God-level Demon Hunter

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 8

skill:

Regeneration (passive solidification): No matter what kind of troll has the legendary self-healing ability, its metabolism far exceeds that of ordinary species, any non-fatal injuries will heal in a short time, and it is immune to bleeding.

But weak toxicity.

Body of Rock (Passive Solidification): Rock trolls are extremely powerful, thick-skinned, and extremely tough. If you attack them with a sharp weapon, the weapon is easily damaged.Natural physique, strength +10.

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Roy breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was a little excited, he had heard many rumors about trolls,

Such as loyalty, honesty and honesty.

For example, they used to prey on humans, but then they ate less.

Today was the first time he encountered a troll.

The atmosphere is not too friendly though.

He waved his hand towards the third brother, his face was as gentle as possible, and he greeted loudly, "Several giants...we have no malicious intentions, we want to take a detour to the ring of elements, and we don't want to seize your territory, please let us go! "

"no!"

"boom!"

The second-ranked troll threw a stone down and landed at the feet of the two demon hunters, creating a big pit. It roared to express its strong dissatisfaction, "The demon hunter took a sharp wooden stick and killed Dead monsters, trolls are also monsters, so you want to kill trolls!"

"Lambert, didn't you say that the troll's brain is not good? It's not clear." Roy asked the people around him, "What advice do you have now? How did you get there before?"

"The troll mountain is one of the badge trials, and the test is about reaction. We probably didn't make them feel threatened before. They usually ignore it, so they just rushed over!"

"Then what are you waiting for?!" The two exchanged glances, and at the same time outlined the golden charm, Kun En covered Zhou's back, and sprinted forward with his legs buried in his head!

Seeing this, the troll yelled anxiously on the top of the mountain.

"Bad witcher, stop!"

"Shameless!"

The witcher turned a deaf ear, and the whole process went surprisingly smoothly.

In just over a hundred meters, the two rushed across the ravine in a few seconds with far more agility than ordinary people.

The throwing power of the troll is astonishing, but it is not a professional "bomber", and the stones thrown do not even touch the hairs of the demon hunter.

The two rushed into a shallow tunnel, and two "bang bang" Alder blasted away the rock and soil blocking the exit.

However, they were dumbfounded as soon as they got out of the tunnel. Ten meters away, three rock trolls stood side by side at the entrance to the canyon leading to the Ring of Elements, with their arms folded and their eyes fierce, like three gatekeepers.

"Demon hunter, don't listen to advice, villain!" The troll leader poked the two of them with his chubby finger, "Where do you want to go? The trolls count down to dozens...six!"

"Leave within a limited time!" The other two grabbed a head-sized stone and tried to throw it, "Or your head will be smashed!"

"Throw it into a large iron pot and heat it with mushrooms!"

……

"six……"

"Have they ever killed a witcher?" Roy asked suddenly.

Lambert shook his head, "But there are quite a few unlucky people who were smashed to death with big bags all over their heads."

"Five..." The troll leader retracted one of the six outstretched fingers.

Lambert's amber pupils turned cold, and he drew his silver sword.

He never gets used to these guys.

"Four……"

"If you monsters don't get out of the way, be careful we will send you to heaven!"

"Dude, don't rush to do it, let me communicate and try!"

Roy stopped him.

"three……"

The troll's eyes were fierce, his muscles burst out, his body was half-squatting into a state of energy storage, his face was cold and no longer honest.

The witcher held his breath.

The atmosphere in the arena is tense.

A bloody battle seemed inevitable.

"two--"

The troll tensed up,

Take a deep breath, open your mouth wide,

"Ten!" Roy roared without warning.

The troll who was about to call out the last count seemed to be taken aback, the whole troll was taken aback, and the awe-inspiring aura disappeared.

It lowered its huge head, glanced at the fingers of both hands that had turned into six again, its eyes became blank, and it muttered to itself in a daze,

"Hey! How many times do the trolls count?"

"You counted to ten!" A female troll poked its chest with a finger, her tone firm.

The other female spread out her hands, shaking six carrot-thick fingers upside down,

"And then what? Six?"

"Cough, cough, three giant membranes, please trust the witcher, we come here with good intentions!" Roy took out a little yellow dog from his hood at some point, and stuck his fleshy and fluffy body against it. to the face.

One big and one small stared at the three trolls with innocent and friendly eyes.

"The Witcher and the Membrane make friends."

"Like me and it!"

"Wang!"

