Regnar, and now it seemed to be timid in its actions. In addition, it was faced with the siege of several people at the same time, so it was naturally at a disadvantage. Even with its strong physique and tenacious vitality, the Snow Troll could not hold on for long. In just three to five minutes, it let out an unwilling roar and fell to the ground.

"Phew, finally killed." Seeing that the Snow Troll was dead, Regnar was the first to run over and touch the body of the Snow Troll without knowing what he was doing.

Everyone looked at Regnar with some confusion, and saw him using all his strength to pull out his flaming blade from the snow troll's body.

"Hey, ask your men to come over and help me." Regnar shouted at Deville. After this battle, the relationship between the two seemed to have relaxed a bit, at least they were no longer at war with each other.

De Vere's facial muscles twitched, but he still waved to his entourage. After a few followers approached, they suddenly realized that there was a blood-red thin line connected to the handle of the flaming blade in Regnar's hand. One end of the thin line seemed to be tied to the flaming blade, and the other end But it directly entered the body of the snow troll.

Only then did several of his followers understand what method Regnar had used to severely injure the snow troll.

It turned out that Regnar tied a twenty-meter-long mithril thread to the handle of the Flame Blade before rushing towards the snow troll, and the rest of it was wrapped around Regnar's hand. He pierced the flaming blade into the Snow Troll's body, and then while entangled with the Snow Troll, he released the mithril thread in his hand. In a few movements, these tough metals were randomly wrapped around the Snow Troll's body. In this way, the more the snow troll moves, the tighter the mithril threads will become, until they tear through the fur, cut through the flesh and blood, and penetrate deep into the bones.

Regnar himself is not very powerful, but he cleverly used the power of the snow troll to let the snow troll kill himself. Thinking of this, several people from Deville's group felt chills running down their spines. They could imagine the pain the Snow Troll endured when fighting them. The "clucking" sound made by the metal wires grinding on its bones seemed to be... It seemed to float in their ears, causing them to shiver.

Such a cruel and effective fighting method, such a terrifying fighting IQ, they absolutely do not want to mess with such a person.

"My boss spent a lot of money to buy me this mithril thread, and these earth dragon leather gloves cost more than forty gold coins! Hey, my boss is really nice to me, look at this outfit All the equipment..." Regnar said long and hard to cover up the reality that he was about to vomit.

Although he had killed many beasts in Silver Moon Forest before, and even killed a few orcs in Yege Forest, this was the first time he saw such a bloody scene.

Thick blood, broken pieces of flesh, and even the squirming internal organs of a snow troll. When these things are pieced together, any normal person can't help but feel his stomach churn when he sees them. Regnar was afraid that he would be embarrassed if he vomited it out, but he did not expect that Deville and the others were frightened and afraid of him at this time. They never thought that this devilish and terrifying kid would vomit it out.