Chapter 34 Rana, do you think my sword that cuts iron like mud is fast?
Galadia glanced at the large backpack behind the professor. A wave of nausea made her hurriedly look away, pulling Sonia and Fiona out of the cave in a hurry. This tragic story does not need anyone to continue to witness.
The corpses of the expedition team members left outside the pyramid were cut and separated. The butcher carefully processed the flesh and blood, but did not use the stone tools commonly used by trolls to break open the bones and suck out the marrow;
Precious food that will be thrown away.
"Wen Na, she was captured by the troll, she, woo woo woo!" the professor covered his head and cried.
"What's in your bag?" Griffith stroked the cold blunt instrument in his hand and asked calmly, "Show me."
"The specimens are all precious specimens," the professor shook his head repeatedly, "No, I can't show them to you. Like William, you will damage my treasures. My beloved treasures are all dedicated to Elena!"
Griffith kicked him, and the poor archaeologist flew out like a ball and hit the rocks, rolling on the ground. The would-be knight stepped forward, opened his backpack, and kicked him to the ground, where there was a black mass.
Got out.
This is a bloody human head, rolling around at Griffith's feet. The shoulder-length hair is stuck together with filth, half of the stiff and white face has been eaten, and extreme fear has solidified on the remaining
From the wide-open eyes, pieces of bone rolled out one after another, falling from the backpack to the ground with traces of teeth gnawing on them.
"Stop!" Professor Bell yelled manically, his eyes flashing with the ferocious light of a man-eating wild dog, and he rushed towards Griffith, and then was kicked away again.
He was not discouraged and struggled to get up again: "Don't touch my baby, no, take your dirty hands away from the beautiful Elena! She..."
The last sentence reminded Griffith. He lost interest in questioning, picked up the ax, and smashed the disgusting words and his head full of filth into pieces.
…
Griffith watched the professor's extraordinary characteristics slowly separate from a pile of minced meat and brains, turned around and asked the horrified trolls waiting outside to prepare for cremation, and then began to search for the remaining items.
Hidden in the package with the gruesome remains was a slab of stone, hastily wrapped in pieces of troll-worn leather.
This is a very regular square stone slab, about the same size as an encyclopedia. The material is unknown but extremely strong. There is a circular groove in the center of the stone slab, and the edges are delicate and smooth. The moment he touched it, Griffith actually gave birth to a child.
A vaguely familiar feeling, as if I have seen it somewhere before, but have no memory of it.
This must be a sacred object inherited by the troll civilization. The half of the troll's arm pressed under the package proves this point more clearly.
Looking at this ancient holy object, Griffith fell into deep thought. Was the petal-like mouthparts and the dragon-like monster that the mad professor saw were his hallucinations or the hidden sons of Domon? Bellomon
The clan is not honest. How could they not understand the image of the son of Domon who sacrificed tribute and expected to return to normal? There must be many concealments in it.
The only thing that is certain is that their strength is indeed not strong, and it is even difficult to stop the attack of the already crazy Professor Bell. Not only were they robbed of the sacred objects, but some of their tribesmen were also captured and used as food.
…
"Fiona, is there any sulfur?"
"Yes, I'll sprinkle some on it right now. Do you want a piece of medicated soap?"
Rana was talking to the troll in the distance. There were packages for the girls under the stone wall at the corner, and pleasant voices could be heard behind the wall. After they came back from Professor Bell's cave, they were all in extremely low spirits, but Rana
It seemed that they had learned some information from the trolls, and everyone's enthusiasm immediately increased.
The girls disappeared behind a smooth stone wall, talking happily. Whether it was an illusion or fact, Griffith felt that this place was warmer and moister than other areas of the temple.
At this time, Galadia's voice came from behind the wall: "Griffith, can you bring me the towel in my backpack?"
Griffith immediately walked over with the towel. He saw the girl stretching out her white hands from behind the wall, waiting for the towel.
Galadia's hands are so beautiful, so white and beautiful, these slender and delicate lines... Griffith admired them and couldn't help but admire them again and again.
In normal times, the would-be knight would naturally not think there was any problem. But now that he was in a dangerous and mysterious underground temple, he became inexplicably nervous. He even doubted whether the voice behind the wall and the owner of the beautiful hand were a familiar companion.
