The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

Werther looked excitedly. He didn't think that little red turtle could withstand the troll's trampling.

But after three seconds.

The dull giant suddenly made a scream of "Gurulu".

Under the gaze of the three humans, it suddenly lifted its foot to cover it, and one foot jumped up like a rabbit.

→Looking at the cold sweat and constant screams, it seems that it really hurts!

→ There is a blood-red spherical depression in the center of the sole of its right foot.

But the pot that was stepped **** the foot, but casually drilled out of the hole like a tentacle head: "Bahhhhhh!"

"Roar!"

The giant monster that was provoked and humiliated, his eyes gradually overflowed with blood-like red.

Thick and long blue tendons bulged on both sides of the corners of the eyes.

The look in Hu Hu's eyes gradually became wrong.

Without Witte’s command, the monster suddenly raised its extremely long arms, squeezed its two huge fists fiercely, and then jumped and fell to the ground in an arch. The upper body bends down, and both fists hammer down. !

"boom!"

The kettle bounced again by the hammer.

But it only shrinks its shell very fast, and there is hardly a trace of scratches on the red tortoise shell.

Witt and Robert off the court, have they ever witnessed such a degree of violence so close?

Robert was already stunned, completely forgetting the duties of the referee.

Werther was a little better, but he was still too surprised to speak.

He only knows that this is its monster!

Powerful, reliable and invincible trolls!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The monster never stopped, hammering at the pot again and again!

Only Duck on the front can see that the lower edge of its palm is already abnormally red and swollen.

But it is completely different from the previous state of screaming because of the severe pain. At this moment, the troll seems to be in a slight violent state?

In this slight violent state, it obviously lost its pain, and it was doing useless work over and over again.

Yes.

The brave and invincible giant in Werther's field of vision was only a small cerebral palsy in Duck's field of vision.

Obviously the pot is so small and light, and the attack is still 0. Isn't it good to grab it and throw it?

Why have to hammer?

But after all, being a troll known for being stupid is justified.

Dark looked calmly.

He learned from the textbook that the offensive and defensive values ​​displayed on the magic wizard card can be used as a reference, but it is only a reference.

Each kind of magic wizard will have different offensive and defensive values ​​according to its own situation, every part and every attack method.

Just like a pot turtle, it has a hard shell that can truly reach the limit of 2200 defense, but its body is quite fragile.

Even if it is a shell, not every place has a 2,200 defense.

Every powerful magician knows the true situation of his own magical elves well, and is good at showing their strongest points in battle.

Now, under the beating of the giant monster, Hu Hu's defense strength was revealed bit by bit.

After a full minute of continuous hammering.

The pot is still safe and sound.

But instead of being discouraged, the trolls became more manic.

"Enough, troll! Use your hand, grab it!"

Witte, who was immersed in ecstasy, finally calmed down after a full minute.

He quickly issued the best instruction he could think of.

Hearing the command, the monster stiffened on the spot for half a second, and then pushed his swollen palm apart and slapped it down!

"The power is divided equally."

Dark's voice finally sounded.

The small pot, who was passively beaten for more than a minute, immediately opened his sharp eyes.

When the palm of the giant monster fell, the power between the two sides had been completely evenly divided.

Afterwards, Hu Hu lifted a jio up, successfully blocking the giant monster's big hand slap!

The picture freezes at this moment.

Quite a taste of holding the sky with one hand.

The giant monster "huh, huh," panted hard, and his face became more and more ugly.

"Troll, give up..."

Witte saw that the giant monster really seemed to have nothing to do with the pot, and immediately ordered it to perform its nirvana [slaying].

But this time, the giant monster suddenly turned around and stared at its owner fiercely with blood-red eyes, and the ferocious aura had already escaped uncontrollably.

Witte's heart was cold, his tone stagnated, and the order was interrupted.

Duck over there asked lightly: "Gothe, does your troll have a rage-like skill?"

"Furious? No, I'm just a blue..."

Witte raised his hand, his face suddenly changed.

The [Troll] Magic Card, which originally exuded blue brilliance, was surrounded by a purple halo at some unknown time.

And in the information he gave back after injecting magic power, it happened to have the skill of "rage"!

"not good!"

His heart suddenly slowed by half a beat.

That monster is already completely violent!

"Roar--"

I saw it spread its arms with a terrifying face, and its mouth widened suddenly, revealing a jagged and sharp fangs.

Then suddenly turned his head to look at Robert who was standing on the side of the field.

Perhaps it is the nature of creatures to bully the soft and fear the hard.

Even the trolls who had fallen into complete [rage] were keenly spotting the weakest Robert.

I'm afraid Robert couldn't think of it. He was just standing on the sidelines as a referee, which would be a disaster.

He showed fear, and finally pulled out his [Magic Beast: Fortress] from the card bag, but his lips trembled, and he couldn't even perform the usual summoning spells.

But the troll will not give him extra time.

The huge black shadow obscured Robert's vision, his pupils spread rapidly, and he was completely shocked by the **** vicious atmosphere after the troll raging, and he couldn't even escape.

"Vy, Werther..."

He leaned against the wall, almost crying.

"Don't be afraid, Robert, I will take it back!"

Witte vigorously shakes the magic card of [Troll], trying to take the troll back into the card.

But his call was not answered.

The troll waved his hand and grabbed Robert in his hand.

But when it was about to throw Robert out, Destiny's heel was caught.

The little one's jug was like lifting a car with a jack, and a little jio lifted the heel of the giant monster.

As soon as the troll's body became unbalanced, it bumped its head against the wall in the process of leaning forward.

Robert found that the fingers that grabbed him had been released, and quickly fled out.

But it happened to cross with Duck.

Dark looked at the troll with interest, and suddenly thought that this might not be the script that prompted the three to form friends in the first part of "Harry Potter".

And he himself, instead of Emma, ​​is standing in the script of this model (copy) imitated (strike)?

But he shook his head quickly.

This should be a normal world, and there is no so-called "dramatic inertia". Everyone's destiny is in his own hands.

This situation is probably just a small coincidence.

Relying on the "power trick" incarnation of the 2200-attack Hercules' pot, grabbed the toe of the troll.

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