The Wizarding Age

Haisen plane.

This is a troll tribe located in the continuous forest deep in the mountains.

The war has just ended, and the vampire troops from afar are quickly clearing the battlefield.

Mary flapped her bat wings and hovered in the air. There were countless troll corpses piled up on a huge stone square below her.

These trolls are nearly 3 meters tall, with indigo skin, thick hair, two long fangs sticking out of their lips, and red hair on their heads. They are all very strong and sturdy, with particularly slender hands and feet. The weapons they use are sharpened wooden spears and a strange dart.

Of course, these weapons are poisoned!

A paralytic toxin extracted from plants, a tablespoon of the toxin can easily knock down an adult violent elephant.

But unfortunately, such poisoned weapons are almost harmless to vampires!

Mary floated in the air, casually throwing down a completely shrunken and withered troll warrior corpse, wiping off a trace of pale green blood stains from the corner of her mouth, and slowly began to scan the lifeless troll camp.

And the wounds on her body began to slowly close and heal under the lingering blood...

In order to eliminate this group of trolls as soon as possible, Mary and Thoros rushed into the troll camp from the beginning of the war, and then chopped down the feather god statue erected in the center of the stone square with an almost insulting attitude. This time, they completely angered the entire troll tribe.

All the trolls, whether they were professional troll warriors or ordinary troll women and children, came out of wooden houses, sheds, and grass nests like crazy, and attacked the two frantically.

And Mary and Thoros stood in the center of the stone square, enduring waves of crazy troll attacks. As for the vampire troops they brought, they were scattered around, hiding in dark corners and quickly destroying the lone trolls.

Ordinary vampires are too fragile after all!

Their thin bodies cannot support thick and heavy metal armor, so all vampires wear smooth silk robes in order not to affect their agile figures.

Such clothes are obviously unable to resist the attacks of trolls with powerful and majestic power, so in order to reduce the casualties of the vampires, Mary, the blood master, can only go into battle in person, bringing Thoros to attract the attention of all trolls to the two of them.

After all, Mary and Thoros have reached level 3, and have strange blood-sucking attack capabilities, which can draw some power from the blood flowing from the enemy's body. This also makes them have almost infinite combat energy.

However, even so, the trolls' sharp spears and the whistling metal darts still left them both scarred, and their injuries are constantly accumulating.

The most difficult thing about the trolls is not their strong physique, but their terrifyingly tenacious vitality.

No matter if they have broken limbs or a big hole in their chest or abdomen, as long as their heads are not chopped off, they can continue to attack ferociously.

In terms of comprehensive quality alone, adult trolls, regardless of gender, are qualified warriors. Their physical fitness has reached the standard of level 1 creatures, and coupled with their spirit of fighting without hesitation and fighting until their lives are over, their strength is no less than that of ordinary level 2 creatures.

Even those elderly, weak, women and children with slightly weaker strength have extremely strong offensive aspirations and fighting skills.

If they are scattered into the mountains and forests to fight guerrilla warfare, it will be difficult to wipe them out even if the vampire team expands tenfold. Therefore, in order to solve this troll camp with 300 trolls at one time, Mary can only use herself as bait to tie the enemy to the center of this undefended camp.

After a bloody battle, Mary had countless wounds on her body.

Looking around, there were horrible wounds like a baby's mouth everywhere on her slender and tall body, and her skin had turned purple, obviously accumulating too much terrible toxin.

However, even so, Mary still relied on the bee sting dagger in her hand to kill the attacking trolls one by one on the spot.

Injury for injury, blood for blood!

Mary's attack has always been so simple and direct, and the effect is also amazing.

There are 183 adult troll warriors and 133 ordinary trolls in the entire troll camp, and 207 of them died directly or indirectly at the hands of Mary and Thoros.

Especially the troll chieftain with a strength of 2nd level intermediate, who pierced Mary's chest with a spear, piercing her heart. However, its attack also completely angered the blood queen Mary.

Mary did not cut off its head, nor did she pierce its heart, but used her swift body and violent and rain-like attacks to completely bleed it.

The once arrogant troll chieftain bled to death!

And his blood was not wasted, it was absorbed directly by Mary's blood halo, and then transformed into a series of terrifying blood witchcrafts and thrown at the troll warriors.

Blood sucking spell, blood frenzy, blood spear, boiling blood spell, blood flow reversal...

