Crown of Chaos

Seeing Aaron getting out of the car, he was naked with a pair of snow-capped feet and placed his deerskin short boots at the door. Eleanor, who was wearing a simple summer-style boulevard pattern, milky white neoclassical dress, naturally wanted to join him.

Ms. Silver Star gave Eleanor a lot of gorgeous and beautiful clothes. Ms. Pastor originally refused. She didn't like taking other people's things. She herself was not a very materialistic person. The huge gain from this adventure was, Eleanor directly donated 2,000 gold lion coins to the Silver Lady Church, leaving only some change as a spare.

Of course, Su Lun would not let Miss Priest donate in vain. I don’t know if it was because she liked Aaron that she fell in love with Wu, or because it was a reward for her piety. The Silver Virgin blessed her Hand of the Warhammer Moon, and now this piece of equipment is a rare sacred weapon. .

But Ms. Silver Star then secretly said something to Eleanor, and Miss Pastor's face immediately turned red. She secretly looked at Aaron for a few seconds, and decisively decided to accept Ms. Silver Star's gift.

"You don't have to go, Eleanor." Aaron held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he was a little eager to try: "We still need people here, please give us some blessings."

"Okay." Miss Pastor seemed to have become a lot more well-behaved. With a flick of her hand, the thick "Book of the Moon" hanging on her waist was opened, and a series of magical spells were blessed on Aaron and Sa. On Mir.

"Blessing Technique."

"Shield of Devotion."

"Enhanced attribute: Bear's toughness!"

Three sacred blessings were blessed on Aaron and Samir respectively, and Eleanor nodded towards them.

"Please come with me." The caravan leader of the Dragon Thorn family said respectfully to Aaron and Samir.

The Dragon Thorn family has always regarded themselves very highly. If Aaron and Samir were warriors, they would never have this attitude.

But they are spellcasters. As mentioned before, spellcasters are too important to a team.

Almost all of the caravan guards are warriors. In order to save costs and move on the main roads within the country, the Dragon Thorn family seems to be too lazy to hire even a single ranger scout.

But don't underestimate this group of warriors. The caravan guards have rich experience in traveling on trade routes. They have arrangements for where they need to rest and where they need to rush. How many people are exploring the road in front and how many people are behind.

The leader of the caravan guard was a Northland barbarian with a very strong build. Because he was afraid of the heat in summer, he only wore the simplest leather breastplate, shoulder armor, and wrist guards. Even so, Aaron saw mosquitoes flying on him with his own eyes. Laifei searched many places, but in the end his skin was not even punctured.

"Let's go." Samir took out a rune sword and a staff with a bright red gem on the top.

Aaron followed suit and drew out the Dark Moon Sword, and also took out his energy storage staff.

The leader of the guard led a few men, and the group of people walked along the avenue for almost two hundred meters. When they turned an intersection, two caravan guards were already there.

"Boss, look at this!"

The guard held a torch and pointed at the huge footprints on the ground.

"What is this?" Even in the darkness, the guard leader could still see a series of footprints through the light of the torch. These footprints were about twenty centimeters long, and the lines that dug into the ground were very deep. It was obvious that the enemy was very heavy.

"Our opponents must be taller than us." Aaron knelt on the ground.

"And it's very dangerous." Samir added, hehehehe said in a lazy state: "It still stinks, can you smell it?"

Aaron and the caravan guards shook their heads.

"It's a troll." Samir rubbed the fine soil with his fingers: "It's a big troll!"

Troll? !

Aaron was okay, but the expressions of all the caravan guards suddenly changed.

"Children, don't stray too far from home. Trolls are waiting for you in the forest.

Trolls are big, trolls are dumb, trolls have big and dumb sticks.

Children are small, children are smart, children’s brains are small and smart.

The trolls happily eat every child.

Trolls are big, trolls are dumb, but trolls are smarter than kids! "

————National Nursery Rhymes

Trolls are well-known giants in the country. These chaotic and evil creatures live in swamps, forests, wilderness, and mountains. The height of these giant creatures can reach 12 feet. However, because they always have a hunched back and walk on both hands and feet, they usually Generally speaking, they are always about 8 feet tall. These large behemoths have ugly appearances, greasy hair, huge noses, sharp fangs, and a pair of long claws that can be broken in one hug. The teeth of small and medium-sized trees can penetrate ordinary armor.

