Seeing that the enemy had appeared, the roaring troll leader suddenly quietened down.
Fifty meters behind it, countless indigo figures stood silently on top of the crude camp, watching the battlefield from afar. They had no intention of running out to help.
The troll leader stood between the two bonfires, slowly stretching his body.
It took off the animal skin that was half-draped over its body, revealing its steel-like upper body, as well as the countless crisscrossing scars on it. It only had a pair of short leather pants left on its body. Its strong and vigorous muscles wriggled slowly, and its joints crackled continuously.
On its exposed body, apart from the countless scars that represented the glory of the many battles it had fought, there were also colorful and strange patterns smeared on it. They were made up of countless twisted and colorful lines and mysterious runes, forming a strange three-dimensional tattoo.
When the troll leader moved its body, and its muscles trembled slightly, a strange magical power lingered around its body. Judging from the source of the power, it came from those strange tattoos.
Compared to the three-meter-tall troll leader, Mary, who was only 1.8 meters tall, seemed petite and dainty.
Mary appeared in the depths of the dense forest. She stepped lightly on the dark and deep soil, appearing in front of the troll leader in an elegant and enchanting manner.
The light from the bonfire shone on her body, dyeing it with a faint golden halo.
A slender waist, a tall and graceful figure, delicate and slender limbs, and a pair of bat wings that were curled up on her back … Mary stepped out of the darkness. It was difficult for the troll to see her appearance and figure clearly, but this almost perfect silhouette was enough to make all the males feel an irrepressible urge.
However, the troll leader was not one of those greenhorns who had not experienced the world. Although the other party's figure was full of temptation, it could clearly see that the enchanting female who was walking gracefully towards it was overflowing with a terrifying, suffocating aura of blood.
This aura of blood seemed to be tangible, and it became thicker as the other party approached.
In the troll leader's eyes, the other party seemed to be wrapped in a transparent blood-colored scarf that danced with the night wind. Such a strange scene did not bring it the slightest sense of beauty. Instead, it made it feel a deep chill that seeped into its bones.
If the troll leader had a brain, it would understand that this was a typical manifestation of energy!
For no reason, the troll leader felt his throat go dry, and a chill run down his spine.
More importantly, it had a terrifying feeling of being frozen from the cruel and tyrannical battle just now!
The troll leader shuddered, and immediately understood that its spirit had been suppressed by the terrifying aura of blood on the other party's body. That was why it felt at a loss like a newbie.
"Roar …"
The troll leader immediately roared at Mary, who was slowly walking towards him. His ferocious eyes glared at her, and he bent down to pull out a spear from the soil in front of him. He threw it as fast as lightning.
His movements were so swift that the brown spear covered in strange wood grains had already shot out like lightning while the soil was still slowly rising when the spear was pulled out. It pierced through Mary's heart and disappeared into the dark depths of the forest where it was hard for light to reach.
"Good …"
"Lord Kanuo is mighty …"
Countless cheers of different accents rose into the sky, mixed with the rise and fall of whistles.
However, the clamor of cheers quickly died down.
That was because the strange female's figure had slowly disappeared along with the night wind.
What the troll leader had 'sniped' just now was just an illusion left behind by the other party!
"Hmph, just a small trick … Come out!"
The troll leader could no longer maintain his composure. With a muffled groan, he stomped his broad feet on the ground, and a shockwave visible to the naked eye rippled out in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, a hazy blood-red figure appeared ten meters behind him. From the looks of it, the other party seemed to be planning to launch a surprise attack.
At such a close distance, there was no time to use a spear. The troll leader swiped his right hand behind him and grabbed the spear. His left hand flashed quickly, and in an instant, he shot out a few spears from his waist.
Mary was still smiling faintly, and the strange blood-red dagger in her hand swung a few times to deflect the incoming spears. Then, her slender and nimble figure circled around the troll leader at lightning speed, dodging the spears in his hand.
Every time the blood-red dagger in her hand flashed, a terrifying wound would appear on the troll leader's body.
Suppression … It was a complete suppression!
In front of a Peak Tier 3 Vampire Sorceress like Mary, the Troll Chieftain was powerless to retaliate. The dancing poisoned spear could not catch up to Mary's figure at all, let alone deal any damage to her.
However, the troll leader's full strength was not to be underestimated.
Although the spear in his hand could not catch up to Mary, he could still pose a huge threat to Mary, who was close to him, by tightly defending himself. Although his body was bloody from Mary's cuts, it was only limited to some unimportant parts with thick skin and thick flesh.
