When he arrived at the logging field, Anthony was almost shot through by the tense crossbower.

"Wait!" As soon as I got out of the woods, Anthony heard a man exclaiming, followed by a trigger, and a crossbow arrow nailed to the three-centimeter trunk on the left side of Anthony's head. "You idiot! That's Drake! You almost killed him!"

"Shut up!" The crossbowman looked coldly at Anthony who had walked out of the woods, and continued to lower his head and arrow the crossbow.

Five people were missing, Anthony could tell at a glance, but what surprised him was that Longjack was still alive.

"Broken one leg." The big man lying on the ground said as Anthony approached, "It seems that my number is useless and I have to level up again."

"Those are later things. We need every hand now." Anthony walked past him with a gloomy face and came to the fire. Everyone except the crossbower who almost killed him was watching him.

"You won't want to continue planning, right?" Although Longjak asked, his tone seemed to be completely expected.

"There is no better chance than now," said Anthony. Before the others could say anything, the roar of the monster came from a distance, and everyone fell into silence again.

"It's coming." A player holding a long axe said in a trembling voice. Anthony remembered that he was the first to rush towards the troll. He was still alive, and he was so lucky, and Anthony thought as he looked at him.

"Put the torch all around the ground!" Anthony whispered in the voice of the team, "Everyone else goes to the surrounding woods to make an ambush! Remember, attack its eyes and legs, blind it or knock it down and we have a chance of winning!"

The others did not answer, but silently followed his instructions to insert the torch in his hand into the soil in the open space. The flames dispelled the darkness, but the surrounding woods were still silent in the darkness, and the horses began to restless. Anthony took out a bottle of strong wine from his "backpack" and threw it directly into the fire where the fire had begun to weaken. The sound of the bottle breaking came from the fire, and the flames immediately rushed up. Then he picked up the fire from the pile of fire on one side and threw it in.

"Are you serious?" Longjak, not far away, climbed up from the ground and used the long-handled warhammer in his hand as a crutch.

"Instead of asking such questions, it is better to find a place to hide and take refuge." Anthony checked the items in his backpack, and then quickly walked towards the piled supplies box. The tar pot was a little insufficient.

"We have lost half of our manpower." Longjak whispered in the team's voice. At their current distance, they can only shout, which is undoubtedly a dangerous behavior.

"It should be half of our opponents left," Anthony took out the tar pot next to the supply box and stuffed it into his "backpack". "And there is only one opponent. We don't know if the monsters that appear next will still appear alone."

"Maybe we can go back and call more people?" a player asked in the team's voice.

"Maybe the one who waits for us when we come back is an army of trolls," Anthony said gloomy. "These things are not brainless beasts. They know how to ambush us and how to use 'weapons'. We can no longer underestimate them. We must treat them as opponents of the same level."

No one refuted him. "Be ready, that thing is coming soon." One player said, and everyone else heard the sound of trees breaking and heavy footsteps. They all quickly left the range of the fire and sneaked into the shadow.

Anthony came to Longjak's side, "Do you want to help?" Anthony asked, and directly put Longjak's arm on his shoulder.

"Send me to the stable." Longjack said calmly, "I can only fight on horseback."

"Can you still fight?" Anthony was surprised, but still helped him towards the stable.

"It's OK, but you need your help to tie me up right away." Longjak replied.

"I still have some bandages that should be able to tie you right away." Anthony nodded and said.

But things were much more troublesome than Anthony thought. It took a lot of effort to hold the big man in chain mail onto his war horse. Just as he helped to fix Longjack with a bandage, a voice in the team said nervously, "Come!" Anthony quickly stuffed the torch back into his "backpack" and put out the flames. He looked at the open space in the middle of the logging field. A sound of rubbing the bark came from the trees on the edge of the logging field, and the leaves were rustling, and then a bush was stepped on by the giant monster's thick feet.

