The combination of nuclear wastewater and laxatives can be said to be a combination of physics and chemistry. Even if the troll's intestines are good, as flesh and blood creatures, they will definitely have stomach problems.
No matter how good your digestive function is, you shouldn't drink nuclear waste water. They are not Japanese.
I saw that the troll who had just eaten a piece of bark was still chewing, as if he was savoring the taste of the dipping sauce, but then his face suddenly turned green, then red, and then black again, in just a few seconds
Within a few seconds, his face changed into several colors like a rainbow.
In fact, it was the squirrel that was causing trouble. She materialized the poisoning effect based on the victim's expression to reflect the troll's mental process after taking the poison.
If Su Ming is to say it, trolls don't have as many ideas as light elves. Their current idea must be very simple, that is, stomachache.
For a monster whose mind is not much different from that of a beast, there is only one solution for stomachache.
"Boom! Crack!"
"Boom! Crack!"
"Boom! Crack!"
Just like a group of people gathering together to set off firecrackers, the trolls fell down one after another and began the process of 'releasing themselves' uncontrollably.
Diana and Carol couldn't bear to look anymore when they heard the sound. They turned their heads away because this was not something that normal people should watch.
But Deathstroke and Bad-hearted Squirrel on the side were very engrossed in watching, and even commented on each other which troll could spray accurately and sprayed into the mouth of his teammate; and which troll sprayed so powerfully that the rapids even created a small nest on the rock wall.
Just like the hosts and guests on a sports channel commentating on certain events
Yes, Su Ming knew that the various methods he was showing were indeed vulgar, but Ratatosk, the squirrel, couldn't help but like these vulgar things.
In the past, she liked to gossip about family ethics and play some poop-related pranks. This was her hobby. You wouldn't expect her to be a squirrel to come up with some ultra-high-tech equipment for fucking people, right?
She has reached the highest level of pranks. She is ready to prank people anytime and anywhere by using local materials. There are many other things in Alfheim that are hard to say, but at least there is plenty of cow dung!
So today, if Su Ming wants to have a good relationship with her, he needs to go along with her and show that he is a like-minded person.
Although he has a powerful weapon like the God Eater, after he leaves Alfheim, Ratatosk will most likely not dare to come to Earth to cause mischief and can continue to live in peace.
But in this case, wouldn't her combat power be wasted? Why not win over Squirrel, let her side with you, and prank some enemies in the future?
A fun-loving rat like Ratatosk is not an ancient god but is better than an ancient god. Now that they have met and acted together, they naturally have to win over him.
From the beginning of their journey together, Deathstroke has been using words and actions to create a feeling that the two of them share the same goals. This is all part of the plan.
The trolls are all going to die anyway, and if they can serve as a medium for the Supreme Mage to make new friends before they die, then they will have made up for some of the losses their clan has brought to the earth before.
Strictly speaking, there is not much difference between dying from diarrhea and being cut to pieces by a thousand cuts. They both fall within the scope of the death package.
Don't forget another point, that is, Su Ming said that the corpses of the trolls should be hung on the heater star torch in Contrasia to show the aliens in the universe the consequences of illegally invading the earth.
So, of course, we need to clean the inside of these trolls' bodies first, lest their big bellies explode after being heated like popcorn stoves, and the stuff inside will definitely spray everywhere. That's so unhygienic.
As the situation progressed, the scene became increasingly out of control. The stench in the air was almost comparable to Deadpool's body odor, and unknown liquid flowed freely on the ground.
Chaos filled everyone's senses, the curses and groans of the trolls, the soft laughter of the squirrels, the breathing of Deathstroke through the mask filter, and the sounds of retching from Diana and Carol as they fled, all mixed in
Together, it's like a strange melody.
"Now, Strangled, start our fireworks." The troll self-destructor controlled by Strangled was the only one who did not eat hot pot. When other trolls were vomiting and having diarrhea, he was manipulated to pull out the unconscious compatriots.
Come to yourself.
Now that the process of gathering monsters is almost complete, the next step is to activate art, and art is explosion.
Strangler sent the final bioelectrical signal to the troll's brain through its tentacles, and then immediately retreated because these trolls stunk so much. What would it be like to be doused with strong acid again?
The self-destruction soldier took out a huge red firecracker from his chest, a bit like a two-kick style. He stuffed all the fuses from the fireworks into his big mouth, and his saliva immediately ignited the fuses.
Amidst the crackling sound, he looked down at the small sparks spreading close to his body, raised the firecracker in his hand and said something incomprehensible.
"My mission is accomplished!"
"boom!!!"
Fireworks bloomed in this dark tunnel. Along with the beautiful golden chrysanthemums, there were a lot of splashes of strong acid, as well as itching powder, cartilage powder, vomiting powder, aphrodisiacs, and hundreds of other magic potions, all of which were used.
It was thrown into the air.
The trolls, who had originally lost their ability to resist due to diarrhea, were moved next to the self-destruction soldiers. At this time, they were naturally unable to escape, and almost every monster took full damage.
Then they began to scream, and even the previously unconscious trolls were awakened again by the endless pain, and involuntarily began the painful journey to the final stage of their lives.
There are trolls that start to eat their own flesh while scratching, and there are trolls that vomit out their own stomachs and eat them back, screaming like crazy, laughing uncontrollably after the screams are over, and they are still driven by magic in the filth.
Tap dancing, or standing on your head to perform the Golden Bell, all kinds of scenes that are difficult to describe in words are taking place before your eyes.
The squirrel who had never seen such an exaggerated plot clapped her hands happily, and she even looked at the death knell with admiration:
"You're awesome. Those old immortals waiting for you in the Council of Universe Elders are not as good at playing as you. Why haven't I thought about making itching powder before? Wow, that troll actually still has the strength to peel off his own skin."
"It's not that you didn't think of it, but Alfheim doesn't have the material conditions. Making props also requires materials and knowledge reserves."
The dark and cruel man also laughed like an evil spirit and high-fived her, but the mask covered his face at this time, making it impossible to see whether he was really laughing:
"Do you like these jokes? After killing Ulric, I can also give you some less powerful props to play with, and I can also secretly trick Thor into coming to Alfheim for vacation, so that he can go to Alfheim without his knowledge.
I’ll make you a target.”
When Squirrel heard Thor's name, she thought of this stupid student from the past, and she couldn't wait to nod her head:
"Great, you are so kind to me. I want Thor to fart constantly in front of Sif. Do you have any props with this effect?"
"There's nothing you dare to think about, there's nothing I can't get, don't worry." Su Ming patted the beauty's arm and said with a smile: "As long as I'm here, you will never be short of prank props. We