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Nine hundred and sixtieth IX miserable one(2/2)

The same seems to be true for Lu Sheng. There seem to be only two categories of creatures in front of him.

‘raw’, ‘cooked’

Now Mienke feels that this is how Lu Sheng looks at him.

His scalp was numb all over. If he still had his scalp when he was alive, he would definitely be able to see that his head was covered with countless small bumps.

"You said this place is dangerous?" Lu Sheng thought for a while, "It's because the strongest general under the God of Destruction, the troll, will appear here, right?"

"Yes! The trolls are immortal and terrifying in strength. Only existences of the same level can stop them. We are meaningless to them!" Mienke explained bravely.

"Immortal? How powerful is it? Is it useful to burn it all to ashes?" Lu Sheng became interested.

"The physical resistance of the troll is very high. We have never tried to burn it to ashes," Mienke replied in a low voice.

"Try it later." Lu Sheng nodded.

"But if we don't go back in time, what will happen to my lord?"

"Can you help her block the gun when you go back?"

"" Mienke was speechless.

In a battle at the God of Destruction level, let alone help, he would at most not be a hindrance. That would be good.

Buzz

Suddenly the ground slowly began to shake.

Lu Sheng threw away the meat skewers and stood up.

"Coming? Troll?"

Mienke's throat growled, and he couldn't help but want to persuade him a few words.

Bang!

The ground was suddenly lifted like a carpet.

A dark, powerful monster with the head of a bull and the body of a bull broke through the soil, jumped easily, and landed in the open space between Lu Sheng and the black mist humanoid.

This monster has the head of a cow and is covered in gray-black messy clothes like a cloak.

He also carried a simple, rusty short-handled ax on his back.

It is about 1.8 meters tall, no different from an average adult.

If it weren't for that head, perhaps no one would have thought it was the most powerful troll pillar general under the Platinum God of Destruction.

"Red Sera? Baan?" The tauren looked around, shaking the dirt stained on his body.

When he saw the human-shaped black mist of Mienke and others standing on one side, his face suddenly showed a strong and strange look.

"It's you. It's been thousands of years since we last met, right?" The tauren looked at Mienke in a low voice.

"If I remember correctly, this territory should belong to my God Lord now, right?" He slowly reached out and held the short-handled ax behind his back.

"Red Sera! Get out of here!" He roared violently, and his voice was the same as the one he had just walked on. It was vibrating and spreading in the woods like thunder.

Some trees closer to the ground were shaken so hard that their dry bark continued to fall off.

It's a pity that only the skin of Red Sera is left now

"Troll Eddie, aren't you supposed to be sleeping? It's not yet midnight at this time." Mienke swallowed, not daring to tell the other party this fact, and slowly backed away.

Trolls at this level are completely different species from ordinary virtual demons.

Even if he is a top-level void lord, the gap between him and the troll in front of him is still as big as heaven and earth, and there is no possibility of catching up.

Not only him, but also the remaining dozen or so black mist figures around him all retreated and moved away involuntarily.
Chapter completed!
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