Will there be any danger?
Without hesitation for a second, he swooped behind the stone wall with the towel.
It turned out to be a vast white mist.
Galadia stood sideways by the wall, looking forward with excitement. She held a small shirt in front of her chest. The rest of her clothes were uncovered, and her slender and tight waistline was high and straight.
A plump arc. A few meters ahead, Sonia and Fiona were playing in the steaming hot springs.
This is truly a beauty that I have never seen with my own eyes!
Miss Elf turned her head and was stunned on the spot, looking at the bad guy who suddenly appeared next to her in disbelief.
"puff!"
Before Griffith could explain anything, he spat out blood from his nose. He hurriedly covered it with his hand, handed the towel to the girl's hand, bowed, and stepped back.
"Thank you for your hospitality,
"I was wrong, I won't do it next time.
"Goodbye, I wish you a good mood."
…
There is actually a hot spring hidden in the temple. This good thing has made everyone recover a lot after being exhausted for the past few days. With the trolls here as the servant army, the next exploration will go much smoother. The dangerous situation will be over soon.
Get up!
Originally, it should be like this...
Griffith sat carefully beside the makeshift sand table, pretending to be thinking about his next step. Galadia sat next to him, pinching him hard behind his back with her right hand, rotating clockwise.
"The reservoir is under the cliff near the rock wall. According to the troll, there is a huge gap on it. There we can even try to use magic spells to strengthen the psychic crystal for a short period of time and send it to Ty Nephes and Turan.
Fort and Qiming Town for help. The closer Qiming Town is more likely to respond to us," Sonia said with a relaxed look, "We will rest for a while and wait until daybreak when the sunlight in the gap shines before setting off. This will be safer.
Some, Griffith, what do you think?"
"There is no problem with Griffith," Galadia answered for him, "If there is danger, let him die."
At this time, two fit troll girls walked over cautiously. They came to Griffith and Lana and crawled at their feet with great obedience.
Among all humanoid races, although the women of trolls are not as beautiful as elves and humans, their sexiness and wildness are a bit more. Even in this underground, they still have bumpy looks, and the corners of their mouths are
The small tiger teeth add a bit of wild interest.
Griffith stared blankly at the approach of the troll girl, and his thoughts were a little confused for a moment. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his back, and the hand that was pinching him rotated counterclockwise. Galadia was glaring at him with cross-brows!
At this moment, the troll girl had already crawled to her feet, trying to untie the belts of the Shutorals and put her face towards them...
"Oh, wait a minute!" Griffith immediately stopped them, his back hurt and his face was sweating, and he said calmly, "Well, this is what, well, an offering to the conqueror, stand down.
, the warriors of the Ability God have known about your piety and obedience, but they will not give you courage and strength...gifts, well. You, hiss, you still need to be tested."
"That's good," Rana, who was unexpected and turned pale, quickly agreed, "Step back, you still need to accept the test."
The two troll girls looked disappointed and retreated silently. The campfire became very quiet for a while.
"They are here to sleep with you," Sonia, who was not far away, was playing with her wand on her fingertips. The arcs of electricity were rolling and crackling like silver snakes. "This is what the magic spell told me."
Griffith looked away from the arc like a puppet. No, the two girls didn't say anything just now, and the spell of communication didn't tell you anything. In short, please put away the lightning mahogany wand first.
Fiona polished her sword with a whetstone mixed with dust crystals. The sharp grinding sound tore at her eardrums, and the already extremely sharp sword shone with cold light. She sharpened the sword for a while, satisfied
He held it up in front of him and looked at it from left to right: "Rana, do you think my sword is as sharp as iron?"
It's like cutting iron into clay, so it's naturally very fast. The tall hussar praised him with a smile on his face.
Galadia took off the bowstring from the strong bow for maintenance, and gently plucked the bowstring made of blue dragon sinew with her hand armor, making a trembling sound of "win——win——win". She wrapped the bowstring around the rock.
As soon as it was twisted, the stone broke immediately. Seeing that the weapon was in good condition, she said happily: "How did you give courage and strength? Griffith, you seem to understand very well."
No, no, no, it's nothing. Griffith's head shook like a wind chime in the strong wind.
