Chapter 42 The price of victory is Pisi's pantyhose
"Perhaps we have discovered the raw materials for making a new drink." Just as he was savoring the taste of the liquid water elf ghost he had just swallowed alive, Crounpisi's eyes turned into a blur of white.
"The magic of the water elemental troll?" Crownpis looked in the direction of the water elemental troll.
His magic cannot work on himself, but creating clouds and mist in the air can also have the effect of blocking vision.
On the contrary, he should not be able to see himself.
Crounpisi's eyes followed the movement direction of the water element troll. After all, his perception had not been abolished. He walked around behind Crounpisi and approached quickly. The dark magic sword he had just snatched had a black light thorn.
Came over.
There was a loud sound of "Dang!", and the moment the sword edge collided with the body, some clouds and mist were dispersed.
"Haha, I've always wanted to do something like this." Crounpis smiled.
In front of the distorted expression of the water element troll, Crounpis playfully blocked the troll's full blow with her fingers. Moreover, when the sword blade touched the flesh, her fingers were still slightly bent, that is, she stretched out casually.
His fingers blocked it, and the troll's power didn't even require any effort from Crounpith.
In fact, no, although she seemed calm on the surface, Crounpis actually felt bromantic in her heart——
Originally she wanted to try flicking the sword with her fingernails, but she missed the target and cut the flesh of her finger with the sword. Thanks to the low level of her opponent and the existence of passive skills such as physical negation and knockback resistance, she was able to
fine.
"Is it really time to train as a warrior? Okay, return the weapon to me."
Crounpisduo stretched out one finger, clamped the sword, and pulled it. The water elemental troll, who desperately clenched the sword and wanted to slash the blade towards her body, staggered, fell to himself, and took advantage of the situation to move towards her body.
His lower body flew up with a kick!
"Bang!" It didn't have a cool shape, but it directly kicked the lower body of the water elemental troll into a mist state!
Very strangely, his upper body actually remained in a suspended state. It seemed that he finally knew the gap between the two sides and wanted to escape in this state.
Crounpis took a few steps to catch up, aimed at his upper body and slapped him, turning him into a mist.
What followed was a series of punches and kicks. Whenever the mist began to gather, it was immediately dispersed. After repeating this for more than ten seconds, the mist completely dissipated.
"It seems that this state is not completely invincible. Okay, my children, come and help clean up the battlefield."
"Pisi, do you need me to use magic to make a new pair of socks?" Star teleported to Crounpisi, looking at the pile of holes in the socks and laughing.
"...Hmm." Crounpis lowered his head and looked at his legs. It smelled really good. His panties were vaguely exposed, so he could publish a book.
If there was magic power, it could be repaired and rebuilt, but the garbage-cleaning battle didn't last long, and Crounpisi's MP has not yet recovered to the point where she can use magic once.
"Forget it, the battle is not over yet, and isn't the quality of the clothes you make worse than mine?" Crounpisi simply tore off his socks and let them turn into light particles and disappear, so that he could produce a book.
The state of my clothes smells too bad, so I might as well just go bare-legged.
At the same time, she pulled up the hem of her skirt and signaled the Mimic Clothes to lengthen the skirt slightly to better cover her panties.
"By the way, has anyone counted the races in the hills? I want to check."
"I didn't." Star replied simply.
Crounpisi was embarrassed again. Star came with him, how could it be possible?
Star teleported away and switched to the big goblin. She carefully handed over the small notebook: "Here it is."
Crownpiss: "Is there a place-changing magic in this world?"
Big Goblin: "I don't know, but I also have the same space magic as Star, doesn't Pisi know?"
Crounpis: "I don't know. You didn't tell me, Da-chan! Well, let's get down to business. There are also a small number of demi-humans and armed forces here who are relatively strong compared to those trash fish, so be careful."
Because of the "fierce" battle before, those miscellaneous fish demi-humans didn't come up just now. Crounpisi picked up the dark magic sword and headed towards what she thought was the enemy's base camp, while continuing to attack the demi-humans who dared to attack her.
People do repetitive cleaning tasks.
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Demihuman Tribe Alliance, Headquarters——
The three demi-humans, Belufine, Verges, and Robebei, were sitting here lifelessly and silently. The scouts who were supposed to come to report were also swept away by Crounpisi, but just listening to the sounds outside, they
I probably know what the situation is now. I don’t even feel panic anymore.
What else could be done? That is a being that the demihuman race can never defeat, a figure who stands in the realm of God. What would happen if the retired "Thirteen Heroes" came?
It might be possible to hurt her, but there was absolutely no chance of winning. At least the "Thirteen Heroes" they had heard about could use such huge attacks, and the "Thirteen Heroes" would never have the invulnerability of Clawnpith.
All the demihumans in the hilly areas have joined forces. If they don't care about sacrifice, the "Thirteen Heroes" are no match for them.
Escape? There is no way to escape. The abilities of the three of them are all related to magic, but there is no magic to facilitate escape. They are all strong men in this hilly area, so they have not considered escaping. A magic or skill is not a crisis.
It can be learned immediately after birth.
Moreover, before the war began, they also took measures to completely avoid the war and migrate a small number of tribesmen who could form a population, leaving behind the seeds for the continuation of the race.
"Ah? There are only the three of you?" Crownpiss, who opened the door curtain, was a little surprised. "I counted the types of demihumans participating in the battle. It should be the coalition of eighteen races, right?"
Yes, because of the threat of the undead advance, the demi-human alliance has really grown like a snowball in a short period of time: snake-like people, iron rat people, cavemen, blue maggots, sword-armored insects, centaurs, human spiders,
The number does not match because the classification method of fairies is basically judged by appearance, so there are some differences. Some demi-humans who look like monsters or aliens are not classified, or those of the same race who have too different looks due to various reasons are also classified.
The fairies consider themselves of different races.
"Your Excellency, the others were either killed by the blue one or by you. Then, I would like to ask a question. What fate awaits us next?" Bellufine asked in a low voice.
"Ah~~" Crounpis held her chin and raised her head. She really hadn't thought about the question raised by the demi-human.