Twenty Sided Dice

The sound of the bowstring arrived almost at the same time as the feather arrow, and the sharp arrow penetrated into the gap between the cervical vertebrae and shattered the only support for the head. Two other arrows were inserted at the junction of the neck and shoulder, severing the thick blood vessel. Under the enormous pressure of the heart, the blood was squeezed out like a fountain, forming a red rain fog in the sky.

Siegel's elemental weapon burst out with power, igniting the troll's flesh and burning from beneath his skin. The red light reflected through the skin, and the troll's eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils even smoked. Such an injury could not be saved regardless of its regenerative ability or healing ability. The troll's huge body fell to the ground, and the skeleton staff in his hand rolled out a long way.

With his death, the magic that enveloped the troll warriors began to dissipate, causing their power and speed to decline, and their regeneration abilities to gradually return to their original levels. Originally, they suffered a lot in martial arts, but now their weapons are not very cheap in front of steel armor. The advantage they just gained disappeared immediately, and the battle began to stalemate again.

The spirits of the besieged knights were lifted and they saw a real hope of victory. They roared, encouraged each other loudly, and tried to extract strength from their body's potential. They firmly believe that as long as ten minutes later, they can sit on the enemy's corpse to rest, and naturally they will no longer have any reservations.

Leah drew her bow frequently, and the arrows shot at the enemy one by one. The Elf's archery is fast and accurate, even if it shoots at the enemy in the melee, it will not accidentally injure allies. The armored trolls are too busy, unable to avoid or fend off every feathered arrow, only choose to let the body that is not vital - most of the time, the arms - serve as shields. Blood trickled down the wound, and their movements became sluggish. Enemies on the back and back left them demoralized.

"Kill them all or startle them?" Siegel asked.

"Not a single one." Leah said firmly.

So Siegel nodded, slapped his forehead with his hand, and made himself invisible. He approached the battlefield under the hill, reached the distance where he could clearly feel the vitality of the knights with his spiritual vision, and then took out the scroll. Infuses allies with the power of water and earth elements.

The bodies of the eight warriors swelled violently, and their weapons and armor also increased under the influence of magic. In just two breaths, the warriors were bigger than the trolls, two heads taller. The troll retreated in horror, but it was just at the optimal attack distance of the long sword (giant sword).

The soldiers had a silent tacit understanding, and they launched a final counterattack at the same time. Huge weapons matched with huge size and strength. Instantly overwhelmed the troll's line of defense. First, the axe was smashed, and then the arm was cut off. Finally, even the iron armor on the body could not resist the attack of the weapon. In the continuous wailing, the broken corpses of the trolls fell one by one and piled up randomly.

Casting a spell that enlarges the whole body also makes Siegel appear. But at this time, victory is a foregone conclusion, and there is no danger.

"Before the effect of the spell ends, everyone stacks the troll corpses together." Siegel said: "The corpses must be burned with fire, so they won't be resurrected!"

"Listen to the mage's command," said the injured brown-haired man.

Everyone was busy, trying to pick up all the broken corpses as much as possible. Legend has it that only a small piece of the troll's fingernail can regenerate - this is of course just a misinformation from the villagers, but it also reflects the powerful regeneration ability of this monster from one aspect.

Siegel summoned the power of the fire elemental to set the corpse on fire. The flame loves this fuel so much that even blood can help it burn. So it burns vigorously. The warriors worked together in twos and threes to throw the trolls into the fire like firewood.

At this time, the brown-haired man, supported by his female companion, walked up to Siegel and bowed deeply. "Thank you for your friendly assistance. I'm Dennis Leslie. Merchant from Waterdeep, this is my wife, Dana."

"Siegel. Squid, Lord Heim." The mage replied: "It's what you should do to help you."

"I've heard of you, the pioneering knight of Waterdeep City and the Royal Baron of the Starry Kingdom." Dennis hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook hands with Siegel: "Waterdeep City already has your poems, and sings that you made them in the Orc War. Contribution. I've always wanted to meet you. To hear your own account of the adventure."

"Poetry?" Siegel froze for a moment. He had asked Faizak to tell his story when he was leading the Orcs south. To enhance prestige and increase cohesion, but he never thought that poetry would appear. The mage pondered for a while. Suddenly thought this was a good idea. Perhaps through the troubadour, conveying a message of implicit warning through poetry, perhaps to the attention of the populace, or eventually to the leaders, too. Waterdeep is now the base of the Knox Commons, and it won't work very well, but it's not impossible for music-loving elves. If you can win the favor of the elves, the lords of the south will soon follow suit and invite bards to perform. To a certain extent, this is better than writing letters to each lord, and it is also safer and less exposed.

