Twenty Sided Dice

The bonfire cast a flickering shadow on the wall, startling Siegel. He took a closer look and found that it was just his own projection. ‘What are you nervous about, it’s just a shadow! ' Siegel cursed, adjusting his mood, relaxing his breath, and focusing his senses on his surroundings. He quietly approached the small package, getting closer and closer.

At this moment, the overhead began to rumble again, and there were shouts of "Don't~~~ Help~~~" in the passage. The troll was awakened, sneezed, picked his nose with his hand, and opened his eyes slowly.

Siegel desperately picked up the package and ran back. He kicked down the bottle on the ground, making a rattling sound, which made his heart rate soar instantly, and his feet couldn't help but speed up a bit. The troll looked up and almost saw Siegel disappearing around the corner. At this moment a bound man slid down the passage and fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled hard, and the bottles on the ground tumbled and made a loud noise.

Both trolls sat up, stared at the falling man with ugly and huge eyes, and then murmured a few words. The man who was bound was terrified, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and excrement and urine were flowing.

"Tell me, what have you done?" A troll began to use Common, although it was still mixed with a strong nasal and gnashing sound, but Siegel could finally understand it.

"I... I stole the silver jewelry of the master and wife, exchanged it for money, and was caught." The man said intermittently in a trembling voice.

"This story is not good, let's eat him," said a troll.

"Don't worry, let me ask carefully, he must have committed more than just such a thing." The other turned his head and said viciously, "You did such a bad thing? This story is not enough to get in the teeth!"

"I...I still..." The man couldn't move his hands and feet, twisting like an earthworm on the ground. The troll stepped on with a big foot, and the man immediately couldn't struggle. "Tell your story!" cried the troll. In the fear of death, the bound man began to babble.

"Of course it's more than this story, of course..." The man said, "I think about it... I'm the lady's groom, but I don't pay attention to my work all day, and I always make mistakes..."

"What's wrong with something? This story isn't good!"

"No... ah, yes, yes, of course there are good ones. The reason I made a mistake was that I had thoughts about my wife, and I had a lot of unreasonable thoughts about her, and! Not only did I have thoughts, but I also started to make up stories." .

Only then did the two cannibals sit down with great interest, holding huge wine glasses in their hands, raised their heads and took a sip of foamy ale, and began to listen to what he had to say.

The more the story is made up, the more outrageous it is, and the groom becomes a big bad guy who does all kinds of evil in the story. He raped the lady who was kind to him, killed her whole family in person, took hostages against the guards of the town, and then slaughtered the hostage family.

"Then how did you get caught?" the troll asked curiously.

"When...of course it was a sneak attack!" The storyteller quickly made up for this loophole. "I was attacked from behind by my wife. That **** hit me on the head. Look, I still have wounds here."

Sure enough, there was a large area on the groom's head without hair, but it wasn't a wound, it was leprosy.

"It's an epic adventure story!" said the two trolls, "Why don't you join us, I like such villains!"

"Okay, okay! I want to join you!" the man shouted, "I'd love to be your companion!"

"Then I'll take him to the occupancy ceremony. You pack the chickens in the bag, and then come and have breakfast together." The other troll winked and stood up, his whole body trembling. He smiled and said, "It's time for a change of taste today."

After finishing speaking, it carried the guy who was tied up, and left the room in his shout of "Thank you two big brothers, I want to join you."

Seeing all this, Siegel was extremely nervous. 'Come on, you idiot, you can't save him. ' he said to himself, there's nothing to see, you're no match for a troll. When he took out the light crossbow, he still thought so. When he also pulled out the machete, he changed his mind.

'I'm going to try! ’

He secretly looked at the trolls in the room, and the situation was right now. The huge humanoid monster had his back to Siegel, in front of the bonfire. He was groaning and plucking feathers from chickens with his huge fingers. The troll had no idea that there was a hidden killer behind him.

Siegel took up the crossbow and thought for a while, and found that the short bolt probably couldn't penetrate the thick skin of the troll. He put down his crossbow, held the machete in both hands, and walked behind the troll.

The monster didn't notice, which is good news for Siegel. He aimed in the direction of the heart of the monster's left back - Siegel guessed that the monster's heart should be there, and slammed it down.

Unexpectedly, this time it actually cut to the bone, and the machete was bounced, but it made a cut in the back of the troll, causing it to shed yellow-brown blood. The troll roared and turned to see the enemy who had attacked him. He yelled angrily, ready to get up and have a good fight.

Siegel didn't expect this outcome, but he didn't panic. 'If you can't do it with one shot, do it again! ' He raised his machete again, this time slashing hard at the troll's waist.

Avoiding the shoulder blades and ribs, the blade smoothly cut through the troll's skin, going straight into the internal organs. Even for a troll with thick skin and tough life, this was too hard to bear. It raised its elbows and swung backwards forcefully, intending to knock the little thief behind him.