The parts that could truly pose a fatal threat were still tightly guarded, not giving the other party any chance to attack.
Such an oppressive scene was witnessed by the troll warriors watching from behind. All of them breathed heavily, their eyes bloodshot, and the wooden spears in their hands creaked as they gripped them tightly.
If even they were so excited and irritable, the troll leader, who was still 'fighting' on the battlefield, became even more violent and cruel.
However, under the huge gap in strength, all of his efforts and bravery were futile.
If the situation continued like this, Mary could easily KO this troll leader. The price she had to pay was a little loss of blood energy and a slight injury to her flesh.
These could be quickly replenished after the battle.
That was why Mary could kill this seemingly powerful troll leader without suffering any losses!
The reason for this was that the difference in overall strength between the two was too great.
The so-called overall strength, apart from individual ranks, also included physical fitness, skill system, bloodline talent, battle techniques, and weapons and equipment.
In these aspects, the troll leader's physical fitness and battle techniques could barely be classified as grade 3, but the other aspects were severely lacking.
In Mary's eyes, this troll leader had grade 2 strength, grade 3 vitality, grade 1 agility, and grade 1 spirit. As for the skill system, it was almost entirely close-combat killing techniques.
Such a method might be effective against companions who also lacked extraordinary power, but against Mary who had extraordinary agility and strange blood witchcraft, it was like a wild boar trying to catch a monkey. She would be toyed with by the other party, but she could not do anything about it.
Not only did he fail to injure Mary, but he instead became riddled with wounds. The troll leader became more and more violent and wild.
He panted heavily, like a clumsy wild boar chasing after strange phantoms that could be broken with a single poke. However, its body would always inexplicably feel a stinging pain, and then a terrifying bloody wound would appear.
The wounds that had been cut by the Bee Sting dagger had a faint layer of blood on them.
Even with the troll race's terrifying physical recovery ability, if the strange energy on these wounds wasn't expelled, it would be difficult for them to heal themselves.
After fighting for half an hour, the troll leader had only used one burst of strength to leave a shallow wound on Mary's body. He himself was already drenched in blood, and his entire form looked extremely terrifying.
The troll leader was already extremely furious!
The blood on his body had already circulated and boiled to a certain extreme, and the ripples of power from his roars were starting to become clear.
Finally, with an earth-shaking wild roar, the troll leader raised his spear to the sky, and an extremely violent golden lightning descended from the sky, striking the tip of the spear precisely.
Thunder roared, and electricity flowed everywhere.
The dazzling lightning that filled the sky engulfed the troll leader, and it also activated the wonderful and strange magic patterns on the surface of his body. All the magic patterns lit up at the same time, making him look like a terrifying demon god wrapped in destructive lightning that could destroy the world with a wave of his hand.
The trolls who were watching the battle in the camp all knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly with all their souls, welcoming the arrival of the great will of the soul.
Mary originally wanted to launch a surprise attack while the troll leader was distracted.
Unfortunately, the blood-red figure had just broken through the lightning when she was burned by the drifting golden lightning, and her body was numb. If she hadn't retreated in time when she sensed that something was amiss, the lightning storm that followed would have caused terrible damage to her.
Damn it, this summoning ritual really couldn't be interrupted …
Mary muttered angrily as she dodged 100 meters away, quietly observing the changes in the troll leader.
The golden lightning was meandering around the troll leader's body. Wherever it went, the remaining blood energy was devoured. Its damaged body was also recovering rapidly under the nourishment of the powerful energy. All the wounds were healing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Giant Demon Leader's muscles swelled once again, and his bones were also stretched and elongated. His entire body expanded from three meters to five meters, turning into a terrifying demon god wrapped in lightning armor. His every move could shake the heavens and the earth.
The troll leader kept roaring at the sky, venting the inexhaustible power in his body to its heart's content.
When the transformation of his body came to an end, he suddenly stopped roaring and lowered his head. Two dazzling, ferocious eyes stared at Mary's body.
Even with Mary's brutality and cruelty, she couldn't help but shudder when she saw the other party's gaze. The vigorous fighting spirit in the depths of her heart also stagnated.
Feathered Serpent God?
Or perhaps it was just a weak trace of the Quetzalcoatl's original consciousness …
As expected of the indigenous Totem God of a low-level dimension. He couldn't even tell that this was a trap and stepped right into it. Should I say that he's brave and fearless, or that he's ignorant and fearless?
Mary silently retorted. Finally, a trace of cruelty and mockery appeared on her face.
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