Chapter 13 Super God's Human-Headed Dog

"No!" Varokar was shocked and angry when he saw Atadin was about to hit Garin.

He was filled with regret. If he had seen through Atadin's bluff earlier and had not taken this step back, the prince would not have been in danger.

On the other side, Omar pressed the witch doctor step by step, and the witch doctor could only rely on the staff in his hand to parry. At this time, Omar also realized the danger of Garin, turned around and gave up the wounded witch doctor, wanting to go back to help Garin.

They were members of the guard personally selected by the prince. If the prince was killed by trolls in front of them, they would not only betray the prince's trust in them, but would also have no face to return to Stromgarde.

At this critical moment, with the battle axe approaching, the frog prince widened his frog eyes as big as green beans, with a look of concentration. If they didn't know that the frog was their own prince, Varokal and Omar would not have believed that the frog could have such a serious expression.

The frog jumped to the side to avoid the attack of the battle axe. The axe fell to the ground, splashing a lot of dirt and stones.

Varokar and Omar felt their hearts settle down a little, and the frog prince jumped up from his short squatting position into a bouncing posture. His long green legs left an indelible impression in the minds of the two guards.

The things that surprised Varokal and Omar were not over yet. The moment the frog prince landed on the ground, there was a slight bang and a cloud of smoke rose from the spot. The mist was not big and just covered the frog and Atadin next to the frog.

Just as they were still wondering what was going on, the smoke slowly dissipated and two figures appeared in the field.

In the smoke, Atadin was still holding the giant axe and smashing the ground. He did not expect that the person who was bewitched by the witchcraft could break free from the strange feeling of body reshaping so quickly, and the frog jumped away too quickly. He did not have time to retract his move and could only release his attack on the ground.

The other person was Garin. He had broken free from the witch doctor's transformation spell by himself. At this moment, he was holding a big sword, stabbing it into Atadin's heart.

The greatsword pierced diagonally from the right chest and came out from the left back. Atadin had an expression of disbelief on his face. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the blade on his chest. Even if he was a great troll warrior, no matter how strong his vitality was, it was impossible to heal the heart that had been cut by the greatsword.

With a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth, Atadin was filled with remorse and unwillingness as he took his last breath.

He thought it was a simple hunting mission. This seventh-level being was a great warrior who had entered the ruling class in the tribe. It was a waste of his talent for him to come and collect supplies for the sacrificial ceremony. Furthermore, they were in an area far away from humans. He thought that only wild beasts would not threaten the safety of the camp, and he lost his life due to negligence.

On the other side, the troll witch doctor saw that Atadin was about to kill Garin who was controlled in the quilt, and he would be able to turn the situation around soon. But all this happened too quickly. Just as he raised his head, he saw Atadin die, and he stopped laughing abruptly.

He didn't understand how a person who was under the spell of his transformation could remove the magic effect in such a short time.

But the situation before him did not allow him to think carefully and suppress his doubts. He was the only surviving troll in the field, while the human side had three powerful warriors, and those human soldiers were only knocked away and did not die.

It was too late to save the situation. He had to escape before humans could react.

He covered the wound on his abdomen and had no time to cast healing spells on himself. With the help of the tents in the camp, he blocked their sight and quickly rushed out of the camp, about to disappear into the night.

Omar and Varokal were careless for a moment, their attention was focused on the prince who was out of danger, and they neglected the last troll, which really let him escape.

But Garin wouldn't, he secretly hated the caster who turned him into a frog. He even still has some sequelae, in addition to the pain in his body, his mind is still a little confused, he even remembers the few seconds when he turned into a frog, and wanted to stick out his tongue to catch insects to eat.

Restraining the discomfort in his heart, Jialin drew his sword and chased after him.

At the corner of the tent, Garin saw a thrown spear stuck diagonally on the ground. He immediately reached out and pulled it out and held it in his hand.

When he reached the outskirts of the camp, Garin saw the troll witch doctor stumbling and running nearly thirty meters away. He grabbed the spear with his backhand, locked onto the target, and threw it out with all his strength.

The spear flew out and hit the troll's right shoulder. The huge force sent him flying two steps. The spear penetrated his body and the front end sank into the ground.

Seeing that he had hit the target, Garin ran forward with his greatsword in hand, and Varokal caught up with him. Following Garin, although all the trolls were killed, he did not dare to let the prince go forward alone.

Omar went to check on the soldiers who had just been knocked away by Atadin.

He quickly ran to the place where the troll was hit and saw that the troll was half-kneeling with his face on the ground, his upper body leaning forward, and the spear that pierced through his shoulder supported him so that he did not fall to the ground.

At this time, the troll witch doctor's blood was flowing all over the ground. Omar's battle axe cut a wound on his abdomen, and then his right shoulder was pierced by the spear thrown by Garin.

Seeing that Garin and Varokar were approaching and walking in front of him, he looked at them with resentment, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then roared unwillingly.

Garin didn't waste any words with him. He perfectly demonstrated his ruthlessness and reservedness by swinging his sword and cutting off the witch doctor's head.

legendary!

Oh wow, he started by jumping and charging at the gate of Garin’s camp, and finally threw spears, killing a total of eight trolls, successfully becoming a god by stealing heads.

Omar had gathered five soldiers after bringing the troll witch doctor's body back to the camp.

Garin took a look at the conditions of the five men. Two soldiers had their shield-holding arms broken because they tried to block Atadin head-on. The other three only had some scratches, which did not affect their movements overall.

Jialin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, no one was killed. The members of the guard were all selected by Jialin himself. They had developed feelings for each other after so many years of getting along with each other. Jialin didn't want them to die here.

He ordered Omar to lead three soldiers with relatively light injuries to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils.

Garin added some wood to the campfire and sat beside it, while Varokar helped two soldiers with broken bones to treat their injuries.

Sitting by the campfire, the orange flames flickered in the night wind, illuminating Garin's face. Varokal, a rough man, was clumsy when he tied a simple splint to the soldier to fix the broken bone, causing the two men to grin.

Garin supported his chin with one hand and unconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword with the other hand, already lost in his own thoughts.