Siegel only felt that the wind was blowing in his face, and a short body lowered his head to hide. He took advantage of the situation to roll to avoid it, and the elf war dance that he studied and practiced hard these days played a role. Siegel took the correct step in a smooth manner, still staying behind the troll, and took the opportunity to slash at the monster's ankle again.

This time he failed to cut off his right foot, but it also made the troll's movements unbalanced. The monster tried to stand up, using the intact leg as the axis, trying to turn around. It clenched its fists with both hands and used all its strength, ready to strike the attacker with a fatal blow.

But Siegel didn't stop, he was like a fallen leaf, moving with the wind brought by the trolls, remaining lightly behind the enemy's back. He stabbed the troll again in the thigh, knee and back. The troll was furious and turned left and right, but Siegel could always stay behind the monster. With dozens of knives slashed, even if the resilience is strong, the trolls are unable to parry, and their strength is getting weaker and weaker.

Seeing that the battle will be decided, the trolls no longer turn around, but rush towards the wall and lie down on it all at once. Siegel understood its purpose in just an instant - as long as he turned against the wall, it would be impossible to hide behind his back anyway. Thinking of this, he quickly stepped back and picked up the light crossbow from the ground.

The troll giggled in his throat, leaned his back against the wall, and turned around proudly. He knew that as long as he rested for a while, the wounds on his body could be healed. And as long as you catch the little thief and eat him alive, you can heal the injury and relieve the hatred in your heart!

He finally saw the sneak raider, a robust young human. Then I just felt a flash of light, and there was a sharp pain in the eye socket, and one eye was directly blinded by the crossbow arrow.

Wow ah ah ah! The troll shouted, ignoring the bleeding wound, lashing out with claws, and rushing up angrily. Siegel didn't have time to rewind the string, so he could only pretend to aim with his crossbow. He shouted: "One more blind eye!" The troll believed it, raised his hand to cover the only intact eye, and rushed forward blindly.

Siegel threw the crossbow at the troll's head, rolled over from the ground, picked up the machete, and slashed the troll's crotch again. The trolls had ignored it and only wanted to strangle Siegel to death. He completely ignored the injury and pain on his body, relying on his ability to recover sooner or later, kicking and kicking, looking like he was desperate.

Siegel knew that if he had more endurance, he would definitely die at the hands of the trolls. He was already feeling exhausted, but the monster still had strength. In just a little while, Siegel probably won't be able to keep up the elf dance. The human body cannot withstand several attacks under the hammer-like fist.

After two more turns, the trolls were used to the constant sneak attacks from the thief behind him, but he didn't expect Siegel to suddenly turn to the front. Since the troll always punched and kicked backwards, there was no protection in front of him, and the empty door was wide open. The squid seized this rare opportunity and slashed the monster's neck. This cut off the monster's blood vessels and trachea.

The troll hugged Siegel, grabbed the boy tightly with both arms, and dragged him off the ground. The weapon in Siegel's hand fell to the ground, and the bones in his body were clacked, and the air in his lungs was almost squeezed out. The blood from the troll's neck wound poured onto Siegel's face, making him unable to breathe.

The powerful vitality allows the troll to still move slowly, and the monster also opens its huge fetid mouth, ready to devour flesh and blood to heal. It's just that its neck was seriously injured, and its head almost fell off in half, so naturally it couldn't lower its head and bite. Siegel smelled a stench that was enough to smoke people to death, and struggled hard.

'What else can I do? ' Siegel's eyes went black and he couldn't breathe. The desire to survive supported his body, while the stubborn soul squeezed all hidden forces.

At this moment, a small ball of light floated up from Siegel's forehead, like the flame of a small candle. This ball of light floated to the troll's intact eyes, and then exploded violently.

The only remaining eyeball of the troll was blown to pieces, and the force of the impact made its head slam back, tearing the wound on its neck completely. The troll lost control of his body and died.

Siegel was so exhausted that he finally got up from the troll's embrace. To prevent the monster from coming back to life through regeneration, he retrieved the machete, severed the troll's head, and threw it in the campfire. I once heard Sir Bill say that as long as the head is cut off and thrown into the fire, the troll will not come back to life.

The flames sensed the evil creature and immediately radiated energy to purify it. The flames suddenly jumped high, burning the troll's head to ashes in a matter of seconds. The body of the monster that fell to the ground also quickly withered and became like rotten wood, and was also thrown by Siegel into the fire to be burned.

He gasped heavily, blowing his almost squashed body up again. Thinking of his own achievements, he felt a little proud, not someone who can defeat the trolls when they first set foot on the adventurer's road. The young man gasped for a while, then made a tripwire trap with the rope on the ground. He retrieved all the weapons and found that the crossbow had been crushed by the troll and could not be used. He only smiled helplessly and hurriedly walked towards the depths of the cave.