Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 30 The Regeneration of the Troll

"Damn it, the taste of this strong acid is so sour." Trundle endured the pain, regardless of the wet ground, and sat on the ground casually, seeing the arm that had been reduced to ashes, with fear on his face muttered a word.

The situation just now was too thrilling. If Thorne hadn't cut off his arms corroded by strong acid immediately, most of his body would have been melted by strong acid like ashes on the ground.

After a while, feeling that the arms cut off by Thorne had grown back, Trundle moved a few times to adapt, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Afterwards, he took out a bottle of elementary stamina recovery potion from his pocket bluntly and poured it all in one go, and his face immediately recovered a bit of blood.

Although the troll race has abnormal regeneration ability, it does not mean that it can regenerate infinitely, and this ability also consumes a lot of physical strength.

This is why most of the trolls in the wilderness have very strong appetites.

And the bottle of medicine in his hand that can quickly restore physical strength is more effective for Trundle than those medicines for treating minor injuries. He usually keeps a certain amount with him for emergency needs.

"I've always wondered if the troll's head is cut off, will the body grow from the head, or the head from the body, or both?"

Thorne was leaning against the wall and playing with the dagger in his hand. After seeing that Trundle had almost recovered, he asked casually.

In this world, it is okay if you only suffer from skin and flesh injuries, and the influence on yourself is not very great, but if you are seriously injured, without strong physical support or timely treatment, it will easily lead to excessive blood loss and death.

Take Thorne for example, his physique attribute is only 14 points, and his life value is 54. If he is slightly scratched by a sword or the like, with his own physique, he can still heal slowly.

However, if he encounters such a severe injury, if he does not take corresponding first aid measures, his life value will be rapidly lost as the injury continues to aggravate and the accidental infection, until he dies.

And here there is no such thing as filling a bottle of healing potion and instantly full of state, becoming alive and kicking.

Not even the priest's magic can do it.

The priest's healing spells and the healing potions sold in the pharmacy will indeed alleviate his injuries and slowly recover after using them.

However, most of these methods will excessively overdraw one's own physical strength, and will make people enter a weak state for a period of time.

Before the battle is over, it is the most stupid choice for adventurers to choose to use healing potions or magic spells. These recovery methods are often carried out after the battle is over.

Trolls are different. The regeneration of these guys is like biochemical creatures. Except for strong acid and flames, it is difficult to suppress their abnormal abilities.

Moreover, the troll's blood is the main material for making resurrection potions in the hands of those evil wizards.

Thorne has always been very curious about the regeneration ability of trolls. He has also killed many trolls in the wilderness, but because he has a long sword with fire attribute and desert wind school swordsmanship.

His attack has a natural ability to restrain the troll's regeneration, so he has no chance to see this strange phenomenon. Seeing Trundle in front of him can't help but arouse his curiosity.

"Uh... I haven't tried this before." Trundle was stunned for a moment, scratching his head and said.

This kind of thing sounds very interesting. If it is true that both of them grow, then the consciousness is all controlled by oneself?

Trundle was obviously moved, but he didn't think he would have the courage to try and cut off his own head, which would take a lot of heart.

"If you have a chance, you can give it a try." Seeing Trundle's serious thinking, Thorne found it quite interesting. He decided to wait until he settled down and give it a try to confirm his thoughts.

"..."

Hearing this, Trundle noticed that Thorne's expression was not joking, and shrank his neck suddenly, as if he felt a coolness approaching.

After all, he just saw with his own eyes the ruthless force emanating from Thorne's body when he chopped off his arm.

On the surface, this guy had a handsome appearance unique to the half-elf race, but every time Trundle approached Thorn for a certain distance.

His keen intuition would make him feel an invisible evil spirit emanating from the opponent's body, which made people very uncomfortable. This momentum must have accumulated slowly after killing too many people.

So he smiled awkwardly at Thorn. Fortunately, the other party didn't have any malicious intentions now, otherwise they might not be Thorn's opponent together.

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At this time, there were bursts of trembling sounds from above the sewer, causing the entire sewer to seem to be affected to a certain extent.

Judging from the intensity of the vibration, it was at least caused by a constructed golem weighing more than 5000 pounds. Thorne guessed it after a little judgment.

It seems that the fighting above Winter City is very lively, so we can't delay here, we have to leave as soon as possible, the vibrations generated by these golems are likely to wake up some evil creatures sleeping deep in the sewer.

Thorne has been wandering in this sewer for nearly a month, and he still knows a thing or two about some unknown and terrifying monsters in it.

He felt that it was best to leave as soon as possible.

In Cold Winter City, although the incarnation of the gods has been beheaded, there are still many abyssal gnolls, abyssal ghouls, and those flying quasses.

If you only rely on these clumsy construction golems to clean up, the efficiency is not as high as imagined.

What's more, there are an astonishing number of quasses, these flying little devils, and the constructed golems that don't have long-range attacks have nothing to do.

Thorne glanced back and found that the five surviving warrior players were hugging together to keep warm. Their ability to survive the siege of the sahuagin showed that they still had a certain level of strength.

Although their faces looked calm, judging from the flickering eyes in their eyes, it could be seen that they were actually panicking in this dark and complex sewer like a maze.

The hostess of the bar, Andelina, may be due to the cold and humid environment of the sewer. She is wearing a fox fur coat with her arms folded, leaning against the wall that she cleaned with her cleaning technique, closing her eyes and recuperating.

However, Thorne possessed spell recognition skills, so he still found a nearly invisible warning force field emanating from her body.

This is a ring of spell magic alarm.

After use, a warning area with a diameter of at least 6 meters will spread out around itself.

As long as any other creature approaches, a mental signal or sound will be sent to inform the caster.

With Thorne's current stealth level, it would be difficult to approach without detection, unless he mastered some of the abilities of the Shadow Domain.

"You stay here for the time being, I'll go ahead and explore the way." Thorne said to Trundle, and immediately activated his stealth skills, turning into a hazy figure and disappearing into the shadows.

(End of this chapter)