The pain from the severed finger caused the two-headed giant to raise its big foot crazily, trying to crush the little person in front of him who dared to resist him.
The two-headed giants are indeed powerful, and even the strong tauren have a hard time parrying their strange strength and strange-shaped weapons.
From the appearance point of view, Sharlayan cannot be compared with the tauren warriors who are covered in tendons.
However, thanks to the blood and genes inherited from the dragon clan, his muscle and bone density are far higher than those of mortals, and his physical fitness cannot be judged simply by his appearance.
In a hurry, he took a full blow from the two-headed giant. Sarlayan was still a little sore in his muscles at this moment, and he did not intend to continue to fight with this stupid big man.
Taking a step sideways to avoid the foul-smelling big foot, Sarlayan swung his sword horizontally and cut a gash in the two-headed giant's calf.
Just as Sharlayan was using his nimble footwork to spin the enemy around, Stellagosa had easily subdued another two-headed giant.
Using the detection spell to scan the situation of the two-headed giant, Stellagosa discovered some abnormalities as expected.
"This is... a spell to control the soul?"
Blue dragons are arcane masters and don't know much about soul-based spells.
The two-headed giant locked in the arcane cage was still struggling. His eyes were completely different from their normal state, showing a very frightening blood-red color.
Several rounds of arcane barrages knocked down all the Drogbal present. Stellagosa frowned and said to Sarlayan: "Stop playing around and restrain him as soon as possible. These two guys seem to be controlled by some kind of soul spell."
."
"Soul spell?"
Sarlayan's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he no longer dodged left and right to dodge attacks.
"clang!"
He raised Quel'Sera over his head to block the boulder smashed down by the angry two-headed giant. Taking advantage of the opponent's strength, Sarlayan deftly tilted the sword to one side to release the force, then turned his hand and struck heavily with the hilt of the sword.
On the knees of the Two-Headed Giant.
"Click!"
There was a clear sound of bone cracking, and the two-headed giant wailed and staggered back two steps. His left leg, which was hit at the knee, was bent and unable to exert any strength.
Not showing mercy, Sarlayan stepped on the two-headed giant's body several times to gain strength, jumped in front of the big man with severe bad breath, raised his sword and hit him on both heads.
"boom!"
The two-headed giant with stars in his eyes finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell backwards like a hill. The tauren guards near the landing point hurriedly scattered to avoid it.
A tauren who was suspected to be the leader of the guard came over and was about to express his gratitude to the two strangers who helped.
At this time, Sarlayan had already walked near the head of the two-headed giant, and placed his hands on one head respectively with gray shimmering hands.
Stellagosa raised her hand first to stop the guard leader from speaking: "Wait a minute, there is something fishy about these two two-headed giants, there may be something controlling them behind the scenes."
The guard leader's expression moved slightly, he nodded knowingly, and stepped aside consciously.
As a full-time bodyguard who escorts caravans all year round, he also has many doubts about this sudden attack.
The two-headed giant has been living in the High Mountains for a long time, and usually robs passing caravans from time to time in an attempt to obtain food.
But this time the two-headed giant attack was completely different from the norm, they were like...
‘a puppet controlled by others’
Using psychic magic to "hack" into the soul of the two-headed giant, Sarlayan quickly discovered something unusual.
The soul of this big man was entangled with some kind of dark red energy. His soul had been struggling to get out of control, but he was still unable to do so. The consciousness of resistance was being worn away bit by bit.
"This is……"
Sarlayan's soul body carefully separated part of the dark red energy and explored the characteristics of this energy.
"A soul-twisting spell? Where does this come from?"
His consciousness returned to his body, and Sarlayan spread the extracted dark red energy in his hands.
"Stella, this is what controls the two-headed giant. This special energy has the effect of distorting the will. The attack on the caravan was not the original intention of the two-headed giant."
"really."
Stellagosa asked thoughtfully: "Do you think this energy came from Drogbal?"
Sarlayan shook his head: "According to the information provided by Emeril, Drogbal is good at spells related to the earth element, and has never dabbled in such spiritual spells."