The most frightening thing is that the troll's physique has approached the limit of mortal creatures. Not only can they regenerate their broken limbs, but their broken limbs can even move and attack in a short period of time. Unless they are encountered The most serious injury, otherwise he will not stop his actions.

The most troublesome thing is that even if the head of these giants is cut off, there is a certain probability of regeneration. Many times adventurers think it is dead, but it can always come back to life.

At the same time, the troll can also perform a gastric vomiting attack on the enemy during a battle! Without any preparation in advance, and without a strong enough physique to withstand the stench of the trolls, humans can even be knocked out directly!

But this is not the most deadly thing. The most deadly thing is that trolls often operate in groups.

A dozen trolls?

The group of people felt dizzy after thinking about it.

"What should we do? Chase or pass quickly? Boss?" a guard asked immediately.

Although the guard gave a question, Aaron could clearly feel that none of the guards actually wanted to fight.

However, the leader of the caravan guard hesitated.

The bad temper of the Longthorn family has emerged. This group of people has always thought highly of themselves. They are very complacent and arrogant. They look down on ordinary people and think of themselves as the Gods family all day long. They are dragging them down.

But the influence of Fande-Dragon Thorn also has positive aspects. He sympathizes with the weak, despises the strong, and despises the powerful. He does not care about sacrificing interests for the justice in his heart. He always feels that he is so strong and has a sense of responsibility for many things in the world. He feels that he has Obligation to do something.

Pretend nothing happened and pass quickly? Leave the problem to latecomers to face a bunch of trolls?

As a caravan leader who is a member of the Dragon Thorn family, he is a bit unable to do this kind of thing.

Aaron was also pondering. Emotionally, he should take action, but rationality told him that rushing back to Susar overnight was the best option at this time. There was no need to engage in an unnecessary battle, and there was no benefit at all.

A group of people were silent, but one person spoke.

"There are not many enemies! Just look at the footprints and there are only six or seven of them!" Samir kneaded the soil on the ground again. Seeing that the group was still hesitating, the Harper shouted directly: "Fight!!"

"We have so many people and two spellcasters, why don't we fight? If we don't clean up these guys, are we going to let them dominate here? Are they still human? I'm your mother!" Samir exploded Swear words: "Do you have any self-consciousness? You are the Dragon Thorn family! And you are the Purple Dragon Knight!"

"As nobles of the kingdom, don't you have any sense of shame?"

These words made the caravan leader and Aaron look a little confused.

Yes, forget it if it is somewhere else. This is the territory of Cormyr. The Dragonthorn family is a local noble, and Aaron is also a Purple Dragon Knight. It is really unreasonable to pass by quietly as if nothing happened.

However, Aaron thought to himself that it was no wonder that the Harpers were hated by many people in the kingdom. They were obviously a kind organization, but they were called a troublemaker all day long.

Ignore the rules, morally kidnap, and just do what you say.

"Are you going? If not, I will go!" After Samir said these words, he had already opened his sleeves to reveal the leather armor under his clothes, and was ready to start: "I will lead the charge!"

"Wait, of course we will go together." The caravan leader could only stop him and looked at Aaron with questioning eyes.

"I'll go too. Send someone to inform the caravan and let the caravan stay there for a while until we solve the problem." Aaron gave the order: "Everyone must be careful, take a big breath, pay attention to the smell in the air, and follow Follow the footsteps.”

"I know, you don't need to say more." The leader of the caravan took out a two-handed giant sword from behind. He took a deep breath and forced out a ferocious smile: "It's time to stretch your muscles and bones!"

A group of people, the caravan sent about twenty guards, plus the two spell casters Aaron and Samir, they were already a large-scale combat force, but Aaron always felt that something seemed to be following Samir. Things, but you can't identify them even if you look closely.

Following the footprints, a group of people walked for more than ten minutes and entered a valley in the forest. There were many stones in the valley. A small stream passed through the valley. Under the influence of the summer flood season, the river flowed gurglingly. , fragments of limbs, broken arms, and bones floated down from the upper stream.

"Get ready to fight!" Aaron and others had faintly heard the sound of firefights ahead.

