Tilonas and the mutant troll butcher circled cautiously, both sides were looking for a breakthrough. At this time, Volabo discovered that the wounds caused by Tilonas to his opponent had begun to heal, and at the same time, it made some horrible gasps in its mouth.

Repairing injuries will consume its physical strength?!

Seizing this opportunity, the captain of the guard rushed forward and stabbed the mutant troll butcher with a wide-blade long sword. The sharp blade pierced the monster's curled thigh, as if it had hit its bones, and thus got stuck there.

When the Snake Abominable Man tried his best to pull the sword out, the monster waved his hand and knocked him away. Vorabor heard the sound of his armor breaking, and the terrifying shattering sound of his helmet hitting against the wall. Tilonas spitted out a mouthful of blood, struggling to get up.

Just when the mutant troll butcher was disturbed, Worab also took action. He swung his flange scepter hard and smashed the weird little head behind the monster. The red and white objects were sputtered everywhere, leaving only half of his mouth screaming.

"Go back," he heard a familiar voice.

The snake man priest jumped aside and avoided the rusty iron hook as huge as the anchor. He felt the air around him suddenly become hot, and then he smelled a smell of sulfur and burnt flesh. The flesh and blood behind the mutant troll were burned into charred by a ball of flames and no longer healed.

At this time, the mutant troll butcher seemed to feel a new threat here. It didn't look back. The huge pliers like a scorpion tail behind it grabbed the attacker directly. Vorabor saw the fearful expression on his face when the leader Tillion was raised high. He struggled to pull the trigger of the weapon in his hand: a ball of fire burst out and a strong light flashed. The mutant troll butcher screamed, closed the pliers reflexively, and cut the leader Tillion who had attacked him into two halves.

Tillion landed on the ground, his clothes were still burning, and the fireball could be used to betray its owner at the last moment.

"I didn't expect you to be quite brave." Volabo's heart moved. He made the final comment on Tillion, who climbed to the leader as the primitive snake man. "Thank you for your efforts and helped me confirm a guess."

He looked at Tillion's still burning body, the flames burned even more vigorously than the extent to which his clothes could burn.

Vorabour suddenly realized that the grease filled with Tillion's weapon was burning. The temperature of it burned was quite high, and the flames were even slightly blue.

"Help me entangle it!"

He shouted to Tilonas, then quickly recited the spell and spell, pointing his finger at the burning body of the leader Tillion.

The captain of the guard who had just gotten up cursed and rushed towards the mutant troll butcher with a wide blade sword again. Vorab kept gathering magic power and drew a lot of fuel from the body and around the leader of Tillion. At this time, the troll had locked in Tilon, and the snake hater added another force, crazily chopping against the troll with more than a dozen arms.

"No matter what you are doing, priest, hurry up!" shouted Tilonas, who had obviously been forced to use all his strength.

Serrupasette, guide me.

Volabo prayed and immediately pointed his fingertips at the monster. A large ball of oil suddenly covered the face of the mutant troll butcher. Then, the snake god priest snapped his fingers and the fuel quickly exploded.

The mutant troll butcher let out a harsh scream.

While retreating, it wanted to wipe the burning tinder oil on its face with its palms. However, this was not only in vain, but even ignited its palms and arms.

At this time, the wounds that Tilona cut on its charred skin did not heal anymore, and the captain of the guard forced the other party to retreat. As a result, it was slammed by the iron chains strung in its flesh and blood, and fell to his butt.

Tilonas quickly rushed over and raised the broad-blade sword over his head. "In the name of the snake god!" he shouted. "Die!"

His long sword cracked onto the monster's head like a lightning bolt, and cut off the burning head from his neck. The mutant troll died and froze there.

Tilonas killed the monster.

When Worabour saw his captain of the guard crackling the head of the mutant troll butcher with a long sword, it was as thin as a piece of parchment. Blood splashed out, making the snake-loathing man's broken breastplate turn red.

The serpent priest frowned.

This is not the ending he expected. In his concept, the honor of killing this monster should belong to oneself rather than others.

But the killing continues.

With the death of the mutant troll butcher, the blood mist in the slaughter workshop gradually faded and then disappeared. However, the battle between the Snake Man Legion and the Fly Demons and the Dark Prayers continued. The Fly Demons came in relatively few, and although they were stronger, they had been slaughtered now. Only some Dark Prayers were still fighting for their lives with the Snake Man warriors.

Their facial features were buried in thick blood-stained mane and thick beard, and their eyes were wide and white, as crazy as a wild dog fighting with its companions for more meat scraps. Even though the influence of the blood mist had disappeared at this time, they were still creating killings.

To be fair, although this melee was not the most dangerous battle that Volabo had encountered in his life, it was definitely the craziest and cruelest he had ever seen.

The tight-knit dark pilgrims, wearing only broken armor and blood-stained fur, rose and fell again and again with the manic power of axes and machetes, causing a burst of scarlet blood rain, rushing around the front line of the Snakemen warriors. The Snakemen performed no less, holding their shields, wielding sickle swords and axes - they even forgot to use muskets or crossbows to defend against the enemy.

When Vorabour saw some soldiers crying and cursing in their terrifying language even though they fell down, there was no room for elegance and skills to be used here, there was no room for the use of weapons and skills or techniques they spent time practicing on the training ground.

Everyone was both divided and pressed together, with no room to swing swords or axes, screams and the impact of steel torn the air. The fishy smell of blood, the nausea of ​​internal organs and inner excrement, was almost suffocating.

In this way, the melee lasted for dozens of minutes. After all the dark pilgrims were slaughtered, Vorab, with the help of the captain of the guard Tilonas, relied on prestige and punches to gather the soldiers of the Snakeman Legion again.

"Master Priest, what should we do?" Tilonas walked to Worab and asked in a low voice. They had found the location of the Six Finger Secret Library, and the chains on the mutant troll were connected to a bronze gate. But Tilonas searched it and there was no structure like a keyhole on the bronze gate.

Volabor seemed confident. He had been here with plane merchant Yoram Killari, who had known the correct way to open the door - to let the mutant troll pull the chains with all his strength - but this is not irreplaceable.

"All the snake haters pull the chain together!" The snake god priest pointed to the chains that had already hung down from the burnt corpse with his scepter, and then issued an order.
Chapter completed!