The Divine Hunter

Outside the cave is a long and narrow ravine with cliffs on both sides. From time to time, fine stones roll down the smooth slope, making it difficult to climb.

If the two want to go to the Ring of Elements, they can only make a circle along the ravine.

Can go halfway.

A silly voice suddenly came from above and stopped the two of them.

"Hey, you two! It's like a troll-like mountain. No outsiders are allowed to pass through, so leave quickly!"

"Disobedient, the trolls will stone you to death!"

Roy looked up.

At the top of the ten-meter-high steep slope, a three-headed humanoid monster was looking down from there.

They are so sturdy that the difference in width and height seems to be the same. From a distance, they look like three swaying cubic stone piers standing on the edge of a cliff.

The bulging limbs vividly explain what is called rock-like muscles.

The skin between the chest and abdomen in front of their body is orange, but the skin on the back of the body, the side of the neck, and the top of the head is green and rough. A pair of natural armor like a tortoise shell.

This reminded Roy of the clay golem he had encountered.

Under their green heads, two soy bean-sized eyes with shriveled and dull eyes seem to be ready to doze off at any time, while the nose that collapses into the nostrils and the yellowed fangs in the big mouth endow them with a simple, honest and ugly temperament.

Roy stared at the leader, and the dark gold pupils became deep.

rock troll

Age: 120

Gender: Male

Health: 250

Attributes

Strength: 20

Agility: 7

Constitution: 25

Perception: 4

Will: 7

Glamour: 4

Spirit: 8

Skill:

Regeneration (passive curing): No matter what kind of troll has a legendary self-healing ability,

Metabolism far exceeds that of ordinary species, any non-fatal wounds will heal in a short time, and they are immune to bleeding.

but weakly toxic.

Body of Rock (Passive Solidification): Rock trolls are extremely powerful, with thick skin and flesh, and are extremely powerful. If they are attacked with sharp weapons, the weapons will be easily damaged. Innate Constitution, Strength +10.

...

Roy exhaled, feeling a little excited. He had heard many rumors about trolls.

Such as being loyal, honest and honest.

For example, they used to prey on humans, but then they ate less.

Today was his first encounter with a troll.

Although the atmosphere is not too friendly.

He waved at the third buddy, his face was as gentle as possible, and he greeted loudly, "Several giant membranes... Membranes, we have no malicious intentions, we have to detour to the ring of elements, do not want to seize your territory, please let us go!"

"no!"

"boom!"

The second-ranked troll threw a stone and landed at the feet of the two witchers, smashing a large pit of dirt, and it growled to express its strong dissatisfaction, "The witcher took a sharp wooden Dead monsters, trolls are also monsters, so you want to kill trolls!"

"Lambert, doesn't it mean that trolls are not good at thinking? It's not very clear." Roy asked the people around him, "What advice do you have now. How did you get past?"

"As one of the badge trials, the troll hills are tested for reaction. We probably didn't let them feel threatened before. They usually don't care, so they rushed over!"

"Then what are you waiting for?!" The two exchanged glances, and at the same time outlined a golden charm, Quinn covered his body behind him, and sprinted forward with his legs down!

Seeing this, the troll shouted anxiously at the top of the mountain.

"Bad witcher, stop!"

"Shameless!"

The witcher turned a deaf ear, and the whole process went surprisingly smoothly.

In just over a hundred meters, the two rushed across the ravine in a few seconds with agility far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The troll's throwing power is amazing, but it is not a professional "grenadier", and the stone thrown does not even touch the witcher's hair.

The two rushed into a shallow tunnel, and "bang bang" Alder blasted away the rock and soil blocking the exit.

However, as soon as they exited the tunnel, they were dumbfounded. Ten meters away, three rock trolls stood side by side at the entrance to the canyon leading to the Ring of Elements, with their arms crossed and their eyes fierce, like three gatekeepers.

"Witcher, don't listen to advice, bad guy!" The troll leader poked at the two with his chubby finger, "Where else do you want to run? Dozens of trolls... six counts!"

"Leave within a limited time!" The other two grabbed the head-sized stone and were about to throw it, "Otherwise you'll get a hole in your head!"

"Throw it into a large iron pot and heat it with mushrooms!"

...

"six…"

"Have they killed witchers?" Roy asked suddenly.

Lambert shook his head, "But a lot of unlucky people were smashed to death with big bags all over their heads."

"Five..." The six straight fingers of the troll leader retracted one.

Lambert's amber pupils froze, and he drew his silver sword.

He never got used to these guys.

"Four…"

"You monsters don't get out of the way, be careful we send you to the West!"

"Dude, don't be too busy, I'll try to communicate!"

Roy stopped him.

"three…"

The troll's eyes gleamed fiercely, his muscles erupted, and his body half-squatted into a state of power storage, his face was cold and no more honest.

