Chapter 3742

The troll's brain is too small and the brain capacity is not enough. It is a very simple thing, but he can't even complete a slightly more complex acting plan.

There's no way but to hang the "connection" to control the remote control. It's like manipulating a string puppet to control the troll to return to the depths of the underground cave.

The tall Troll with a big belly walked in front, and there was a thin black line behind his head. At the other end of the line was the death knell. These people were hiding in the magic barrier of latatosk dozens of meters away and followed him in a low-key way.

The smell in the air is getting stronger and stronger. In the underground space with poor ventilation, people always feel sticky.

The underground cave is formed naturally. The ground is not flat. If you are not careful, you may kick stalagmites when walking.

But fortunately, it is not particularly humid here. It is very different from the situation of sewers. Without the sound of water flow, people can enjoy the darkness more.

Pulling out fireworks is a very convenient toy. Unlike other fireworks, its lead is lit with water, but not with fire.

Whether it's saliva, tears or even urine, it can release this kind of fireworks smoothly. It has a lot of colors and patterns to choose from. Even because of the effect of magic, it can customize almost any desired effect.

For example, a controllable fire dragon with a short life, or a giant neon sign with "so and so smelly dung".

Of course, these are visual effects. The original fireworks do not have any lethality. Su Ming asked Miss Granger to improve this aspect, integrating almost all the trickery props visible in the market, and finally developed the whole person weapon overlord in her spare time.

At this time, those armed on the troll self explosive soldiers are. Although he looks like a troll at this time, in essence, he is both a fart pad and an itch powder.

The squirrel was half right when he said that some creatures are indeed props and chess pieces for Su Ming, but they are generally not human beings.

There was a noisy voice in front, and a little fire could be seen faintly. As a super soldier with super hearing, the supreme mage soon understood what the trolls were talking about.

They raised a huge bonfire in a wide place in the underpass, as if they were about to have dinner.

Trolls used to live in a slightly better environment than frost giants. Although they lived underground in Asgard, there were still materials for ignition, and the legendary "Troll soup" was their signature dish.

The so-called thick soup is to throw everything you can find, such as cow dung, corpses, clods, insects and so on, into a vessel, which can be a earthen pot or an iron pot. You can use whatever you have at hand.

Then add water to the pot. If there is no water, it is OK to use sewage. If there is no water, it is OK to use blood or urine. In short, it is liquid.

It doesn't need to stir or add other seasonings to boil in a high fire. Just take your own big stick and avoid other trolls from robbing the soup.

Imagine that drinking such a pot of hot soup in the dark and cold underground is a beautiful thing for the troll.

This is what Su Ming sees now. The trolls have collected some animal corpses and bark and are preparing to make soup, but they don't have suitable kitchenware.

As a warm-hearted man, Su Ming immediately stopped the self exploding soldiers ahead and spoke to the adjutant:

"Prepare a big pot for me, and then half a ton of laxative, well, mixed with nuclear radiation waste water."

"Laxative? Isn't that good?" Carol objected after hearing this, because the underpass is just one road. If the scene is too dirty, how can we get there later?

Obviously, she is not in love with the troll, but we still have to go on the road ahead.

"It's all right. Let's control the self exploder to attract the attention of the trolls. We'll stick to the wall and slip over first." Su Ming caught the huge black pot sent by the adjutant. It was full of a large pot of fluorescent green liquid. He handed the soup to the self explosive soldier and asked him to send it: "let's move."

As expected, the controlled Troll carried all kinds of fireworks and passed with a big pot. Su Ming took the opportunity to bypass this place, which was probably a guard post, and came to the rear of the enemy, that is, deeper in the tunnel.

If you don't have to hurry, let's see the effect of the whole person first.

The self explosive soldiers returned to the group with a big pot. The trolls didn't doubt where he went or where his big pot came from. They only knew that it could be used.

They took over the black pot, put it on the campfire, and began to put rotten meat and a lot of things that needed to be mosaic into it.

The green juice splashed out from the side of the pot, fell on the ground of the stone cave, and a green smoke came up. I don't know if it was an illusion. Su Ming seemed to see that the smoke turned into the shape of a skeleton for a moment.

So he said to the squirrel in silence:

"Don't use magic to do such boring things. Trolls don't care to observe the surroundings. What's the use of showing us this skeleton? It means that the soup is poisonous?"

Latatosk bared her teeth and smiled. She rubbed her palm and stuck it behind the death knell:

"People just want to help. Don't you think it's cute?"

"No, because the skeleton is not even pink." Su Ming said that only when death Barbie powder appears in the dark can it be cute: "next is the moment to witness miracles, ladies, don't be distracted."

"But the ingredients have just been cooked. Do they have to wait a while?"

Diana, who whispers, can't cook. She's probably the same as gin. She can only barbecue with bold pie.

But she also knows that when cooking things, especially stones, they can't be cooked in such a short time, or even taste.

"If there is only one troll, he will wait for a while." Su Ming squatted down with the favorite posture of the hairy bear people and looked at the number ten trolls by the pot from a distance: "but now, they are worried that others will catch the food first. This truth is like a dozen strangers eating a table with only one dish together. No one wants to eat less by themselves, so..."

That's it. If no one wants to lose, they will start first.

It should not be regarded as thick soup. It should be regarded as "dipping material". It's time to rinse it. It's safest to put the food in your stomach.

"I want to eat hot pot, too." The squirrel played with her fingers around her long hair. She began to recall the past again: "when I kill all these trolls, I'm going to Warner Heim to have a good time, but I really don't understand these creatures that use phagocytosis. Can stones really eat? There's a broken boot in the soup."

"The boots don't say you can't eat, and there's no nutritional table." The death knell glanced into the pot and noticed that the trolls were eager to start fishing for vegetables. He said, "if you haven't said anything, it's zero calories. Sooner or later, these trolls will be thin and die. It's better to die in my hands."

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