The old troll's guess is exactly the same. This is the girl's priest named Ksstina, who is the last "story king" released by Goron before the beautiful snake.

Although the religious classics she told to Ge Long was a little boring, the girl's pure and cute appearance, pitiful tears, sweet and beautiful voice... Of course, there was also the affectionate wet kiss that the girl took the initiative to offer, which had some significant impact on the ogre boy who fell in love with her.

The ogre boy also completed his coming-of-age ceremony on this girl, and at that time it was almost entirely the girl who took the initiative to guide the young ogre boy. Although Goron himself did not notice it, he had actually developed a good impression of the girl, so he relaxed the standards and let the girl go.

Goron was not stupid. When he saw Christina appear here, although he still couldn't understand why she did this and why she resented herself so much, he already knew that the root cause of the disaster that the Black Hand Tribe this night... was himself.

Ogres are a race that does not know how to regret or hate, but tonight, Goron learned these two unique human feelings at the same time.

Just as Goron was in chaos and the old troll frowned and thought hard, suddenly, a sharp eagle cries came from above their heads. It was the war eagle Sphinx tamed by the bright red queen "Blood Red Hat". It was obvious that the sharp-eyed flat-haired beast had discovered the hidden traces of Goron and the old troll.

The troll witch doctor made a quick decision and took out a bottle of dirty potion from the worn-out bag behind him and smashed it on the ground. The glass bottle broke, and the dark brown potion inside suddenly evaporated. The next moment, the strong black smoke emitted a pungent and fishy smell swept across the audience. However, every enemy here is an experienced hunter with extremely rich combat experience. The black smoke cannot buy too much time at all. At least, it is not enough to rescue the giant demon Lafana and the ogre children who are closely surrounded on the field from the attackers.

The old troll grabbed Goron and pulled him into the cave nearest to them, Goron's kitchen and food pantry.

The exit of this cave is relatively secret, but the most important thing is that the attackers are obviously not interested in rescuing these prisoners who were used as food, so there has not been invaded here yet.

It would obviously not be a good idea to escape into a cave without other exits when surrounded by people. It was just a little delaying the time of being captured and killed. However, the old troll obviously had other plans. He took out a bottle of potion without saying a word and poured it into Geron's mouth.

Just as Goron was tossed by the fishy and unspeakable potion in his mouth, the old troll was still not idle. He pulled Goron and continued to run into the cave, and from time to time he smashed a bottle of poison bottles on the ground. After the medicine bottle was broken, the dark green poisonous smoke evaporated from the medicine slurry was evaporated. It was especially effective in this poorly ventilated cave. If no one rescued it, except for the old troll with the antidote and the ogre Goron who was born immune to most toxins, all other creatures would faint in a short time. If no one rescued it, it would eventually lead to death.

Geron didn't understand why the old trolls wanted to kill all the prisoners here, or they just wanted to cause some trouble for the attackers and buy time for the two of them. In fact, when Geron saw the beautiful girl's priest for the first time, his heart was filled with endless self-blame and regret, and he basically lost the ability to think normally.

"Listen! Boy, I don't care what you are thinking or planning to do now, and you will give me a clear word of my word. The Black Hand Tribe has been destroyed, and you will be the only hope and the only future of the Black Hand Tribe, your mother, our "treasure" Lafarna, and your brother Hakulily, their future will be made into specimens, or put in a cage for people to have fun, or regain freedom. It all depends on you~~~!"

He threw Goron into an empty cell. The old witch doctor locked the door from outside and said gasping: "The witch///** agent I just drank for you is the 'humanized potion' I have just developed recently. He can disguise your body as a human, and may be able to get through it. But I don't have the chance to experiment, so I don't know how long the potion's efficacy can last, maybe only a few minutes, or a few days, years, or even decades. In short, everything depends on your bad luck. You have always been different. We old guys all know... all know..."

The old troll's voice became lower and lower. When he finally fell to the ground, Ge Long saw that two cards were suddenly inserted in his vest. Two-thirds of the cards were nailed into the old witch doctor's body. Looking at the injured position, Ge Long knew that this was a fatal heavy blow. If it weren't for the troll's tenacious vitality, the old witch doctor would have died for a long time.

Geron's mind was now in chaos, and he didn't even know how to be sad. At this moment, the poisonous smoke in the cave was suddenly dispelled by some sacred magic power, accompanied by the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, Geron knew that the pursuers had finally caught up.

"Strange, I just saw that damn ogre escaped into the cave, why haven't I chased after it? The garbage lying on the ground seems to be the troll witch doctor just now... He seems to be dead."

The female voice who said this was very familiar with it. It was this pure and sweet voice with a rhythmic sense that told him a lot of poetry and classics about the Church of the Holy Light Day after day. Gelon was so obsessed with this voice that he could tolerate the boredom of the story. On that beautiful night, this voice also made a gentle and delicate a cappella, leading himself into a new world of infinite joy.

But at this moment, the voice of this speech was as harsh and unpleasant as the curse of the devil, and the roar of the poisonous beast. But it was not entirely beneficial. At least, Goron's chaotic spirit was immediately unified, and his crazy murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but this vision disappeared quickly because Goron had noticed his palm... it was no longer the blue tiled skin unique to the black-handed ogre, but the delicate and white slippery kind of human beings. Then touch the conical short corners on the top of his head. As expected, the short corners of more than an inch long shrank rapidly in Goron's palm until there was no trace left. Although Goron could not see his current appearance, his appearance was very close to humans. After losing the characteristics of these ogres, he might be no different from humans.

When the pursuer finally appeared at the end of the cave, Goron, who had been lying on the floor of the cell, looked almost the same as other poisoned and dying prisoners.

*******************************************************************************************************************
Chapter completed!