Volume 6: Job Change Chapter 4: So miserable... (Part 2)
Escaping upstairs when surrounded is not a good way out: the space for maneuvering becomes smaller and the exit is further away. But for Exaggerated Crying, this is his only way out. The trolls blocked the door tightly. If he doesn't want to lie there and be chopped into meat sauce, he has only one way to retreat, the stairs.
It seemed that the situation of my dwarf companion was very bad : the armor on his body was dragged on the ground in a long string, and it was crooked when he ran; the helmet was tilted on the back of his head, and if it weren't for the fact that dwarves generally have larger skulls, it would have been unable to hold it; even the sturdy combat boots could not escape the fate of being damaged, and there was a big hole on the front of his right foot, leaving his hairy toes exposed. I guess if he was hacked and killed like this a few more times, he would have to run back to Reed City naked.
Although the trolls outside the door were not disturbed by the "Roar of Terror", they were blocked by their frightened companions and could not chase after them. Only a few "Flame Totems" on the ground were still relentlessly firing fire bombs, but this level of attack was so minor that it could be ignored compared to the deadly chopping of countless axes just now.
Ten or so seconds later, the Filthy Axe Trolls who were frightened unconscious by the "Roar of Terror" came to their senses one after another. They roared loudly in anger, swung their clumsy weapons, and aggressively chased the dwarf warriors upstairs.
I really wanted to know what happened upstairs, but the wall blocked my view, so I couldn't see with my own eyes how the dwarf warriors dealt with the crisis in front of them. At this time, I could only take off the flannel in my ears and try to guess the battle situation on the second floor by the sounds I heard.
"Oh my god!" As soon as I took off the cloth, I heard a terrible cry from the second floor of the temple, followed by a series of unbearable screams. Just when I thought my dwarf companion was about to die again, an unexpected change suddenly occurred...
There were several windows on the second floor of the temple that were open to the outside, facing different directions. At this moment, the dwarf warrior, who was forced into a desperate situation, probably found the only way out of the siege in desperation, and immediately jumped out of the window without hesitation. His short and fat body did not become a burden in this desperate leap, and his agile and light body was like an elegant cheetah moving through the forest.
There was just one small problem: the window he had chosen didn't seem quite right.
I once said that one side of this temple is close to the rocks and it faces the village on two sides. If you jump out of the windows on these three sides, you will either jump onto the rocks or the hillside nearby, or fall on the road in the village, and it will not cause much damage.
However, just behind the temple, there is a steep cliff.
Unfortunately, there were nearly ten windows on the second floor, and the desperate dwarf warrior cried exaggeratedly, but he chose the one closest to the cliff and jumped out without hesitation. It was not until he reached the top of his jump and began to fall in free fall that he found two floating clouds passing by him, and in front of him was a pleasing open fertile field.
"Ah..." When the desperate cry reached my ears from the side of the temple, the exaggerated crying figure had already fallen rapidly and was completely out of my sight. His cry was full of confidence and long-lasting, echoing repeatedly among the mountains and did not disappear for a long time.
It was not until I chewed and swallowed a small piece of apple cheese and wiped my greasy fingers on my armor that I heard a disgusting "pop" sound from the bottom of the cliff, which made me feel sticky and wet all over. It reminded me of a rotten persimmon being smashed against the wall.
Oh, it sounds like this cliff is quite high.
However, this way, the exaggerated crying should be able to escape the range of the troll tribe and no longer be affected by the soul binding. This is not a bad thing for him who has been troubled by more than ten deaths. I hope that after he is resurrected at the resurrection point, he can successfully complete the task and forget this unpleasant experience.
I silently blessed him in my heart.
In addition to blessing, my heart was full of gratitude to this stranger whom I had never met before: his bravery - or rather recklessness - greatly inspired me, and pointed out a way for me to escape safely after obtaining the flag of the Dirty Axe Tribe. Originally, I had been worried about the troll army rushing towards me from all directions, and I didn't know how to resolve this crisis if it were me. Now, I have a wonderful idea in my mind, and although it may still fail, I think the chance of success is very high.
What made me even happier was that not long after he took away a tribal flag, a brand new flag reappeared in the temple, and my job transfer task record was not deleted. This means that I still have a chance to complete this task and transfer to a warrior.
In fact, this did not surprise me very much: it was normal for a troll tribe to prepare an extra flag symbolizing its tribe for replacement at any time. Moreover, in the Farvi continent, we were accustomed to finding five or six heads from a corpse, not to mention the small issue of two flags.
After losing the trace of the dwarf warrior, the Dirty Axe Trolls looked around in confusion for a while, and then finally gave up the search and returned to their original positions. The Dirty Axe Requiemer who was originally hidden in the temple had died under the exaggerated Weeping Giant Sword. At some point, his body had disappeared, and a new Dirty Axe Requiemer replaced the dead man, pacing slowly back and forth in the temple.
Soon, everything in the Dirty Axe Troll Tribe returned to normal. No one was ashamed or angry about the loss of the tribe's flag, as if everyone had gotten used to it.
Just when the storm of the stolen flag had subsided and everything was calm, I saw the right moment and cautiously moved towards the temple...
