Half-elf Ranger

"Damn, the taste of this strong acid is really sour." Trundle endured the pain, and regardless of the wet ground, he sat directly on the ground casually, and saw the arm that had turned to ashes, with a look of fear on his face expression muttered.

The situation just now was too dangerous. If Thorne hadn't cut off his two arms corroded by strong acid just now, most of his body would have been melted by strong acid like ashes on the ground.

After a while, he felt that the arms that Thorne had cut off had grown back, and Trundle adapted to the movement a few times and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Then some bluntly took out a bottle of primary physical strength recovery potion from his pocket and filled it in one breath, and his face suddenly recovered a bit of blood.

Although the troll race has a perverted regeneration ability, it does not mean that it can regenerate infinitely, and this ability also consumes a lot of physical strength.

This is why most of the trolls in the wilderness have a very strong appetite.

And the bottle of potion in his hand that can quickly restore physical strength is more useful to Trundle than those potions that treat minor injuries. He usually keeps a certain amount with him for emergency needs.

"I've always wondered if the head of a troll is cut off, will the body grow on the head or the head on the body, or both?"

Thorne leaned against the wall and played with the dagger in his hand, and asked casually after seeing that Trundle had almost recovered.

In this world, it's fine if you are only injured by flesh and blood, and the influence on yourself is not very large, but if you are seriously injured, if you do not have strong physical support or timely treatment, it will easily lead to excessive blood loss and death.

For example, Thorne has only 14 physical attributes and 54 health. If he is slightly scratched by a sword or the like, he can heal slowly with his own physical constitution.

However, if he encounters a serious injury that hurts his muscles and bones, without corresponding first aid measures, his life value will be rapidly lost with the continuous aggravation of the injury and accidental infection, until he dies.

And there is no such thing as a so-called bottle of healing potion that will instantly fill up and become alive.

Not even a priest's magic can do it.

The priest's healing magic and the healing potions sold in the pharmacy will indeed relieve his injuries and slowly recover after using them.

But most of this method will overdraft one's own physical strength, which will make people enter a state of weakness for a period of time.

Before the battle is over, it is the stupidest choice for adventurers to choose to use healing potions or divine magic. These recovery methods are often performed after the battle is over.

Trolls are different. These guys regenerate like biochemical creatures. Except for strong acid and flames, it is difficult to suppress their abnormal ability.

Moreover, the blood of trolls is the main material for making revival potions in the hands of those evil wizards.

Thorne has always been very curious about the regeneration ability of trolls. He has also killed many trolls in the wilderness, but because of his own fire attribute long sword and desert wind swordsmanship.

His attack has a natural restraint on the regeneration of trolls, and he has no chance to see such a strange phenomenon. Seeing Trundle in front of him can't help but arouse his curiosity.

"Uh... I really haven't tried this." Trundle was stunned for a moment, scratching his head and said.

This kind of thing sounds like a lot of fun. If both of them are really long, then is the consciousness all under their own control?

Trundle was obviously moved, but he didn't think he would have the courage to try and chop off his own head, how cruel it would be to do it.

"If you have a chance, you can try it." Thorne thought it was quite interesting to see Trundle's serious look on his face. He decided to wait until he stabilized and give it a try to confirm his thoughts.

"…"

Hearing this, Trundle noticed that Thorne didn't look like a joke, and his neck shrank suddenly, as if he had already felt a coolness approaching.

After all, he had just seen with his own eyes the ferocity that radiated from Thorne when he chopped off his arm.

On the surface, this guy looked like a delicate appearance unique to the half-elf race, but every time Trundle approached Thorne a certain distance.

His keen intuition would make him feel an invisible evil spirit emanating from the other party's body, which made people very uncomfortable. This kind of aura must have been accumulated slowly after killing too many people.

So he smiled slightly embarrassedly at Thorne, but luckily the other party didn't have any malicious intentions now, otherwise they might not be Thorne's opponent together.

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At this time, a trembling sound came from above the sewer, causing the entire sewer to seem to be affected to a certain extent.

Judging from the strength of this vibration, it was at least caused by a constructing golem weighing more than 5,000 pounds. Thorne guessed it after a little judgment.

It seems that the fight above Winter City is very lively. You can't delay here. You have to leave as soon as possible. The vibrations generated by these constructed golems are likely to wake up some sleeping evil creatures in the depths of the sewers.

Thorne has been wandering in this sewer for nearly a month, and he still knows a thing or two about some unknown and terrifying monsters in it.

He thought it was best to leave as soon as possible.

In Winter City, although the incarnations of the gods have been beheaded, there are still many abyss gnolls, abyss ghouls, and those flying Qasai demons.

If you only rely on these clumsy construction golems to move, the efficiency is not as high as imagined.

Besides, there are also an astonishing number of Quassers, these flying little demons, and the Constructed Golems that do not have long-range attacks can't do anything at all.

Thorne glanced back and found that the five surviving warrior players gathered together to keep warm at this time, and they could survive the siege of the sahuagin, which showed that they still had a certain strength.

Although their faces looked calm, judging from the flickering gazes in their eyes, it could be seen that in this dim labyrinth-like sewer, they were actually panicking.

Perhaps because of the cold and damp environment in the sewers, Andrina, the female owner of the bar, was wearing a fox fur coat and folded her arms, leaning against the wall that she had cleaned with the cleaning technique, closing her eyes and resting.

However, Thorne has spell recognition skills, and still found an almost invisible vigilance field emanating from her body.

This is a spell of magic alert.

After use, a warning area with a diameter of at least 6 meters will spread out with itself as the center.

Whenever any other creature approaches, a mental signal or sound is sent to the caster.

At Thorne's current stealth level, it is difficult to get close without knowing it, unless you have mastered some of the abilities of the shadow realm.

"You guys stay here for now, I'll go ahead and explore the way." Thorne said to Trundle, and immediately activated his stealth skills, turning into a hazy figure and disappearing into the shadows.