Looking closely, in the dark forest, a group of trolls were fighting with several elves. At least three trolls fell down, and two elves had also been killed!

Each of these elves were extremely gorgeously dressed, wearing very gorgeous armor and golden crowns and feather helmets. There were some with red hair and some with blond hair, but all of them were handsome men and beauties. The spears, swords, and long bows in their hands came from the dark forest alone. You can tell by the light reflected in it that it is not ordinary.

That seems to be a sun elf?

Aaron and Samir looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

Sun elves, also known as "gold elves" or "high elves", were the most important upper-level beings in the elven empire. They were the direct descendants of the high elves created by the elven god Corellon. After the decline of the elven empire and the "Great Retreat" , Sun elves are almost extinct on the mainland, and most mortals will not recognize them.

But this is Cormyr. As a former territory of the Elf Empire, Cormyr still has many elves and half-elves settling here. After the Year of Turmoil, it seems that the Lord of the Dawn, Lathander, and the Elf Lord Corellon proposed to " "Recovering" Myth Drannor of Cormanthor, some sun elves returned to the mainland and passed through Cormyr to replenish supplies.

The Great Forest of Cormanthor is located in the northeast of Cormyr. That place is the real "high-end area". The once glorious Elf Cormanthor Empire now only remains in ruins, and there are countless abyss demons and unspeakable evil things. Infested among them, even legendary adventurers can only protect themselves, and they may overturn if they are not careful.

Several Sun Elves were unable to withstand the troll attack. There was an obvious lack of spellcasters among them, and they could only barely cope with the trolls who were extremely strong in melee combat and had extreme physiques. As time went by, they gradually became exhausted. And the trolls were in good spirits.

Having late-night snacks in the middle of the night is a beautiful thing!

"Remember, with your current level, it is a joke to defeat the trolls in hand-to-hand combat." Aaron has already begun to arrange: "However, the trolls are not without weaknesses. They are very afraid of fire and strong acid."

"Get your shield ready. When you see the troll's neck start to tilt back, be sure to dodge. If you really can't dodge, use your shield to block the troll's vomit!"

"Don't think about using weapons to fight the trolls. The big sticks in their hands can smash you into a ball of flesh. You have to wait until the trolls attack before you attack. Their reaction speed is slow, and each attack will take a few seconds. Time cannot move.”

"Understood." The expression on the caravan leader's face gradually turned to respect. It was obvious that the Purple Dragon Knight had received a complete course.

"Samir, let's go." Aaron finally said hello to the magician. He rushed across the stream, the Dark Moon Sword in his hand reflecting the bright moonlight in the dark night.

At this time, the elves were a little unable to withstand it. One elf was swept across the neck by the troll's sharp claws, leaving four hideous wounds on the shoulder armor, helmet, and neck. Blood spurted everywhere. The sun elf He fell to the ground and struggled in pain. He pushed forward with his legs on the ground, trying to push his body back. His hands covered his neck, and streams of bright red blood overflowed between his fingers.

"Stop! You swamp monster, a piece of trash made of mud! Corellon curses you!"

The sun elf shouted in Elvish.

"How dare you? How dare you???"

The troll obviously didn't understand what he was saying. It just raised its big stick and hit the sun elf hard on the head.

"Pfft~"

With a muffled sound, the whole head exploded!

At this time, only two sun elves were still fighting. Aaron immediately flew up. He recited a spell and a row of chaos missiles was ready.

"Humans." The leading elf may be the captain among them, because his crown is more gorgeous than other elves, and the pattern on his robe is more complicated. There is a sun pattern on his broken cloak: " People of Cormyr, are you useless? Are you so slow to respond?"

"Why are there so many people here?" the Sun Elf captain yelled dissatisfied: "Hurry up! If you delay our sacred mission, I guarantee you will not end well! You wait until I send an official letter to your regent. Bar!"

Aaron: "…………"

Except for Samir, who was preparing magic in the distance, only Aaron among the people present could understand Elvish.

The viscount was speechless.

He no longer wants to save this group of sun elves (actually there are only two left), he just wants to respect the fate of others.

But it was already too late. The troll noticed the appearance of Aaron and others, and dragged a nearly two-meter-long mace towards him!

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