(The previous book friend group was disbanded due to the unscrupulous operation of a group owner, so the original book friend was also invited to join the "Graveyard Rising" book friend group 373472587.) Sorry sorry, double change today! Call the white-clad priest. ）

The male adult ice troll let out a piercing, high-pitched growl, thighs and chased after the goblins that were scattered in all directions.

It's going to target that goblin!

As a rare commander and leader of the goblin clan, the goblins are more than a head higher than ordinary goblins, and they are also slightly superior in wisdom, at least they already know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Unfortunately, such a "brilliant" trait is also easier to attract the attention of hunters. As a result, the male ice troll kicks down the goblins that hit him along the way, but single-mindedly pursues the prey in a dirty set of chain mail.

The goblin Eagle was already terrified.

The little wisdom it had was frightened by the fierce and vicious big man and flew out of the clouds, and at the moment it only knew that it was holding its head and running around, bending over and pouting its ass, and burrowing into the grass and trees. In a panic, the male ice troll was forced to break away from the "crowd" and come to a snow-covered forest field.

At this point, the goblin Eagle was completely at the end of his rope.

The thick snow was so difficult to take every step, and its little short legs could barely move in the snow socket up to its waist, and it had only run out of ten meters before it felt the sound of heavy footsteps shaking the ground behind it.

The Ice Trolls are coming!

The goblin Ig let out a desperate and terrible wail, and burrowed his head into the snow, only one of his butts shivering outside, waiting for the heavy stone axe to fall. But a second passed, five seconds passed, and the surroundings suddenly became silent, but the expected attack did not come.

When it pulled out its head and turned around, it found that the hideous and terrifying male ice troll was standing behind it, holding a stone axe, but with a puzzled and solemn face, sniffing something in the air with a pointed red nose.

Frightened and almost screaming again, Eagle quickly covered his mouth, curled up in the snow, and prayed frantically to the goblin god Pitch in his heart.

Perhaps the goblin god heard the prayers of some temporary devout believer, and the form of the battlefield changed abruptly.

"呲呲呲"

The shrill sound of three sharp arrows piercing the cold wind was so piercing that neither the ice trolls nor the goblins could completely ignore it.

The male ice troll let out a short roar, and the huge stone axe in his hand covered his face and throat. Two crisp sounds sounded, and the two arrows rushed into the axe, flying with a burst of sparks, while the remaining one pierced between the ice troll's chest and abdomen, but the force was too small, only 2 inches into the flesh.

After all, the longbow used by the female ranger is not as strong as the strong bow in the regular army, and the effect is mediocre in terms of penetration, and it can only shoot the hard armor skin of the ice-breaking troll, and it is still a long way from severely injuring the opponent.

After all, the Ice Trolls are also a branch of the Trolls, and they are born with a strong ability to regenerate severed limbs and restore their bodies, and ordinary small scars cannot make them lose their combat effectiveness at all, but can only provoke their anger more and more.

Around the woods, several human warriors with shields and swords appeared in the ice troll's line of sight, slowly approaching it in a fan. Behind them, a lot of human mercenaries could be seen, and the three rangers (two women and one man) who had just let go of the cold arrow on them were also among them.

The male ice troll roared angrily, pulled out the arrow, and didn't care about the wounds on his body, brandishing a stone axe and rushing forward.

The Ice Troll and the four shield guards collided together in the middle of the field, and after a muffled "bang", the shield guard who bore the brunt of the attack spurted blood and fell, and the three shield guards on the side took the opportunity to close together and resist the ice troll's huge and heavy body. The spearmen who followed him took the opportunity to rush forward, and the sharp spear more than 3 meters long in his hand frantically stabbed the enemy in the chest. As the captain, Tren and another swordsman walked quickly behind the troll, brandishing his two-handed greatsword and attacking from the flanks.

For trolls with thick skin, those thin stabbing swords, one-handed swords, and long daggers that focus on sharpness have little room to play, but they are not as practical as flails, maces, and two-handed broadswords. Therefore, the shields and spears on the front can only involve the ice trolls, and it is the swordsmen who wield two-handed swords that can really pose a threat to them.

The three rangers, along with the ranger, formed a ranged strike team, their longbows rattling and armour-piercing arrows in a line, piercing the ice troll's broad chest into a stack of wheat.

The two thieves had no room for use on such an occasion, so they went far to the other side of the forest and began to quickly set traps to prevent the two female ice trolls from running and disrupting the battlefield.

Jack, as the only mage in the squad, silently prepared his spells in the distance, and on such occasions, it was undoubtedly the magic missile that was more attacking.

After the 5-second spell was over, Jack raised his hand and pointed at it, and a string of 5 magic missiles with a whistling sound went straight to the male ice troll's front door. The Ice Troll, who was battling the shield guards and swordsmen, was beaten head-on, and the first two missiles sent it backwards, staggering and falling, bleeding from its nose and mouth. However, the last few arms that were raised protected their faces in time and did not hit the vital point.

This powerful magic missile is the most practical of the first-order spells, and it has the ability to physically knock back, and the 5 magic missiles can also adjust the target of the attack according to the caster's mind, so it is very popular with low-level mages. After all, in this kind of hand-to-hand combat, other group attack spells can easily affect teammates, far less easily than magic missiles.