Roy reached out to grab it, the yellow dog stuffed it into the hood, and magically took out an opened bottle of spirits. The rich aroma of the wine quickly diffused into the air with the demon hunter's shaking hand.

The three-headed trolls suddenly forgot to count, and all bent their bodies together, shaking their black noses like a dog.

He narrowed his eyes intoxicated.

And Lambert glanced at his companions around him strangely, still holding his sword to remain vigilant!

Roy was relieved when he saw that the method worked, and he began to frantically recall the unprecedented masterpiece taught by Serritt in his mind-"How to use speech skills to coax a simple troll"

A troll, loves to build bridges, loves to drink, and is obsessive.

It doesn't have to be head-to-head.

After deliberating for a while, he finished the draft.

"The three of you are good giants. Demon hunters only kill bad species. We're here to make friends and give you wine as a gift!"

"liquor?!"

"Gift?!"

The troll leader trembled all over, and it took five seconds to understand the words with his barren brain, and he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The troll family lived alone on the top of the mountain. For more than 50 years, they have never made decent friends, and no one has offered to give gifts to Ziji's family.

Inexplicably a little sore nose.

But it shakes its head.

"The demon hunter violated the rules just now and ran away!"

"Say one thing and do another, and there's a third thing behind the scenes!" A female troll chimed in.

"That's because I can't wait to give the gift! You were on the mountain and I was down there. How do you deliver the gift? You have to run over to give the gift to you!"

Like a giant orangutan, he stretched out his hand and scratched his back, questioning,

"Why did the witcher mention the ring of elements?"

"To brew the best vodka, you must collect the grass and fruits that grow near the Ring of Elements!" Roy's dark golden pupils shone with sincerity. "If you don't believe me, have a drink?"

The troll just let out an "eh", hesitated, and got up halfway.

Roy gave Lambert a reassuring look, and told him to put away his weapon. In a posture of surrender, with his left hand raised high and his right hand holding the wine bottle, he slowly moved to the front of the three trolls step by step.Take a close look at this unique creature.

The troll in a quiet state is still quite naive.

Huge head, green forehead inexplicably somewhat delicate.

Of course it is relative to the old spearhead.

The witcher placed a bottle of wine at their feet.

The lustrous liquor swayed in the transparent long-necked bottle, reflecting the moving brilliance.

The smell of wine overflowed, and the three-headed troll stared round.

"Gollum...gollum..."

"Big film, drink, Novo Vodka, friends for life!" Roy smiled and made a "please" gesture.

"Vodka? Friends." The troll leader glanced at his two companions with small eyes, and they nodded hastily, swallowing their saliva.

"Demon hunters drink too, let's drink together, only those who can enjoy vodka can be friends!"

Next, an extremely absurd scene appeared before the eyes of the wolf faction witcher.

The young Snake Pie and the three-headed troll sat in a circle and seated on the floor. They started with a bottle for you and a glass for me, toasted and chatted enthusiastically.

The three-headed trolls were holding a wine bottle and gulping.

And the witcher sipped slowly from a small cup.

Every time he drank a bottle, he magically brought out another bottle of wine.

Vodka, beer, and dwarven spirits have been changed in several ways.

What is this kid doing?

"Giant membrane... How long have you lived on the mountain?"

"Six, six, six..." The troll leader said more than ten sixes in a row, and then repeated the cycle like a shutdown, and the drink leaked out from between his teeth.

Apparently it couldn't count that number.

Roy heard anxiously,

"Let's do this, three friends, come here, I, Roy, swear here, today, I will teach my friends how to count, more than ten!"

"More than ten?"

The three trolls obeyed the witcher's arrangement in disbelief. They all spread out their palms, put their six hands side by side, and counted from left to right until they reached eighteen.

"With a neat family, you can count to eighteen!"

The trolls were all stunned, they cooperated with each other and tried again and again. After counting several times, they memorized the method thoroughly, and looking at him was like looking at a god.

"Roy, you, give wine, teach counting, good man!"

The trolls gave thumbs up one after another.

"benefactor!"

"friend!"

"drink!"

"Burr... Giant Membrane, isn't your rule one husband and one wife?" Roy once read from Serritt's paper that trolls practice monogamy and keep it for life.

One party will not remarry after death.

Much more faithful than most flirtatious humans, at least in love.

The dark golden eyes swept over the three trolls, clearly one male leader and two females.

Could it be that this guy violated the tradition and opened the harem?