"The caster of this spell...maybe someone else."
…
After Sharlayan and Stellagosa stopped the joint attack of Drogbar and the Two-Headed Giant, the attacked caravan quickly set off again in the direction of Thunder Totem.
They also brought back the tied two-headed giant and Drogbal, intending to ask Drogbal for an explanation.
This attack is likely to further worsen the relationship between the Highmountain Tribe and the Drogbar, but that is none of Sharlayan's business for the time being.
What he and Stellagosa were concerned about was which force the caster who hid behind the scenes to control the two-headed giant came from.
[Could it be those harpy witches on the outskirts of Highmountain? 】
[Unlikely, harpies do have the ability to charm, but I have never heard of harpies cooperating with other races. They all attack everyone passing by indiscriminately.]
[Soul-related spells... Isn't it Hela who is causing trouble again? 】
[Probably not. With Hela's character, if she had plans for the High Mountains, she would definitely not use this roundabout method. Instead, she would directly send Kvaldir to come and confront the tauren head-on. 】
[Bird food, this is a typical Vrykul thinking mode. 】
[This is not the case, and that is not the case either. Then tell me, who is behind this matter? 】
[Well, have you forgotten that there is another force in the Broken Islands that likes to cause trouble? 】
Sarlayan did not interrupt the barrage discussion, and only interrupted with a look on his face when he saw this sentence.
"You mean, the Burning Legion?"
[Yes, the seal of the Tomb of Sargeras has long been lifted by Gul'dan, and the entire building complex was raised from the water. I suspect that some demons took the opportunity to escape from that tomb. ]
"Devil..."
Sarlayan lowered his head and considered for a while with a solemn expression: "It's not impossible."
"But here comes the question, why did the demon secretly assist Drogbal? Or... maybe Drogbal's senior officials don't know about this matter, but some people below acted without authorization?"
Since coming to the Broken Islands, Sarlayan has had two "deals" with Hela's forces. When encountering emergencies, he habitually wants to put the blame on Hela. Who made the Hell Death God so
Loves to make trouble.
But if, as the barrage said, the devil is behind the control of the two-headed giant demon...
"The situation in the High Mountains has become more complicated..."
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
With the help of the misty little panther named Mist Realm by Vereesa, the three-person hunting team became increasingly comfortable in the thick fog.
Through the thermal imaging vision of the fog, they can easily avoid all living creatures in the swamp area, and gradually adapted to the survival rules of this dense fog land.
Perhaps because of the disappearance of Mist Realm, recently many Mist Black Panthers have gone out looking for them in pairs.
These unlucky individuals who were alone were subdued by the hunting team and thrown into the cave. When they captured the fifth group of black panthers, the missing tribesmen finally lured the restless Dakar out of his hiding place.
Compared with other misty black panthers, Dakar, the mother of the clan, is significantly larger, and her scarlet eyes float around in the mist like soul-inducing lamps.
Under the slightly nervous gazes of Vereesa and Valeela, Dakar jumped back and forth on the relatively dry land very vigilantly, trying not to make any sound when he fell into the water.
Vereesa, who borrowed her foggy vision, looked at Dakar's wandering movements and thought silently in her heart.
'Step into the trap, step into the trap...'
I don’t know whether it was Vereesa’s random thoughts that took effect, or Dakar’s mentality that she could never find her clansmen changed.
After circling around the edge of the swamp, Dakar, who had gained nothing, no longer worried about entering the water, and slowly moved forward to the center of the swamp.
It was this effect that Vereesa wanted. When Dakar set foot on the largest piece of land in the middle of the swamp, the pre-arranged freezing trap was finally triggered.
Dakar, who was already soaked all over, was immediately frozen by the solid ice. Vereesa rushed out of the cave where she was hiding without hesitation, and quickly approached the trap while stepping on the muddy puddles in the swamp.
Through the thermal imaging field of view, she saw a large heat source struggling to escape its restraints, and the feather arrow in Vereesa's hand immediately came out of the string.