The only problem is the right pieces. Siegel couldn't solve this problem for the time being, and could only keep the plan in his heart. If you meet a talented troubadour, then implement it.

"Don't know where you're going?" Siegel asked. "Why did the trolls attack you?"

Dennis spread his hands, with a very helpless expression: "We just finished our trip to the Elf Forest, and we are going back to Waterdeep City. I don't know where this group of trolls was provoked. We have never met before, but they Seems to be determined to kill me and my wife. If the warriors hadn't tried their best to save us, I'm afraid we would have died in this wilderness like those poor servants."

"These trolls believe in the **** of murder, and I'm afraid you won't have peace along the way." Siegel could hear Dennis' excuse, but he didn't want to go into it - after all, he didn't want to tell strangers information that might harm him. Excusable. "Think about your enemies, who might hire trolls, or have ties to them."

Dennis frowned, looked at his wife, and said to Siegel, "I really can't think of it. I'm just a low-key businessman, dealing in ordinary goods, and I haven't had any conflicts with others. It stands to reason that the possibility of kidnapping me is much higher than killing me, but these trolls are obviously here for my life!"

"If you can't guess the origin of the other party, then others can't help you much." Siegel said: "I can only remind you to be more careful. Murder gods have many methods, and they are actually better at hiding. In the dark, using conspiracies and tricks to take people's lives. I'm afraid there won't be too many opportunities for such a head-to-head confrontation."

"I will strengthen my defense," Dennis said. "There is a guild of mages in Waterdeep, where the trolls will not dare to make trouble. I will never let my guard down until I find the main messenger and destroy them."

"If I were you, I would choose the Temple of Dawn." Siegel said: "The Association of Mages is not the best choice."

"Why do you say that?" Dennis asked very curiously: "I remember you are also a member of the Mage Federation, don't you?"

Siegel smiled, patted his robe with his hand, and said, "The Mage Federation prefers research, and the God of Murder is just another research object for us. Mage has never been qualified as a bodyguard, but there are The priests who have firm beliefs and can focus on devotion are different. The priests of the Temple of Dawn even scoff at the teachings of the God of Murder. If they hear that you are being hunted by followers of this evil god, they will definitely be happy to foil the enemy’s conspiracy and provide you with help. ."

"What you said makes sense." Dennis said, "But there is no Dawn Shrine in Waterdeep City, only a few altars. At least I haven't heard of a serious Dawn priest presided over."

"Even if you know the direction, a lot of times you need to walk out of the wilderness with your feet." Siegel said: "Our mission is complete, and now we have to separate from you. Waterdeep is to the northeast, and we will go to the If you go west, you won't be able to accompany you back to Waterdeep."

"Ah, ah!" Dennis opened his mouth wide: "I still want to entertain you in Waterdeep City, to show you the friendship of the landlord."

"No need." Siegel said, "There will be opportunities in the future. I wish you a safe journey."

After Siegel saluted, he turned and left. Elf Leah also recovered a lot of arrows from the body to replenish the quiver. She watched the busy warriors from a distance, noting their patterns of movement and the habits of gestures.

"These people have been trained uniformly." Leah said when they were on horseback and the two were far away from Dennis: "They have a tacit understanding between their actions, and many small habits are the same: such as lifting heavy objects The movements of the shoulders, such as the method of dismantling the spoils of the enemy. And they are definitely not mercenaries, mercenaries do not have such good discipline, and they will not fight to the death.”

"Family guards." Siegel said, "They must have been together since childhood~www.readwn.com~ and received training from the same instructor. Since these people are not knights, they can only support them with their own money, which is quite expensive. Few other than the royal family and the great aristocracy can afford such a fee."

Leah turned around on the horse and said to Siegel, "What else did you see?"

"Two cooks, two entourages, three maids, and six other soldiers," Siegel said. "But I didn't see their carriages or any other transportation, nor did I see a cart with supplies. They must have been nearby. There was a camp where the size of the team was more than what we saw."

"Is there such a lord around?" Leah asked.

Siegel shook his head: "The fabric of their clothes is not bad, and the armor and weapons are completely uniform. The best guess I can make is Waterdeep, and Dennis is probably one of the members of the masked lord council. ."

"why?"

"As the blood coagulated from his face, there was a clear border between the ear and the cheek." Siegel replied: "The indentation of the mask." (To be continued)