arcane emperor

Chapter 109: The Lord is a bit arrogant (3 updates)
The interior of Troll Valley is surprisingly wide.

In the middle of the valley is a gentle river.

On both sides of the river bank, there are lush grasslands and dense reeds.

Occasionally, there are sparse groves and shrubs dotted, which under the bright sunshine give people a sense of a paradise.

Field looked at the valley in front of him with confusion. His mind was filled with the beauty of this flat valley that had been reclaimed and filled with wheat fields and rice fields.

"Build a castle for the lord in the middle, with more than a dozen small villages dotted around it, and build a pass at the entrance of the valley..."

The old village chief had a beautiful thought, but he couldn't help but frown when he thought of the dangerous creatures he encountered along the way.

Click!

The yellowed fangs bit open the bones and sucked the marrow, making a "sizzling" sound.

The strong smell of blood made this troll feel fierce in his heart. His red eyes were filled with hatred, and he growled slightly unconsciously.

It stared at the mountain stream in front of it warily, and shrank its legs slightly!
Even though the wound had healed, the troll felt a dull pain there, and the terrifying feeling of having his bones broken deeply by a terrible wooden stick was deeply imprinted in its mind.

Crushing the bones like gnashing teeth, the troll was just about to enjoy the rest of the wild boar meal when a dark shadow hit him in the face.

The troll didn't take it seriously at first, but soon severe pain came from his face. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed it. The twisted and slippery feeling from his fingertips made him feel unspeakable fear in his heart.

Tide-like pain instantly surrounded the troll, and a rapid sound of breaking through the air was vaguely heard.

puff!

The last sound the troll heard was the sound of broken bones as its head was pierced.

"Ding, you kill a troll, gain 50 experience points, and gain skill value x 1."

Putting down his staff, Matthew ignored the curious glances of the adventurers and said directly in a clear voice:

"Keep going!"

He is not here to capture the trolls, and will not do such unnecessary things. Making money is just a means, completing tasks and improving strength is the purpose.

Alice glanced at him subconsciously, nodded naturally, and made a forward gesture to everyone.

Beelzebub, who was leading the team from the front, glanced at the fallen body of the troll with lingering fear.

The remaining corrosive liquid from Ma Youfu's acid arrow was still working, corroding the head bit by bit to reveal the dense white bones.

Even though he was confident of killing a troll quickly, he had no confidence in blocking Matthew's "quick" spell attack!

The adventurers who passed by also saw the tragic situation of the trolls, and recalled the majesty and mystery of the spell caster.

Moreover, they have received the news that this mysterious spellcaster is the commander of the team, and they must obey most of his orders.

Although some people felt pity, they only dared to whisper in their hearts.

With a sudden show of force, Matthew looked at the rest of the team and found that they didn't complain too much and showed good professionalism.

This time, Matthew called the adventurers just to see their growth rate.

If the adventurers can't keep up with their growth rate, Matthew will have to find a way!

Of course, Matthew is definitely not abandoning them, but letting them grow up faster.

They might pay something!
But overall, it must be a good thing.

The adventurers in Alice's team are all very capable.

Their average level has reached level 5.

There are also 8 mid-level professionals, and the captain Alice is a level 9 ranger.

Judging from the data display, Matthew knew that she was not far away from entering the high-level.

"Perhaps, we can find a way to recruit her..." Just as Matthew was thinking, a few crisp bird calls suddenly came from the distance.

The team immediately stopped moving forward, waiting for news from the wanderers in front.

Alice walked over quickly without any intention of exploring the face under Matthew's cloak, and reported the exploration in a low voice:
"Three ogres were discovered ahead. We are almost close to our destination."

Rubbing the staff, Matthew looked at the remaining 230 mana points and whispered an order:

"Surround them and prepare to annihilate them all."

Alice looked at Matthew in surprise. Alice didn't say much, but was a little strange.

The overall style of the bay collar is usually more robust.

The Gulf Territory did not rush forward with the development of the dark forest, but only collected some resources.

In terms of sporadic battles, the old village chief Field has set an example, avoiding frontal battles as much as possible and advocating safer long-range attacks and traps.

However, once the spellcasters of the Bay Territory join the battle, everything seems to change.

Looking back on the collective battle with the trolls that day, many adventurers still felt unbelievable.

Today’s mysterious spellcaster seems to be like this again!
"Could it be that they are particularly confident in fighting?"

"Or do you mean that they already know all the information about the enemy and have prepared the corresponding back-up plan?"

Such an idea just flashed through Alice's mind, and she began to make arrangements.

The rogues surrounded the battlefield as usual to prevent new enemies from emerging in the middle of the process, thus causing an accident.

The rangers are the second layer of peripheral defense. If the close combat is unfavorable, they will assist.

If an enemy breaks in unexpectedly, they are the main force to delay.

The remaining 20 or so melee professionals moved toward the ogre to surround them.

The adult ogre, who was experienced in combat, sensed something was wrong and let out a roar of dissatisfaction, demonstrating his strength and ownership of his territory.

Unfortunately, they met the wrong opponent this time!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
More than a dozen crossbow arrows came in a volley, and the ogre, who had no combat experience in this area, was immediately hit by the thick and long crossbow arrows.

There was an ogre on the spot who was hit in the chest by three crossbow arrows and fell to the ground screaming.

The moment he fell to the ground, a bright magic missile flew towards him and hit his head accurately.

puff!

Instant burst!

Flesh and blood was scattered everywhere!
The severe pain made the remaining two ogres howl endlessly.

They have extremely rich combat experience and extremely strong will to fight.

Not only did he not run away, but he ran towards the location where the crossbow arrow was fired.

Another wave of experience arrived, and Matthew did not act rashly.

He signaled the soldiers to stop firing their crossbows and asked Beelzebub to lead the team up to try their hand.

We need to first see what the ogre's melee combat capabilities are and collect more detailed information in order to avoid threats in the next battle and formulate a more appropriate combat plan.

Beelzebub found an ogre, took the initiative to chop down the axe, and collided with the thick wooden stick he was swinging.

boom!
Beelzebub took two steps back and made a deep dent in the ground. The ogre opposite him fell to the ground in a panic, and a section of the thick wooden stick in his hand was cut off.

They also have extraordinary powers, but Beelzebub is even more skilled!
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(End of this chapter)