"Oh, Griffith, it's such a nice night today!" Lana said, pointing to the top of his head where no starlight or night sky could be seen, "Why don't we go out to exercise and stretch out our muscles!"
"Not bad," Griffith jumped up and stretched his body, which was exhausted from continuous fighting, "I'm almost rusty, I'm rusty!"
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The three girls were sitting nearby, looking at them with cold and pitiful eyes.
At this moment, another troll respectfully asked for instructions outside the hall. Two tall and thin troll teenagers crawled in from the door very obediently, crawled to the feet of the stunned Shutoral, and tried to loosen their belts.
, put his face closer...
Griffith hurriedly asked them to leave and told them not to disturb them again.
"Hey..." Fiona looked at the boy who walked out, closed the notebook in her hand with some regret and sighed.
"In such a stagnant and primitive world, we should not regard Beyeland's civilization as the prevailing norm. We must understand and respect local customs and habits. Isn't this the object of archaeological research?" Rana turned around.
He said to the girls seriously, "Classmates, teach a lesson, teach a lesson!"
About half an hour later, the troll elder led two other old elders who looked like dead tree bark and crawled from the hall to the feet of the stunned Shutoral with great obedience...
"Stop!" Galadia exclaimed, "Are you still finished?"
"My eyes, my eyes!" Fiona yelled, covering her face.
…
The purpose of the elders coming here is to ask them to determine the next battle plan. Although the troll tribe cannot compete with the human warriors, they will keep up at any cost.
The plan was quickly finalized, and the elder himself bravely asked to accompany him and take the bravest warriors with him to recapture the ancient stone slab.
After the trolls left one after another, Rana snorted, "These trolls have many hidden agendas."
Griffith gestured to the huge temple: "There are not many members of this group, and they would not be so active in fighting without enough benefits. There must be something there that they desperately want.
"In addition, we have encountered the hospitality just now among the tribes in the East. They will immediately offer offerings and materials to powerful forces. The real purpose is nothing more than to let outsiders fight for them and break the existing pattern.
.”
Lana nodded heavily twice, but before he could take over the topic, the three girls had already pointed out the doubtful points.
"So what did the tribes in the east give you?"
"You just laughed at it then, right?"
"Rana, this is your last chance."
Griffith was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help opening his mouth, not knowing what to say.
"So, you are selling illicit liquor in the East, pouring water on the floors of people's houses to grab things, and blackmailing locals to do such unspeakable things!" Galadia asked with a cold face.
Ah, this...
"I didn't sell bootleg liquor!" Lana shouted, "Of course I didn't do any other bad things either!"
"So, what about you, Griffith?" Galadia asked reluctantly.
Even Sonia asked: "Did you really do these things?"
The air in the hall was so solemn that it almost turned into water. Questioning eyes swept around.
"That's enough! Have you forgotten that we are still in a dangerous unknown ruins?" Griffith looked at the elf who questioned him with an extremely serious and unquestionable gaze, "Although I sold private wine and robbed some
Something, but that was in the East where even black bread was often not available, and on the front lines where even toothbrushes and dogs couldn’t be found!”
If it was just a joke, it would be just entertainment, but the three girls have gone too far.
Griffith clenched his fists and took an angry step forward. Galadia did not expect it to suddenly unfold like this, and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Rana, we have nothing to be ashamed of.
"We defend our homeland thousands of miles away, and familiar comrades die every week. We eat bread mixed with sawdust, eat maggots in biscuits, and often spend the night in horse manure and stagnant water. Do we pay such a price?
, did you bleed under the orc’s ax just to sell bootleg liquor there and grab something?”
"I, no, that's not what I meant." Miss Elf said at a loss. Sonia was also stunned. It was the first time she had seen Griffith so angry.
"We are fighting for you and for this world, past and present!" Griffith's roar scared away the troll remnants outside the hall. "We pay taxes to the kingdom with our blood, and pay taxes with our swords and lives."
Just because you serve doesn't mean you can insult our dignity like this."
"I'm sorry, Griffith, we didn't mean it this way," Sonia cried when she was told, "I'm sorry."
Galadia was completely silent, like a child who had done something wrong and didn't dare to raise her head.