Although I have a score in my heart, I still don't dare to go up. (VIII)(1) Δ┡文网 .81.

This troll came suddenly, appeared strangely, and who knows how fast it was!

Eh, wait, ...... suddenly?

I looked at Phoenix and the others, and said in a low voice, "How did this monster appear?" ”

"Debut?" The phoenix tilted his small head, looking confused.

Cagalli coughed lightly: "I didn't see it clearly, it seems to have appeared suddenly." ”

The others nodded their heads in agreement.

"Suddenly...... Appeared? A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, and I blurted out: ", this thing is the world boss, fast, fast, active, ready to fight the boss and explode good things!" ”

While mobilizing everyone, I silently said in my heart: "Clean up a wild monster, you can meet the world boss one by one, and it really doesn't take much effort to come by!" ”

Thinking about it, I moved, and although I still didn't dare to attack it rashly, I could still use a roundabout tactic.

The troll's gaze was completely drawn to my active creature compared to its nearly three-meter size, and I was indeed an active creature with a tense body, a pair of arms at either side of the body, and both hands always half-open and half-closed, and I couldn't guess if it was going to attack with its fists, slap with its palms, or if it was going to pick up a rock from somewhere and throw it at me.

In short, all three attacks should not be underestimated.

Although it was still moving closer to it, it remained within ten meters of it, which seemed to me a safe area to avoid its stone attacks.

If I got closer, I could hardly guarantee that I would be able to dodge the rocks it threw out of the blue.

The troll's body was trembling slightly, its small red eyes were constantly shaking up and down with my body, poking out the gaps in its fangs, and there was a constant flow of transparent liquid, although it was disgusting, but I have to say that this disgusting scene was indeed very eye-catching.

A low roar seeped through the cracks of its fangs and came low to my ears, and it sounded irritating, like the complaint of an insomniac man in the middle of the night when he chased away abrasive mosquitoes.

At this moment, its state is stationary, but I don't dare to be careless, the ancients, the eve of the storm is the quietest, and no one dares to guarantee that next, the trolls will suddenly attack like a storm.

I watched the troll's every move, even every breath, my body tensed and my heart hung high, not entirely out of fear, but on the part of me who had to tense up my body if I wanted to mobilize every nerve and muscle in my body.

It's moving, the trolls are moving!

In my sight, the muscles of the troll's legs swelled in a large circle, like a tire full of air, and then, like a predatory beast, it struck at me with great speed.

The degree of this instant explosion is completely above me!

Fortunately, my reaction was also extremely fast, and the distance of ten meters also consumed a lot of energy, so I was able to avoid its blow.

However, the one-meter-thick tree behind where I had been standing made a violent click, cracking several broken wounds with a violent impact, and then, slowly falling backwards, slamming to the ground.

The troll was obviously a little blinded by the blow, and it shook its head vigorously, and kept waving its giant hand with only three fingers, hitting its own head.

Golden opportunity!

With a low shout, I swung my knife forward, and when I was less than three meters away, I swung it out.

With murderous intent, Naota's blade drew a blurred spot of light in the cold air, describing the moon in the water shattered by stones, and slashed at the troll's neck.

What I'm looking for is a one-hit kill.

However, I underestimated the combat power of trolls......

With a smack of PIA, I was slapped hard by the troll's giant hand, and my body once again enjoyed a low fly.

Hey? Why is this feeling so familiar?

With severe physical pain, I was able to automatically think about this inexplicable question.

While flying low in the air, pretending to be a thinker, I feel that I am really handsome at this moment!

Plop!

I fell hard to the ground, and once again enjoyed the pain of the fall.

Hey? Why again?

The familiar images unfolded before my eyes again like a replay of the film.

As I watched the white air mass released by Godot's massive metal cross slowly melt into my body, I suddenly remembered that I had been attacked in the same way before when I was trying to see if the disgusting, foul-smelling monster had hung up.

In other words, on this monster's body, I actually received the same attack twice in a row!

What a fuck!

Indignant, I got up from the ground, slapped the ashes on my body twice, stared at the still motionless troll not far away, and attacked again.

After two successive shots, I had a rough idea of how the thing was attacking and how powerful it was.

It appears to be in a static state at all times, but once it comes close to it, it will receive a devastating impact, and after the impact, it will not immediately turn its head and make a second impact, but will slap any enemy who tries to get close to it.

The damage from its slapping attacks is still not to be underestimated, at least, the two times it hit me, it inflicted varying degrees of heavy damage on me, and although it was not yet fatal, it would have cost me most of my combat power.

As for the stone-throwing attack, I guess it's the way it attacks enemies from a distance, and it's absolutely deadly.

But I think that as long as I keep a close distance with it, I will never be able to attack by throwing stones.

In other words, this also ensures the safety of Phoenix to a certain extent.

Bullying himself again, and Billy rushed up with me.

He's not weak, he's even more explosive than me, and he's the same type as the troll in front of him.

After we made eye contact, we started attacking the trolls left and right at the same time.

The troll seemed to be able to sense the disparity in strength and damage between me and Billy, so from the start, it focused most of its attention on me.

With each swing and stab, the troll would slap or thrash with the palm of his hand, completely ignoring Billy's continuous slashes on the other side.

After seeing the results of Billy's slashing, I became more and more convinced of my suspicion: the weakness of defense was indeed the troll's greatest weakness.

I sneered, and while chopping and dodging, I whispered, "Are you ready?" ”