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Deep in the miasma swamp, a group of uninvited guests quietly touched the periphery of a troll camp. The robes and armor of the group were covered with the mud that emitted the stench of corruption in the swamp, which was Lancelo and his group.

Perhaps not everyone, such as Little Isa, is not there. Lancelo sent her to turn into a bat and cruising around the battlefield, paying attention to the movements around the battlefield. Accompanying her is the skull Cronwell, who maintains real-time contact with Lancelo through a spiritual connection. If the enemy has unexpected reinforcements, the partners expect them to issue a warning in time.

There is another person who is not in the team, that is, the elves Alamil. Shuni’s pastor really cannot accept the behavior of deliberately defaming his clothes. Even if their purpose is to cover up the smell on their bodies and avoid being discovered by the trolls, it is completely contrary to the goddess’s request for the believers to keep clean and clean teachings. As a clergyman in Shuni’s church, the elves do nothing.

Lancelo is not incomprehensible. It is not difficult for everyone to find that Alamil really pays great attention to personal hygiene in daily life. He needs to put a cloth on his body when he finds a stone in the wild. The first thing he does after each battle is to clean up the blood on his armor and let him wipe the dirty and smelly mud on himself. It is indeed a bit difficult.

Fortunately, there is no solution, just let him stay in someone else's dimensional bag.

Lancelo had two dimensional bags on his body. The smaller one now used as Little Isha's "boolroom", as well as archived jewelry, spirit stones, gold coins and other trophys with higher value, placed inside his breastplate and held close to his body; the other larger dimensional bag was hung at his waist and placed within reach to hold larger equipment, such as the Giant Sword Glacier.

The elf was in the larger dimension bag of Lancelo. The air inside allowed him to stay alone for more than ten minutes, enough to persevere until the trolls knew that there were invaders without relying on their sense of smell.

In the shadow of a bush, Lancelow and everyone looked at the camp ahead where they were about to attack. The trolls were obviously not a race that was good at building. The stone houses in the camp looked like they were piled up when a group of three-year-old children played house, but these children could easily lift hundreds of pounds of boulders.

There are no structures such as walls or fences around the camp. Three low stone houses are surrounded by a strange totem stone pillar. The stone pillars are covered with dry blood. On the top is a terrifying totem composed of skulls of half a demon and half a wild boar.

"Can you recognize who the totem worshipped by this troll corresponds to?" Lancelo asked Karalin in a low voice, "Cangye, the mother of the demon?"

"No, certainly not. Although the Mother of Demons rarely develops her church in the material plane, her evil emblem contains clear female symbols in the few cases." Karalin squinted his eyes and looked at the totem, "I don't know this totem, but blood and skull are symbols with very clear meanings. It should be an evil god related to killing."

"Okay, that totem gives me a very bad feeling...but it should have important significance for these trolls, otherwise it would not be placed in the center of the camp."

Lancelow turned his head and looked at the stone house closest to them. Through the huge gap in the wall, two trolls were clearly seen punching and kicking a red-haired child, beating, crying, and the unpleasant laughter of the perpetrator floated out from inside from time to time.

"What a bunch of beasts." Bruto whispered in anger, "Lanslow, what should we do?"

"The kidnapper is too close to the hostages, we have to find a way to draw the attention of the trolls." Lancelo looked back at the scholar, "Kalalin, are you still carrying your catapult? How far can you throw it?"

"Of course I'm carrying it. What do you want me to hit?" Kalarin asked back with surprise, "The range is about thirty feet. No matter how far you are, you can't guarantee to hit a human-sized target."

"You don't need to be too accurate. Can you throw the small bottle containing the scorched glue within ten feet of the totem?"

"No problem." Karalin nodded simply. The center of the troll camp was about 120 feet away from them, which was within the maximum range of his thief.

"Okay, I will summon a vine around that totem. After igniting it, it should be able to create panic among the trolls, and then we will rescue the hostages in the chaos. Alotisia, you will protect the child later. And Winter Spring, you must comfort Li Lu and let her cooperate with our retreat." Lancelo glanced at everyone, "Are you okay?"

"Uh-huh!"

"no problem!"

"Hurry up, I can't wait!" Bruto laughed, "If you drag the elf again, you will be unable to hold it in!"

Seeing that everyone was ready, Lancelo stopped talking. In the environment of dense forest swamps, the wood-type exercises were easier to use. After a little concentration, he summoned a large thorn-like vine in the center of the troll camp.

"This is not magical." Kalarin shook his head and sighed helplessly. Then he let go of the buckle of the already swung stone rope, and an inconspicuous small bottle flew out, shattering the hardened dry vine.

The liquid in the bottle burned violently the moment it contacted the air, and the flames spread very quickly on the dry vines, and the blazing flames instantly submerged the totem stone pillars in the center of the camp.

The violent fire caused great panic to the trolls in the camp. They screamed and fled outside the camp. No trolls showed their intention to put out the fire. This scene reminded Lancelo of the situation when he was a child who poured boiling water into the termite nest.

The two trolls who were abused by Aila's children had not reacted at first, but when the blazing fire shone into the stone house and created their own shadows on the wall in front of them, the two trolls finally realized that something was wrong. They immediately left the prisoners beside them and fled out of the house in horror.

But a flying hammer hit a troll's head and directly knocked it to the ground; and a large number of vines suddenly appeared under the feet of another troll, entangling it tightly.

"Why do you have to run away? Are your courage only willing to come out when facing a tied child?" Bruto had already rushed to the troll who was smashed over by him. "Are you afraid of fire, right? I'll let you warm up!"
Chapter completed!