Chen Mo didn't pay attention to the dilapidated farmhouse nearby at first, but someone murmured that the house seemed to have been smashed by someone. After Chen Mo heard it, he remembered that there seemed to be three trolls here.
"Gandalf, my witcher badge is vibrating, which means there must be evil creatures here!"
"Aren't you a hunter? Why did you become a witcher again?"
Gandalf was so full that he wanted to vomit. When he turned around, he saw Chen Mo squatting beside the damaged farmhouse, carefully observing the scene for clues.
"Serent, what did you find?"
Bilbo looked at Chen Mo who was serious, became interested, and stepped forward to ask.
"I found footprints that may be the murderer's, size 46 feet. The distance between the footprints is large, indicating that the murderer is very tall. Next to the footprints, there are traces of a stick-like object touching the ground, indicating that the opponent may be holding a spear.
It could also be a crutch! Taken together, the murderer is a dangerous man nearly two meters tall with a weapon in his hand!"
Chen Mo said very firmly.
"Uh, are you talking about Gandalf?"
The more he listened, the more familiar it seemed to Bilbo. Then he looked up and saw Gandalf standing in front of the two of them with a sinister look on his face.
"Those are the footprints I just walked on!"
Gandalf muttered something angrily, and the dwarves around him suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ha, Gandalf has become an evil creature!"
The dwarf Fili, whose beard was tied into pigtails, knocked on his little brother's arm and laughed loudly. Even Thorin, who had always had a sullen face, couldn't help but curl his lips. At this moment, his eyes were
It was Bilbo Baggins who was looking aside. Perhaps through telepathy, Bilbo also looked at Thorin. Their eyes met and they quickly looked away.
After everyone had stopped laughing, Gandalf also finished investigating the scene. Unlike Chen Mo, who was half-baked, he was a real expert and recognized the culprit who destroyed the house at a glance.
"It's a troll!"
"But why are there trolls here?"
Gandalf looked at the surrounding environment. Generally speaking, trolls squatted in the mountains and worked as homeboys, but now
"Isn't it that darkness is coming? It's normal for all kinds of monsters to come out and act like monsters! Shall we go kill them?"
Chen Mo was already taking out the weapon. Worried that it might not be powerful enough, he directly took out the Holy Light Judgment. The strong Holy Light energy spread all over the gun body. The sight of the platinum and gold paint made Gandalf mutter.
"We still have to go on our way, so let's not get into trouble!"
"How can this be done, Gandalf? I thought that as a gray robe wizard who rescued people in distress, you would definitely have something to say, but I didn't expect you to be such a person. Trolls are active here, and they are causing harm to those who are helpless.
Ordinary people who have the power to bind chickens..."
"Stop talking, let's get rid of harm for the people!"
Gandalf, who just felt tired, could say nothing. He could only raise his staff and lead the way.
The troll's cave wasn't too far away. After climbing the mountain for about ten minutes, the suicide squad saw three ugly humanoid creatures about three meters tall, hairless, and crouching on a mountain col that was sheltered from the wind. They were surrounding a pot of food.
The soup, who knew what was being cooked, was chatting and laughing.
"It seems they are the ones attacking the farmers. We want to..."
Just as Gandalf was preparing an attack plan, he saw Chen Mo already standing on the stone with all his weapons raised.
After a gunshot, the three trolls were unharmed, but the large pot they used to cook soup was broken into pieces and the soup inside was poured all over the floor.
No one thought that Chen Mo's first shot hit someone else's job first, but after seeing the bones flowing out with the soup, Gandalf suddenly realized.
The three troll brothers didn't have enough brain power to realize what happened. It wasn't until several seconds later that they stood up crying and howling like dead horses and looked at the culprit.
"Who ruined our dinner!"
Then the three unlucky guys standing in a row were shot neatly.
The bullets infused with the power of the Holy Light directly shattered the troll's entire head. The three headless corpses spurted out a large amount of blood like fountains, and then fell backwards.
"Done!"
Chen Mo coolly turned the gun to eject the bullet, then inserted the rifle back into the custom-made holster on his back, clapped his hands, and looked particularly confident.
"Well, I think maybe we can be a little more relaxed on this expedition?"
"Is this the Predator?"
The dwarves were still talking about it, but they saw that Chen Mo had already walked towards the troll's cave, and he didn't know when he had a crowbar in his hand.
"Serent, what do you want to do?"
"After all the monsters have been defeated, of course they will be picked up and dropped!"
Chen Mo waved his hand and asked everyone to follow him to dig for treasures. It didn't matter how much money he had, the main thing was that he enjoyed the process of opening the treasure chest.
The troll's cave is not very deep, and is covered with a lot of animal furs, which should be their trophies. In line with the principle of not wasting, Chen Mo also let the dwarves take them all away. As for the unpleasant smell, he can only wash it more.
Several times. After all, scalp hair is considered hard currency these days. The dwarves in the Suicide Squad all paid for their wives, so they can save whatever they can.
Chen Mo, who was walking at the front, rummaged through the mess and threw all the coins to the dwarf.
"Divide it into fourteen parts, we can divide it equally!"
The dwarf holding the box counted the heads and then asked.
"But there are fifteen of us, Serente!"
"It's okay, Gandalf is not a human being, there is no need to give him points!"
Chen Mo turned his head and saw Gandalf glaring at him with his staff.
"Well, actually I am doing this for your own good. Gandalf, you are a wizard and you cannot let external objects interfere with your practice. If you care so much about external objects, how can you be a white robe in the future?"
"Hmph, the gray robe is very good, I can't miss it!"
What Gandalf said was a man of great righteousness. As a wizard, he was neither greedy for money nor lustful. He just liked to smoke and drink. He was not tempted by the wealth of the Lonely Mountain, but he would definitely fight for the Troll's spoils!
As for the gray robes and white robes Chen Mo mentioned, they are all foreign objects. A mature and upright gray robe wizard doesn't care whether he is wearing a gray robe or not. Unlike some people who think that wearing a white robe is a big deal, so you are crazy.
, in the future, when the big leaders above speak, I will see how you still wear the white robe!
When Gandalf reminded himself that as a gray robe he had to guard against arrogance and impetuosity and continue to work hard, there was another exclamation from the front. Gandalf, who thought he had encountered a monster, rushed over to help, but saw Chen Mo holding up two big swords.
Just send it blindly.
"What are you doing?"
"Isn't this the Blade Storm that all of you wizards know?"