The behemoth half of his body was burnt out and pushed down a tree, squeezed out a path from the woods. It took heavy steps to walk into the edge of the fire, and its round little head looked around, and its head was charred, so that Anthony almost couldn't find its round little eyes.

"You'd better hurry up." Longjack whispered.

"I know." Anthony continued to have a bandage to fix Longjack on his saddle. At this time, the monster continued to walk forward, its little head constantly looking around, and an uprooted tree was dragged into his hand.

If anyone came forward rashly at this moment, they would definitely be smashed to pieces? Anthony swallowed while thinking. Suddenly he found that the trunk in the giant's hand seemed to be stained with blood. Could it be... the tree that was thrown before?

Suddenly, a sound of pulling the trigger came from the darkness. A short crossbow arrow cut through the air and nailed it directly to the monster's little head. Its huge body fell to the right as if it was shaken by this small crossbow arrow. This arrow made everyone hold their breath.

"Surrendered?!" A player asked nervously in the team's voice.

"That's it! Don't look at who I am!" The crossbower shouted proudly in the team's voice, "Report to the boss, you have poked the monster in one eye!"

"Top the tar pot!" Without waiting for other players to answer, Anthony shouted in the team's voice, "Continue to light it!" While giving orders, Anthony threw the tar pot in his hand, and then he took out the crossbow from his backpack. Although he didn't use this thing often, this was the best choice at this moment.

After a second reaction time, An Jing, who was hiding in the dark, threw out the tar pots that had been prepared for a long time. The fragile inferior clay pots shattered easily when they hit the monster. The sticky black tar covered the monster's large body surface. Then, without waiting for Anthony to give an order, a lit crossbow arrow shot at the giant monster. The flames ignited instantly, and the giant monster sank into the flames again.

"Go to die! Monster!" Another player roared and threw out the oil pot. The tar pot exploded in the flames, and the burning tar layered on the monster's body. At this time, the monster finally reacted. It roared and waved the tree trunk in its hand. The fire was swept to the ground by it. Then it raised the torch to step on the torch at its feet. However, the offensive in the dark did not end. One tar pot after another was thrown on it, igniting all the parts that were not burning.

The arrow shot by Anthony was nailed to the monster, and then a burning mud shell peeled off. Suddenly another crossbow arrow was nailed to the monster's head. The monster danced violently and rushed towards the direction of the crossbow arrow. The thick trunk directly hit the old logging field that was already shaking. With a terrifying loud noise, the long-standing building finally collapsed halfway.

"Be careful!" a voice shouted, and then a player's avatar in the team panel darkened. The first one was to lose.

The monster did not stop there. He continued to wave the trunk in his hand and smashed the woodworking workshop that had not yet reached his entire logging field. The sound of the wood being broken was endless.

"Come out of it!" a man shouted in the voice of the team.

"I can't get out! My legs are stuck with wood!" the crossbower shouted in despair, but his voice caused the burning monster to smash the logging field even more violently.

After Anthony released the second arrow, he saw a shadow around the monster. Then the figure raised the battle axe in his hand and chopped it behind the monster's feet. The monster's legs were like cylinders, and it was difficult to tell where the connection between its soles and legs was. However, the axe still cut through the mud shell of the burning monster. The axe blade cut through its thick skin and injured its flesh and bones.

The axe seemed to be stuck in the monster's legs. The player decisively gave up his weapon and began to pull it back. The monster roared and turned around, and the player turned his head and began to escape.

"Don't run away in a straight line! Be careful of the giant monsters throwing the trunks!" Anthony shouted as he placed an arrow on the crossbow.

But before the man could react, the giant monster had already turned the trunk in his hand towards him. The trunk that flew horizontally directly knocked him to the ground and pressed him on his body. His blood volume instantly bottomed out, but he was not dead yet. "Support him!" Longjack shouted and drove the war horse. The war horse first resisted that he was unwilling to lean towards the direction of the monster, but under the whip that Longjack had beaten desperately, it still surrendered. The war horse neighed and rushed towards the direction of the monster, while the monster just dragged his injured leg towards the trunk, completely ignoring the running war horse.

