Accurate and fast within seven steps

Chapter 103 Someone Has Killed Crazy
Chen Mo didn't pay attention to the dilapidated farmhouse at the side at first, but someone muttered that the house seemed to have been smashed. After Chen Mo heard it, he remembered that there seemed to be three trolls here.

"Gandalf, my witcher badge is vibrating, which means there must be evil creatures here!"

"Aren't you a hunter? Why did you become a demon hunter again?"

Gandalf was about to vomit, and when he turned his head, he saw Chen Mo squatting beside the dilapidated farmhouse, carefully observing the clues of the scene.

"Selent, what did you find?"

Bilbo looked at the serious Chen Mo, and became interested, and asked.

"I found the footprints of the murderer, 46 yards in size. The distance between the footprints is very large, indicating that the murderer is very tall. There are traces of a stick-shaped object touching the ground beside the footprints, indicating that the opponent may be holding a spear. It may also be a crutch! Taken together, the murderer is a dangerous person with a height of nearly two meters and a weapon in his hand!"

Chen Mo said very firmly.

"Uh, are you talking about Gandalf?"

The more Bilbo heard it, the more familiar it became, and when he raised his head, he saw Gandalf standing in front of them with a grim expression.

"That's the footprints I just walked!"

Gandalf muttered a few words angrily, and the surrounding dwarves burst into bursts of intense laughter.

"Ha, Gandalf has turned into an evil creature!"

Fili, the dwarf with a braided beard, laughed loudly as he tapped his little brother's arm. Even Sorin, who had been sullenly, couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth. At this moment, his gaze It was Bilbo Baggins who turned to the side, perhaps because of telepathy, Bilbo also looked at Thorin, their eyes met, and they quickly moved away.

When everyone was almost laughing, Gandalf also finished surveying the scene. Unlike the half-baked Chen Mo, he was a real expert and recognized the culprit who destroyed the house at a glance.

"It's a troll!"

"But why are there trolls here?"

Gandalf looked at the surrounding environment. Generally speaking, trolls squat in the mountains as homeboys, but now

"Isn't darkness approaching? It's normal for all kinds of monsters to come out to act as monsters! Let's go and fight them?"

Chen Mo was already picking out the gun, and because he was worried that it might not be powerful enough, he directly took out the Holy Light Judgment. The strong holy light energy spread all over the gun body, and Gandalf grumbled at the sight of the platinum and gold painting.

"We still have to hurry, so let's not make trouble!"

"How can this be done, Gandalf, I thought you, as a grey-robed wizard who rescued the suffering, would definitely speak some brilliant words, but I didn't expect you to be such a person. Trolls are active here, and the scourge is those who have no hands. Ordinary people with the power to bind chickens..."

"Stop talking, let's eliminate harm for the people!"

Gandalf, who felt tired, could say nothing but raised his staff to lead the way.

The troll's cave is not far away. After climbing the mountain for about ten minutes, the daredevil team saw three ugly humanoid creatures about three meters high, hairless, and ugly, squatting in a sheltered mountain, surrounding a pot of unhealthy food. The soup who knows what is cooking is lively and chatting.

"It seems that they are the ones who attacked the farmers. We want to..."

Gandalf was preparing an attack plan when he saw Chen Mo standing on the rock swaggeringly, raising all his weapons.

After a single shot, the three trolls were unharmed, but the cauldron they used to cook the soup was broken and its contents spilled all over the floor.

No one thought that Chen Mo's first shot would hit someone else's job first, but after seeing the bones flowing out with the soup, Gandalf suddenly realized.

The three ogre brothers didn't realize what happened because they didn't have enough brains. It wasn't until several seconds later that they stood up crying and howling like dead horses, and looked at the culprit.

"Who ruined our dinner!"

Then the three unlucky guys standing in a row ate the neat guns.

The bullet infused with the power of the Holy Light directly shattered the ogre's entire head, and the three headless corpses spurted out a large amount of blood like a fountain, and then fell backwards in unison.

"It's done!"

Chen Mo turned the gun to unload the bullet gracefully, then inserted the rifle back into the custom-made holster on his back, and clapped his hands, looking extraordinarily sunny and confident.

"Well, I thought, maybe this expedition, we can relax a little bit?"

"Is this the hunter?"

The dwarves were still discussing, but they saw that Chen Mo had already walked towards the ogre's cave, and at some point there was an extra crowbar in his hand.

"Selent, what are you doing?"

"The monsters are all finished, of course they are picked up and dropped!"

Chen Mo waved his hand, calling everyone to come and dig treasures. It doesn't matter how much money you have, the main reason is that he enjoys the process of opening treasure chests.

The cave of the trolls is not very deep, and there are a lot of animal furs, which should be their trophies. In line with the principle of not wasting, Chen Mo also let the dwarves take them all away. As for the unpleasant smell, he can only wash it more. I've done it several times, after all, fur is considered hard currency this year, and the dwarves in the Death Squad all paid their wives' money, so it's a little bit of savings.

Chen Mo, who was walking in the front, rummaged through the mess and threw all the coins to the dwarves.

"Divide it into fourteen shares, we'll just divide it equally!"

The dwarf holding the box counted the heads, then asked back.

"But there are fifteen of us, Serente!"

"It's okay, Gandalf is not a human being, so don't give him any points!"

When Chen Mo turned his head, he saw Gandalf glaring at him with his staff.

"Uh, actually, I'm doing this for your own good, Gandalf, you are a wizard, you can't interfere with your practice because of external things, you care so much about external things, how can you be a white robe in the future?"

"Hmph, the gray robe is pretty good, I can't afford to lose my share!"

What Gandalf said was righteous. As a wizard, he is neither greedy for money nor lustful. He just likes to smoke some cigarettes and drink some wine. He is not interested in the wealth of the Lonely Mountain, but he must fight for the loot of the trolls!

As for the gray robes and white robes that Chen Mo mentioned, they are all foreign objects. A mature and upright wizard in gray robes doesn’t care whether he is wearing a gray robe or not. Unlike some people who think that wearing a white robe is great, go crazy In the future, when the big leader above speaks, let me see how you still wear your white robe!
When Gandalf reminded himself that he should guard against arrogance and impetuosity as a gray robe and continue to work hard, there was another exclamation from the front. Gandalf, who thought he had encountered a monster, rushed to help, but saw Chen Mo holding two big swords in front of him. Send it blindly.

"What are you doing again?"

"Isn't this the blade storm that every wizard knows?"

(End of this chapter)