Volume 6: Job Change Chapter 5: Strength comes from courage (Part 1)
Like the dwarf warrior who successfully sneaked into the troll camp before, I also stuck to the trees on the roadside, bypassed the four simple log-built watchtowers on the opposite side of the road, and moved slowly and cautiously towards the troll camp. There were two times when I was a little careless, and the troll in the watchtower seemed to have noticed something, and he suddenly turned his head in my direction. Fortunately, I acted quickly and retreated into the dense shadows of the trees as soon as I realized that something was wrong. I didn't start moving again until I was sure that he had diverted his attention from me.
Damn it, this should be the job of a rogue! I complained fearfully, and in my heart I was envious of the rogues' unique "stealth" skill. If I could hide my body from the other party's sight like them, how much trouble would I save at this time.
After finally bypassing the four sentry towers, I took advantage of no one's attention and quickly retreated to a secluded bush and hid. Just as I hid myself, a patrol sentry consisting of two Dirty Axe Beheaders turned out from behind the mountain wall on one side and passed by where I had just stood.
It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I secretly rejoiced while wiping the cold sweat from my cheek. A mountain breeze blew past me, making me feel a chill on my back.
After slipping past the guards of the sentry tower, the next problem was relatively easy. When the two troll sentinels passed by me again, I followed them quietly, keeping a safe distance from them, and was never discovered by them.
It didn't take long for me to successfully approach the temple entrance. While the two groups of sentinels were meeting behind the temple, I rushed a few steps and plunged into the dilapidated temple gate.
The Dirty Axe Necromancer lurking in the temple reacted without hesitation when he saw me rushing in. Just like the Necromancer that the dwarf warrior encountered before with exaggerated crying, the troll in front of me first swiftly inserted a "Flame Totem" into the floor, and then immediately raised his palms to his chest, chanting a magic spell in a low voice, trying to release a powerful lightning spell to attack me.
With the previous experience of the dwarf warrior, I had already thought of how to deal with the trick of the Dirty Axe Revenant. Before he finished half of the spell, I had already taken a big step to his side and hit his head violently with the shield on my left arm, using the skill of "Shield Strike". I must say that this combat skill I have learned by myself is much more practical than the ordinary skills taught by the warrior trainers. This blow not only interrupted the Dirty Axe Revenant's spell, but also made him fall into a coma immediately.
At this time, the fireballs ejected by the "Flame Totem" had already hit me, and a surge of burning sensation suddenly exploded on my right shoulder. This was the first time I was hit by fire magic. Although this was only the most basic fireball technique, it still caused me a lot of pain. Although it did not really threaten my life, at the moment when the magic flame exploded, I could feel the air around me boiling in an instant. Every breath I took became painful because of the high heat. When the scalding steam rushed into my chest, I even wondered if my lungs and trachea would be cooked .
I would rather be chopped down by a big axe than be burned by the magic flames like I am now. While the Dirty Axe Revenant was in a coma, I swung my sword and chopped at the "Flame Totem" beside me. This short totem pole was not strong at all, and it was no better than a piece of hard wood in front of my sword. It was chopped down to the ground in just a few strokes, and no longer had any magical brilliance.
I stabbed the Dirty Axe Revenant three or four times before he regained consciousness. This ugly guy with a long face and green skin obviously had not given up yet. As soon as he regained consciousness, he immediately summoned his lightning magic again. At first I ignored him, but took advantage of him chanting the spell and slashed him twice in succession. When I saw that his spell was about to end and the lightning ball in his hand was getting brighter and brighter, I suddenly attacked, circulated the fighting spirit in my body to the top of my head, and suddenly hit him head-on, hitting him squarely on the bridge of his nose.
This "headbutt" immediately interrupted the lightning magic spell of the Dirty Axe Revenant and easily resolved his counterattack. In this way, the unfortunate troll did not even have a chance to fight back, and only less than one-third of his health was left.
I only let him hastily cast two small instant spells, and I cornered this dirty axe necrophile. He struggled to get out of the temple gate and call for help, but I was prepared. I stabbed him in the back with a "thrust". He died without even a grunt, and his soul immediately attached to me and became part of my power.
If you think about it carefully, this is actually a bit ironic. He is a Dirty Axe "necromancer", but his own soul is destined to never be summoned by anyone again.
So far, my actions have been going very smoothly. The flag of the Dirty Axe Troll Tribe is inserted diagonally in front of me. I can pull it out of my hand as long as I stretch my arm. But I know that this is the moment when I am closest to success, but also the moment when I am closest to danger. If I make a mistake in judgment and the action plan I designed is not as successful as I imagined, then I will face the same situation as Exaggerated Crying, facing dozens of angry trolls alone. I am not a skywalker who can be resurrected countless times. If I die under the siege of these ugly guys, my life will end here and there. Nothing in this world will be connected to my soul anymore.
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but shrink back in my heart: Do I really want to do this and use my only life to verify a risky hypothesis? At this moment, I still have a chance to give up. Maybe... maybe after a while, I can ask my friends to help me and complete this job transfer task with me - just like we helped the beautiful elf female tamer Yan Zhen.
As I watched the two groups of patrolling Dirty Axe Trolls gradually moving away from the temple, for a moment, I was really shaken. I just wanted to give up this adventure immediately, escape from the troll camp in disgrace, and return to my original peaceful and safe life.
I looked at the troll's flag again. The blood-red color of the fangs on the flag was dripping, like a grinning mouth, laughing at me contemptuously.
Am I a coward? I asked myself. When I saw this peaceful and beautiful mountain village being swept by these bloodthirsty ugly ghosts and turned into broken tiles and ruins, when I heard that all the villagers in this village were slaughtered and no one survived, when I saw the statue of the Supreme God being overturned to the ground and the noble and pure faith being ruthlessly trampled, did I not feel angry?
I am a warrior, one who should use his blood and body to resist cruelty and protect the weak. If I indulge in evil deeds and forget about the earnest entrustment of others because of fear of death, what is the meaning of my existence?
People should not give up their souls easily and squander their lives on meaningless adventures; but sometimes, there are always some things that require us to risk our lives and take huge risks to complete. Yes, I am not like my friends who have a tough life with countless opportunities. Compared with them, I may be weak. However, this is not a reason for me to fear difficulties and rely on them for my life.
No matter how powerful your friends are, they cannot replace your own life. There are many things in this world that we should face alone!
Standing in front of the troll tribe's flag, I calmed myself down again, tried to even out my breathing, and wiped the sweat from my right palm onto my pants. The troll sentinels had already walked to both sides of the village, which was the farthest point on their patrol path; the closest trolls to me were the two trolls standing at the door of the barn, and it would take them at least fifteen seconds to get here, so I had to finish everything during this time.
Reaching out, pulling out flags, running, the green magic alarm flames shot up into the sky, covering the entire village in a bleak color. The long-faced and fanged trolls were attracted by the alarm again. They held sharp blades and had ferocious faces, and they looked like they would definitely make any foreign thief who stole the symbol of the tribe pay with blood.
