Soul echo

Chapter 17 Defeated
Zhong Ye didn't open the system panel to check the information, his near-supernatural perception had already let him know what happened to him.

Holding the iron block in his left hand and the hatchet in his right hand, he rushed to the left at the moment the troll rushed in front of him and punched out.

The fist missed, and the troll swung his right leg, but barely reached the toe of the shoe.

Zhong Ye fell to the ground and rolled over, his muscles tensed instantly, and he ejected his body.

The troll's sharp claws scratched downwards, Zhong Ye's figure twisted strangely in front of the claws, dodged, and at the same time swung the hammer axe, cutting a wound on the side of the monster's knee.

Relying on his strong body control, the warrior suddenly stopped his forward momentum after crossing the troll's side, fell back and rolled, and landed on the troll's back.

The troll's hunched back straightened up in an instant, and its arms turned back to catch it, making it empty.

Zhong Ye bent his legs, squatted on the ground, twisted his fingers, let go for a moment, and flipped the hammer and ax in his palm.

The troll and Zhong Ye turned around at the same time, but its huge body only turned halfway, and there was a "Dang" sound, and the popliteal pain was severe.

"Ow!"

The monster screamed, its thick and long arms smashed to the ground, and its bloodshot eyeballs drove its head to search for that hideous figure.

Zhong Ye's breathing was a little short, and he pulled out another piece of iron from his belt, his facial muscles pulled the corners of his mouth, and his excitement reverberated in his chest.

With both arms on the ground, the troll is like a liger, running on the ground with all fours.

One of its legs was injured and it couldn't run, but luckily it knew other ways to move.

Zhong Ye went up to meet it, and jumped high before colliding with the troll.

As if the troll had predicted it long ago, his body suddenly turned over, and his two long arms swung wildly, shooting into the air from both sides - Zhong Ye's body was in the air.

Five fingers bent, drawing ripples in the air, pulling the wind, and then clapping!
The troll stared wide-eyed, but he could only watch helplessly as the little man supported himself on his arms and flipped over his palms.

Two streams of angry air gushed out from its nostrils, and the troll howled and straightened its upper body, its sharp claws couldn't catch up to Zhong Ye's figure no matter what.

While his body was still in the air, Zhong Ye threw up the iron block, and when his feet landed on the ground, he swung the hammer and ax in a semicircle and struck the iron block.

The iron blade sliced ​​through the skin, cut the muscle, and dug deep into the troll's knee!
The scorching blood sprayed out, dyeing Zhong Ye and the troll's sight red at the same time.

With the help of rolling, Zhong Ye dodged the troll's life-threatening embrace, panting violently.

The previous actions had exhausted him so much energy that he couldn't maintain his breathing rhythm, so it was difficult for him to be lucky.

But the troll has been abolished by him, and two iron blocks are embedded in its knees—even with the vitality of the troll, if he wants to bypass the two iron blocks, or push the two iron blocks away, let the two It also takes a long time for the legs to recover.

The biggest difference between human beings and monsters lies in their wisdom. Using their brains, it is not a problem for the weak to defeat the strong. Those who abandon their minds and choose to use their strength to fight recklessly are idiots.

After a while, Zhong Ye picked up the ax and walked towards the troll.

It was also at this time that the troll noticed that his wound hadn't healed, and the pain and resistance continued to come from his knee.

It wanted to reach out to dig, but Zhong Ye's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and suddenly appeared beside him.

The offense and defense are out of place at this moment!

The troll roared angrily and waved its sharp claws, but how could it compete with Zhong Ye in agility without its legs?

The shadow of the ax passed by, and the troll's left wrist suddenly opened, the broken bones and muscle fibers were exposed in the air, and countless blood spurted out.

What made the troll even more angry was that this time Zhong Ye did not run away, but stood in place, holding the ax back. If he hadn't retracted his arm in time, only half of the left hand connected to the wrist would have been caught by this Chop it off with an axe.

Fear appeared in the monster's heart for the first time.

Zhong Ye took a deep breath, and swung his ax repeatedly.

After retreating for the first time, the troll could no longer muster up the courage to counterattack, and raised his arms in panic to block.