As a level 3 peak vampire wizard, Mary has combined blood energy and strange witchcraft to create a series of blood witchcraft, each of which possesses terrifying combat power. And as the blood master of all blood knights and blood elves, Mary can also grant these blood witchcraft to her subordinates within a certain limit.

This also enhances the combat effectiveness of vampire wizards from one side!

After all, if they only rely on vampire instinct to fight, they will always be a group of vampires rejected by the wizarding community. But now with these blood witchcraft, they can arrogantly call themselves 'blood witches'.

In the distant mountains and forests, the pursuit battle continues.

When the number of trolls in the camp dropped below 50, they finally retreated in fear and began to flee crazily into the mountains and forests.

Mary did not participate in the subsequent pursuit. Instead, she flapped her tattered bat wings and floated above the piles of troll corpses. While absorbing the rich blood here, she worked hard to recover the scars on her body.

Immediately, Thoros, who was wearing thick armor, walked back from a distance with heavy steps, knelt down, and placed a hideous troll head in front of Mary's eyes.

This is the head of an old troll!

Its facial skin has become loose and wrinkled, and the hair on the top of its skull is withered. There is a white animal tooth on the nose, and two huge earrings hang low, with two huge golden earrings hanging on them.

The old troll's eyes widened and he grinned, looking fierce and cruel...

However, what attracts the most attention is still the faint magical halo lingering on the head.

The witch doctor of the troll clan!

Seriously speaking, the witch doctors of the troll family can also be regarded as spellcasters who have mastered some elemental power.

However, they combine more elemental power with various biological herbs to form an extremely unique way of mixing poisons.

The purple toxin in Mary's body that could not be quickly removed was due to it.

After the death of the troll chief, he saw that the trolls were about to face annihilation. This cunning and treacherous troll witch doctor immediately ordered the trolls to disperse and flee, and he himself blended into the fleeing team in the hope of avoiding this disaster. Chased by a group of terrifying enemies.

It's a pity that its strange elemental power that it doesn't know how to conceal can't be hidden from the eyes and ears of Mary and others.

Mary stayed here to recover, but sent Thoros, the third-level blood knight, out to hunt down the witch doctor.

Sure enough, it only took a quarter of an hour for Thoros to bring back the head of the troll witch doctor with level 2 primary strength.

However, after experiencing this bloody battle, Thoros's thick armor was full of pits and dents, and most of the armor's spikes were bent and broken. The sticky and smelly troll purple blood painted his body layer after layer. Even if he simply knelt there, a terrifying blood swamp quickly gathered under him, with a layer of flesh and blood floating vaguely on it. Crushed and unknown organ fragments.

"Isa, it's yours! I need to know the location of the troll kingdom and their tribal distribution as soon as possible. In addition, I need to find out all the powerful people in their tribe... "Mary stood high in the air and shouted loudly.

"yes!"

A graceful and graceful figure flew quickly from the nearby forest, and also knelt down in front of Mary and responded loudly.

Immediately, the blood elf mage Isa stood up, walked over, held up the head of the old troll witch doctor, and kissed it fiercely on its ferocious mouth. A hint of trace appeared on his beautiful and beautiful face. A vicious and crazy look.

"Come on, come on... your blood, your life, your soul... everything belongs to me! Come and merge with me, you will be reborn from now on..."

Following a burst of creepy murmurs, the old troll witch doctor, who was already dead and could no longer die, suddenly opened his mouth and screamed crazily. His entire old and ugly face was filled with an unconcealable look of fear and shrinking.

And when the blood elf mage Isa pursed his lips and sucked, countless miserable green fluorescence emerged from the old troll witch doctor's head, and quickly penetrated into Isa's delicate red lips like a tired bird returning to the forest.

"Evil wizards, you will be violently punished by Lord Yu Shen! I... even if I die, I will curse you..."

A strange soul phantom emerged from the head of the old troll witch doctor, and began to curse the blood elves in front of him crazily. Unfortunately, it has now lost the ability to protect its soul, and can only scream like crazy and turn into a piece of flying fireflies to be swallowed by the opponent.

After the blood elf mage Isa, who was only an intermediate level 2, devoured the old troll witch doctor who was a level 2 junior, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. A strange toxin continuously erupted in her body, dyeing her originally fair and tender skin into indigo.

However, how powerful a dead old witch doctor could be, so Isa only spent half a quarter of an hour digesting its soul and the accompanying broken and miscellaneous soul memories.