The witcher held his breath.

The atmosphere in the field was tense.

A bloody battle seemed inevitable.

"two--"

The troll tensed up,

Take a deep breath, open your mouth,

"Ten!" Roy yelled without warning.

The troll who was about to shout the last number seemed to be taken aback, the whole demon was stunned, and the awe-inspiring and inviolable aura disappeared.

It lowered its huge head, glanced at the fingers of both hands that had changed back to six, its eyes became dazed, and it muttered to itself in a daze,

"Hey! How many should the trolls count?"

"You've counted to ten!" A female troll poked her chest with her fingers, with a firm tone.

The other female spread out her hands and twisted upside down fingers with a total of six carrot-thick fingers.

"And what time is it? Six?"

"Cough, cough, three giant membranes, please trust the witchers, we come with good intentions!" Roy took out a little yellow dog from Cong's hood at some point, and put his fluffy body on top of it. to the face.

One big and one small stared at the three trolls with innocent and friendly eyes.

"The witcher and the giant membrane make friends."

"Like me and it!"

"Wang!"

Roy reached out and grabbed it, the yellow dog stuffed it into the hood, and magically, he took out an opened bottle of spirits, and the rich aroma of the wine quickly diffused into the air with the witcher's shaking hand.

The three-headed troll suddenly forgot to count, and invariably hunched his body, wiggling his black nose like a dog.

He narrowed his eyes intoxicated.

And Lambert glanced strangely at his companions, still holding his sword to remain vigilant!

Roy was relieved to see that the method worked, and began to frantically recall an unprecedented masterpiece taught by Serrit - "How to Use Words to Coax a Simple Troll"

Trolls, love to build bridges, love to drink, and one tendon.

It doesn't have to be tough.

After deliberating for a while, he prepared the draft.

"The three are good giant membranes, the witchers only kill the bad ones, we are here to make friends, and wine as a gift!"

"liquor?!"

"Gift?!"

The troll leader's whole body was jolted, and it took five seconds to understand this with his barren brain, and he suddenly opened his mouth in surprise.

The troll family lived alone on the top of the mountain. For more than 50 years, they had never made any decent friends, and no one took the initiative to send gifts to the Ziji family.

Unexplainably sore nose.

But it shook its head.

"The witcher just broke the rules and ran away!"

"Say one thing and do another, and there's a third one behind your back!" A female troll helped.

"I can't wait to give gifts! You were on the mountain and I was down there. How did you deliver the gifts? You had to run over to deliver the gifts to you!"

Like a troll orangutan, he reached out and scratched his back, questioning,

"Why did the witcher mention the Ring of Elements?"

"To brew the best vodka, you must collect the grass and fruits that grow near the Ring of Elements!" Roy's dark gold pupils flickered with sincerity. "Don't believe me, have a drink?"

The troll just made an "eh" sound, hesitantly, and got up after half-push.

Roy gave Lambert a reassuring look, and told him to put away his weapon, while he held his left hand high and the wine bottle in his right hand in a surrender posture, slowly moving to the three trolls step by step. A closer look at this unique creature.

Trolls in a quiet state are still quite naive.

Huge head, green forehead inexplicably with a bit of delicacy.

Of course, it is relative to the old spearhead.

The witcher placed a bottle of fine wine at their feet.

The lustrous liquor swayed in the transparent long-necked bottle, reflecting the moving brilliance.

The aroma of the wine overflowed, and the three-headed troll widened his eyes.

"Gollum...gollum..."

"Jumo, drink, Nuocheng Vodka, a friend for life!" Roy smiled and made a "please" gesture.

"Vodka? Friends," the troll leader's small eyes swept over his two companions, who nodded hastily while swallowing.

"Witchers also drink, drink together, and those who can enjoy vodka can be friends!"

Next, an extremely absurd scene appeared in front of the wolf sect witcher.

The young snake pie and the three-headed trolls formed a circle and sat on the floor, starting with one bottle for you, one for me, toasting and chatting in full swing.

The three-headed troll was holding a wine bottle and gulping.

And the witcher sipped slowly from a small glass to a small glass.

Every time he finished one bottle, he magically took out another bottle.

Vodka, beer, dwarf spirits, in several ways.

What is this kid doing?

"Giant Momo... How long have you lived on the mountain?"

"Six, six, six..." The troll leader said more than ten sixes in a row, and then it went back and forth like a shutdown, and the drink leaked out of his teeth.

Apparently it can't count that number.

Roy was anxious to hear,

"Let's go, three friends, all leaned over. I, Roy, swear here that today, I will teach my friends how to count, more than ten!"

"More than ten?"

The three-headed trolls followed the witcher's orders in disbelief, all palms out, six hands placed side by side, counting from left to right, up to eighteen.

"The whole family can count to eighteen!"