Piece after piece of meat was picked off, blood and flesh splashed everywhere, staining the ground red, Zhong Ye was bathed in blood, his face was ferocious.

At this moment, he looked more like a monster than a troll!

Zhong Ye drove an iron block into the troll's left elbow, and then another iron block was driven into its right shoulder.

With one foot on the troll's chest, Zhong Ye gasped violently, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Limbs were broken, and the wound could not be healed—the troll's strong and tense muscles locked the iron block in the wound, and it was difficult for even the troll to pull out the iron block.

"Roar!" the troll roared, saliva splashing.

But this time, not only did its roar not show power and terror, but it was a bit ridiculous and harsh.

Zhong Ye grinned, pulled out another piece of iron, and drove it into the monster's throat.

The troll did not die because of this, even if its head was cut off, it could regenerate a head, but the wound was blocked, and its powerful vitality could only be wasted.

Taking a few deep breaths to let his strength return to his body, Zhong Ye inserted the hammer ax back into his belt, bent down and carried the troll on his shoulder, and walked towards the town.

The troll's head was hanging on the ground, its eyes were still moving, and its mouth could still be opened and closed, but its throat was cut, making it unable to roar.

When passing the pouch, just pick it up.

The sound of fighting outside the town finally disappeared, but the townspeople and merchants gathered around the town's wharf, at loggerheads.

The merchants and mercenaries wanted to escape by boat, but the townspeople didn't allow it, because there were so many fishing boats, it was impossible to take everyone away, and they didn't believe that they would come back to pick them up after lending their boats to these foreigners.

The pier was in chaos, and some people even jumped into the water and walked along the coast. Anyway, there were so many people at the pier, it was impossible for the troll to chase them over.

But not everyone can swim, so people still need boats.

Marcelo was held in his mother's arms, watching the adults' quarrel intensified, and even had the tendency to pick up weapons and fight.

The children's cries only sounded for a moment, and they were scolded by the adults who were in charge of them. Panic was written on everyone's face, even those mercenaries and adventurers who used to like to brag about how powerful they were were feeling uneasy. From time to time, I visit the direction of the town.

Over time, this restlessness is turning into boredom and anger.

Only Marcelo noticed that the sound of fighting had disappeared. He looked worriedly towards the entrance of the town, tugged at the hem of his mother's clothes, and told her about it.

Molly stared, hurriedly looked around, squeezed through the crowd with Marcelo in her arms, and whispered a few words to a middle-aged man standing in front of the townspeople.

"Stop arguing!"

The middle-aged man threw his harpoon to the ground and glared at the other side angrily, "The battle outside the town is over, let your mercenaries stand outside to protect us, otherwise no one will be able to leave!"

As soon as this remark came out, all voices disappeared.

The eyes of the merchants and townspeople turned to the mercenaries and adventurers, and some people shouted anxiously: "What are you looking at? Let us go now, or don't blame us for using swords!"

The mercenaries and adventurers raised their weapons and approached the merchants and townspeople with fierce faces.

The crowd was crowded, someone was pushed and fell into the water, and the situation became even more chaotic in an instant.

"teacher!"

A cry of surprise sounded suddenly, and Marcelo waved his hands excitedly. If he hadn't been held tightly by his mother, he might have run over a long time ago.

Boom!
Zhong Ye threw the troll to the ground, and glanced over those people who looked astonished as if they had seen a ghost.

"I need a cart and a horse."

The mercenaries and adventurers retracted their weapons in embarrassment and looked at each other, as did the merchants and townspeople.

None of them thought that this eastern native could really kill the white troll, and thought that he was just bragging like other adventurers.

Zhong Ye frowned when he heard the movement by the water, "Someone fell into the water, don't you go to save him?"

Hearing this, the townspeople realized that someone had fallen into the sea and rushed to rescue them.

Marcelo broke free from his mother's arms, and excitedly ran to Zhong Ye's side, ready to see what the rumored white ogre looked like, but he raised his hand to stop him.

"Stay away, it's not dead yet."

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze.

People turned their attention from Zhong Ye to the troll on the ground.

——Not 'kill', but 'capture alive'? !

"Gudong..."

I don't know who it is, and swallowed unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)