When the monster approached the trunk, Longjak roared to attract its attention, but the monster raised its uninjured leg and stomped on the trunk of the player. The player let out a short wail and died, followed by a terrifying crushing sound. The second person was given.

"Bastard!" Longjack roared and raised the hammer in his hand, passing behind the monster, and the anvil-shaped war hammer hit the back of the monster's head. With a burst of rupture, the burning mud shell fragments peeled off. After the war horse passed by the monster, the monster also grabbed the trunk on the ground and waved it behind him, but only the roots of the tree barely rubbed across Longjack's flying cloak.

Two more oil pots hit the monster's body, and the flames became stronger and stronger. The monster roared and threw out the trunk in his hand again. The thick trunk hit the fragmented logging field workshop. The building collapsed in a terrifying creaking and shrill scream, stirring up a large area of ​​dust, and at the same time crushed the crossbower hiding in it. The third person was attributable.

The giant monster that had thrown away the trunk turned to Longjak's direction. Longjak also turned his horse's head and rushed towards the giant monster with a roar. The monster roared and opened its thick and short arms, as if it wanted to catch Longjak and his horse. Longjak also raised the battlefield fearlessly and roared at the burning giant monster.

Anthony, who was aiming with breath, pulled the trigger, and the short crossbow arrow directly nailed the back of the monster's head that had just been smashed by Longjack. The giant monster staggered forward, and Longjack's warhammer also arrived at this time. The sharp end of the anvil-shaped warhammer viciously hit the monster's intact eye. With the monster's shrill roar, its second eye was also poked blind.

But before the players could cheer, the monster opened its arms and hugged Longjak tightly, while Longjak hit the monster with his own and horses, and the severely damaged monster fell backwards. The bandage used to fix Longjak was torn off, and the burned tar rubbed against the war horse. The burned war horse desperately wanted to escape, so he left his master and ran over the monster, rushed into the dark woods with flames, while Longjak was held in his arms by the monster.

The monster's huge power and the burning flames made the fearless barbarian warrior scream, and then the monster held him and fell to the ground. "Go and save the boss!" A player roared and picked up his iron spear and rushed out. The remaining few other players rushed up. Anthony also leaned forward while arching the crossbow. Longjak's health in the team panel was decreasing sharply.

But when the first player rushed over, Longjak's health had already reached zero, but the monster still held his body and refused to let go. His thick arms were tightly blocked, and the sound of bone rupture was endless.

"Bastard!" The warrior roared and raised the iron spear in his hand and stabbed it into the monster's head. The iron spear stabbed into the monster's open mouth. The monster's roar turned into a vague wail. Then it let go of Longjak's body in his arms and reached out to grab the iron spear that pierced its mouth. The player decisively let go of the hand holding the iron fist, bent down to pick up Longjak's bloody war hammer, and smashed it towards the monster's head. Each hit was accompanied by the monster's howling.

The monster pulled out the blood-stained iron spear and threw it aside. Then it reached out to grab the player who was hitting it with a war hammer, but the player skillfully avoided its short hand, so it could only reach out to protect its head, while trying to turn over and get up.

"Don't let it turn over!" Anthony shouted, and then two players holding long spears rushed over and held the monster tightly to prevent it from turning over. The monster's hands and feet were so short that it could not get up from the ground when it was leaning against the sky, so it could only turn over first. So as long as it knocked it down and then fixed it to turn over, it could subdue the monster.

Anthony stepped forward and shot another crossbow arrow at its head at close range. The crossbow arrow nailed into its skull and made the monster roar and struggle. It almost turned over. The guns and halberds in the hands of the two players made a squeak and became curved, but fortunately it did not break.

"Stop attacking the head!" Anthony said, throwing away the crossbow in his hand, "breaking the bones in its joints and destroying it first!"