The trolls were stunned, and they tried repeatedly with each other. After counting several times, they thoroughly memorized the method and looked at him as if they were looking at a god.

"Roy, you, bring wine, teach counting, good man!"

The trolls gave thumbs up.

"benefactor!"

"friend!"

"drink!"

"Hiccup... Jumbo, isn't your rule one husband and one wife?" Roy once saw from Serret's thesis that trolls practice monogamy and maintain it for life.

After one party dies, they will not marry again.

Much more faithful than most romance-loving humans, at least when it comes to love.

Dark Gold glanced at the three trolls, clearly a male leader and two females.

Could it be that this guy violated tradition and opened the harem?

"It, wife, Juma!" The wife grinned at her husband and smiled sweetly at her husband when she heard the call.

"It, Daughter Giant Mushroom!" Troll Demon's thick palm patted the head of his lighter-skinned companion,

"boom!"

The latter immediately and affectionately punched it in the chest.

Gravel splashes.

Roy's eyelids jumped. If he was punched, he would at least break a rib.

"Do you know the one-eyed monster and the old spearhead in the cave?"

"Old Spearhead is dangerous!" The troll shook his head, "Don't mess with it!"

"Okay, don't mess with it... Your family, are you interested in going outside?"

"The outside world is very exciting, good wine, stewed meat in a big iron pot, enough!"

"Trolls like mushrooms." Juma said bluntly.

"Of course there are, and a lot of ingredients are added, all of which are your favorites, little frogs, little snails, little slugs, bones... Vomit..." Roy tried his best to recall Serret's paper, "Smelly and fragrant."

If you can fool the three-headed troll to become a bodyguard in Nuocheng, who will dare to provoke a witcher from now on? !

It's not a problem to afford it. As long as there are trolls, there are many merchants willing to pay a lot of money to hire them.

When will I make a difference?

The three trolls were obviously moved, holding the wine bottle in their mouths, tilting their heads and staring at them, silent for a long time.

But in the end, invariably shaking their heads,

"Here, Kyle Morhan, is home. Trolls guard the home and can't leave!"

Roy was a little regretful when he heard the words, but he didn't force them to leave their homes, and instead asked,

"The dilapidated castle over there, with a lot of beautiful stones, is also the home of the giant membrane?"

"The castle has a lot of stones, and it's not boring at all. It's also the choice of home. But there are four witchers. They're too powerful, and they're as nimble as mice. The stones can't hit them. The wooden sticks are very painful, and they can't beat them!" The troll demon looked in the direction of the castle, with some hope in his eyes, and a hint of fear.

Roy's heart moved,

"If outsiders attack and destroy the beautiful castle, can you help?"

The three-headed troll squeezed his right hand with his left hand, hesitating, and his simple and honest cheeks were full of tangle.

"In fact, I live there too, and the beautiful castle is Roy's home."

"A friend's house?!" The troll seemed to realize something, and suddenly patted his chest and solemnly promised, "The troll will help Roy guard!"

"Drive off the invaders!"

"This mountain, welcome Roy, be a guest at any time!"

The witcher got the answer he wanted, showing his white teeth, smiling brighter, and bribing the troll family with a bottle of wine.

After half an hour.

The troll drank too much mixed drink and was too drunk, laying on the side of the road and sleeping soundly.

Snoring loudly in place.

"Brother, you are really cunning to actually get them drunk."

Lambert, who had been quietly watching not far away, came over, his palms like a knife across his neck, and his face was fierce and made a gesture of cutting his throat.

"The troll has a fast metabolism and will wake up soon, we better hurry up!"

Roy was stunned for a moment, Anjin's pupils swept across the three-headed monster who was defenseless and exposed his soft belly to him.

Troll mutagens are precious and definitely fit for the upcoming Trial of Flying Lion Grass.

But he struggled a bit.

Then he shook his head and followed his heart.

Roy is not an experience harvesting machine without emotion after all.

"Lambert, you didn't hear it just now. The giant film family has made a promise that if Kyle Mohan is attacked in the future, they can come here to rescue soldiers!"

"It took me a long time to speak up and collect many bottles to get close to them! Wouldn't it be a waste of hard work to kill them!"

"Are you sure you'll let them go, kid?" Lambert looked like he had bumped into a ghost. He was as grumpy as him and never communicated with monsters. "Witchers don't kill monsters, so what are they called witchers?"

"The witcher only kills harmful monsters!" Roy teased, "Lambert, Lambert, you have been with the monster friend, Lord White Wolf, for so long, haven't you been influenced by his advanced ideas at all?"

"He's him, I'm me!"

"Seriously, don't fight and fight all day long! Go to the Orsenfurt Animal Protection Association for further education when you have time, and accept a different idea."

"What is that place?" Lambert reluctantly left the troll family and walked side by side with Roy to the hillside leading to the Ring of Elements.

"A holy place to learn knowledge!"