Although the male ice troll's face was severely damaged, it still did not damage its combat effectiveness, but the mage's attack reminded it that it also had spell-like abilities. When it used its stone axe to force away the two swordsmen who were besieging it, it added several deep scars to its body, but it also took advantage of this opportunity to smash a large ice pick into Jack not far away.

The Ice Troll is not a very gifted magical creature, and an adult Ice Troll will normally only have two ice-like spells: Icy Breath and Ice Pick. Only those elder-level ice trolls may have an extra "Ice Storm" group attack spell.

Although the Ice Pick is only a low-level spell, it can be sent out in the hands of ice creatures, but it has no less power than a mid-level spell. So with a single blow, Jack's shield exploded into powder, and he himself stumbled back two steps, almost sitting on the snow.

"Ladon, you go protect the mage!" Tren shouted as he swung his two-handed greatsword and wrestled with the ice trolls.

Radon is the shield guard who is knocked into the air by the ice troll in the opening scene. When he adjusted the thick wooden shield in his hand again, he heard the captain's order, and quickly ran to Master Jack, covering it behind him with his strong body.

At this time, the ice troll was already roaring angrily, on the one hand, to shock the enemy, and on the other hand, to call a few companions in the distance. The crude stone axe in its hand swung like a wheel, and the wooden shield in front of it slammed with a heavy "whining" sound. With each heavy impact, a shield guard staggered back, and the thick, steel-like wooden shield in his hand had a shocking pit or crack.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the other party's scrambling to adjust the formation, the male ice troll leaned over and opened his mouth widely, and a sky-blue ice breath spewed out of his mouth.

The range of this icy breath is only 2-3 meters away, which is enough to envelop the enemies in front of you. According to its past experience, as soon as this depleting ice breath comes out, the enemy will immediately turn into a frozen ice sculpture, and then it can smash them one by one with an axe.

But what puzzled it was that as the ice breath rolled into the air, there was a popping sound of water vapor when it was rapidly frozen, but the three shields and leather armor in front of it flashed with a faint fluorescent flash, which neutralized the freezing attack. Although the extreme cold still stained their leather armor and weapons with a layer of crystal ice flowers, it did not prevent them from continuing to entangle themselves with the ice trolls.

With these three shield guards present, the ice trolls don't want to attack the swordsmen and spearmen who are jumping up and down. And at this time, Master Jack's next spell also arrived.

A thick black light suddenly flashed over the ice troll's body, and then it disappeared into it, causing it to snort.

"Weak".

An extremely simple negative blessing, but a heavy blow to the ice trolls who mainly eat in the amount of routing. If it weren't for the innate divine power, I am afraid that at this moment, I would no longer be able to swing the stone axe weighing a hundred catties in my hand freely.

The male ice troll's hand slowed slightly, and the few guys around him intensified their offensive even more.

The roar of a female ice troll could be heard in the distance.

The male ice troll immediately went berserk like a chicken, and instead of trying to rush forward to eliminate a few human archers and mages, he turned around, trying to retreat and join his companions.

From the beginning of the battle, for the attack of humans, the ice troll paid attention to protecting his vital parts, preventing the swordsman from attacking his neck, and preventing the archer from attacking his eyes and throat, and almost ignored the attacks of the rest of the parts. It makes full use of its powerful regenerative ability, opening and closing widely, exchanging injuries for injuries with enemies from beginning to end, and it is indeed worthy of being the most difficult hob meat.

By the time he was attacked, the body of the male ice troll was riddled with holes, with countless sword wounds and gun holes, and the front was filled with dense armor-piercing arrows. If it weren't for the friendship of the Arcane Tower of Isdir to sponsor this batch of equipment, I'm afraid that several rangers would not have dared to use it so extravagantly.

Even so, the male ice troll was still attacking with all his might.

It can withstand a dozen or even dozens of attacks from humans without falling, but humans cannot withstand one of its attacks head-on. The huge stone axe in its hand is not simply made of stone, but is a metal ore rich in special ingredients selected from deep mountain mines, so it has reached a staggering level in terms of strength and weight.

To be honest, if you take down the ice troll in front of you, I'm afraid the biggest trophy will be the stone axe in its hand. It must be a special metal ore of great value, and there will always be some mages who are willing to buy it at a high price.

Once the male ice troll tried to break through, Tren and another swordsman behind him couldn't stop him.

The heavy stone axe whizzed over his head and side, and the fierce wind it brought with it made him stagger. But Tren gritted his teeth and persevered, wielding his greatsword to block the ice troll's stone axe slash. Due to the huge force, his hands holding the big sword were shattered, and the sword body was bent into an arc.

However, at this time, Master Jack's third spell was also completed.

A large white web enveloped the male ice troll with precision, but it didn't affect the few human melee combat it faced. The ice troll was crooked, almost falling down.

Take advantage of its illness and kill it.

Several of the mercenaries around him, all of whom were experienced, hurriedly gathered around, and finally brought him down with the continuous impact of his shield.

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