The player holding the warhammer did not answer silently, but still obeyed Anthony's only smashed at the monster's short hand. Just as the monster used his hands to protect his head, the mud shell on its arm had been knocked off, but several consecutive hits did not take effect. The monster's thick skin resisted most of the impact. So the player simply threw away the warhammer, took out a battle axe from the "backpack", and slashed at the monster's hand. The monster wailed and started a new round of struggle. Two players who used long-handled weapons to fix the monster's monster gritted their teeth and tried their best to stop it. Their feet left a series of pedal marks on the ground.

Anthony's strength points were not enough to make him pick up the heavy hammer, so he picked up the slightly bent iron spear from the ground that had just pierced the monster's mouth.

He walked to the monster's injured leg, raised the iron spear and knocked off the mud shell on his leg. The shell had been burned and turned black. The flames had already been extinguished but smoke was still emitting. The shell was like a pottery, easily smashed by the iron spear. Then Anthony raised the iron spear and stabbed it hard at the leg.

Because the power was not strong enough, the iron spear did not pierce the giant's legs at once, but the severe pain caused it to struggle more and more.

The trolls and roars of the monsters kept ringing in the darkness, and the woods in the darkness around them were dead silent. The birds had escaped here at some point.

...

Joel watched the fire in the fireplace dancing on the charred charcoal, which was the only source of light in the room, and there were unknown herbs burning inside to dispel the cold below and the musty smell in the room. On the only two chairs in the room were the old woman and Hemi, while Kadiya sat uneasily on the stone bed of the restroom woman. The house was located behind a thick black iron wood door deep in the tomb. The inside was a completely different world from the outside, and the outside was a cold and dark catacomb. Inside the room was a wooden house decorated in the southern aristocratic style. The chairs were carved with patterns and cushions, and on the walls were smoked black tapestries and a gorgeously mounted painting with an oil painting of a city built of white stone; but apart from these gorgeous decorations, the only thing that seemed simple in the room was the bed, which was a stone bed.

"I don't believe in any prophecy." Joel lied to look at the flames. Then he turned around and looked at the old woman sitting peacefully on the wooden chair with soft cushions. "I don't believe in you either."

"I will never hurt anyone." The old woman replied indignantly.

"Everyone can say such words," Joel walked to Hemi's side. He looked down and saw her holding her skirt uneasily. "I said, I don't believe you, I don't even know your name. Who are you?"

"You can call Nanan." The old woman replied.

"Madam Nanan, is that prophecy true? Will there be disaster in Jinhu Lake?" Kadiya, who was sitting next to the stone bed, asked nervously. Joel saw her shaking her feet uneasy, "Is there any way to stop it? I can tell my father that he will definitely help you."

This is the most troublesome thing, your father will only hang us. Joel sighed secretly, "No, there will be no disaster, you don't have to tell anyone about this."

"Yes, kid," the old woman and Joel's opinion on this matter, "we will find a solution to this matter without telling anyone. The fewer people we know before, the better."

"So what is the disaster?" Kadiya asked anxiously, "I have to know this, please tell me!"

The old woman was silent for a moment, while Joel showed an impatient look. At this time, Hemi spoke.

"First," Hemi whispered, and everyone in the room held their breath, except Joel, "and then the roar between the valleys."

"Hermi?" Joel reached out and shook her shoulders gently, but she did not respond.

"The tree rain fell from the sky, and then disaster came..." Her voice became cold and ethereal, and Joel became more and more uneasy.

"Hermi?" Joel squatted down in front of her. Joel saw her eyes half closed and half open, and then the dim light saw that her pupils seemed to have lost their focus.

"Fire...blister...stone tower collapses...and then...it comes..."

Joel reached out and touched her forehead. Even through the bandage, he could feel her skin getting hot. "What's wrong with her?" Kadiya asked nervously.

"Quiet!" Sister Nanan ordered sternly, and Kadiya obediently covered her mouth.

"Save her..." Joel saw her eyes shining again.

"Please... save her..."
Chapter completed!