"No!" Varokar was shocked and angry when he saw Atadin about to strike Galen.
He was filled with regret. If he had seen through Atadin's deception earlier and hadn't taken that step back, the prince wouldn't have been in danger.
On the other side, Omar advanced towards the witch doctor, who could only rely on the staff in his hand to defend himself. At this moment, Omar also realized the danger Galen was in, turned around, and handed over the injured witch doctor, wanting to rush back to rescue Galen.
They were guard members personally selected by the prince. If the prince were killed by trolls in front of them, they would not only betray the prince's trust in them, but they would also have no face to return to Stromgarde.
At that critical moment, with the battle axe approaching, the frog prince opened his frog eyes as big as green beans, with a look of concentration. If they didn't know the frog was their own prince, Varokar and Omar wouldn't have believed that a frog could have such a serious expression.
The frog leaped to the side to avoid the battle axe's attack. The axe fell to the ground, splashing a lot of dirt and stones.
Varokar and Omar felt their hearts calm down a little, and the frog prince jumped from its short squatting position into a rebounding stance. Its long green legs left an indelible impression on the minds of the two guards.
The things that surprised Varokar and Omar had not yet ended. The moment the frog prince landed on the ground, a soft pop was heard, and a cloud of smoke rose from the spot. The fog was not large and only covered the frog and Atadin who was next to the frog.
Just when they were still wondering what was happening, the smoke slowly dissipated, and two figures appeared in the field.
In the smoke, Atadin was still holding the giant axe and smashing it into the ground. He didn't expect that the person who was bewitched by witchcraft could break free from the strange feeling of body reshaping so quickly, and the frog jumped too fast. He didn't have time to retract his move and could only slam his attack into the ground.
The other person was Galen. He had broken free from the witch doctor's transformation spell on his own. At this moment, he held a greatsword and thrust 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 sword in 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 severed by the greatsword.
With a gush of blood spurting from his mouth, Atadin was filled with regret and unwillingness as he took his last breath.
He thought it was a simple hunting mission. This level-seven being was a great warrior who had entered the tribe's ruling class. It was a waste of his talent to come here to collect supplies for the sacrifice ceremony. Moreover, they were in an area far 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 Galen, who was controlled in the quilt, and that he might be able to reverse the situation soon. But all of this happened too quickly. Just as he raised his head, he saw Atadin die and 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 in front of him did not allow him to think carefully and suppress his doubts. He was the only surviving troll on the field, while the human side had three powerful warriors, and those human soldiers were only knocked down and did not die.
It was already too late to save the situation. He had to escape before the 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 his view and quickly ran out of the camp, about to disappear into the night.
Omar and Varokar were negligent for a moment, their attention focused on the prince who was out of danger, and they neglected the last troll, who actually let him escape.
But Galen didn't, he secretly hated the spellcaster who turned him into a frog. He even has some after-effects now. In addition to the physical pain, 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.
Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Galen pulled out his sword and chased after him.
In the corner of the tent, Galen saw a spear thrown and stuck diagonally into the ground. He immediately reached out, pulled it out, and held it in his hand.
When they chased to the edge of the camp, Galen saw that the troll witch doctor had stumbled and run nearly thirty meters. He held the spear with his backhand, aimed at his target, and with all his strength, threw the spear out.
The spear flew and hit the troll's right shoulder. The huge force sent him flying two steps. The spear penetrated his body, and the front end plunged into the ground.
Seeing that he had hit the target, Galen rushed forward with his greatsword in hand, and Varokar caught up with him. Following Galen, even though 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 down 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 piercing his shoulder was supporting him from falling to the ground.
At this moment, the troll witch doctor's blood flowed all over the ground. Omar's battle axe had cut open a wound in his abdomen, and then his right shoulder was pierced by the spear thrown by Galen.
Seeing Galen and Varokar approaching and walking in front of him, he looked at them resentfully, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then roared unwillingly.
Galen didn't waste time saying words to him. He perfectly demonstrated his cruelty and reserve by swinging his sword and cutting off the witch doctor's head.
Legendary!
Oh wow, he started by jumping and charging at Galen's camp gate, and finally threw spears, killing a total of eight trolls, successfully becoming a god by stealing heads.
Omar had gathered five soldiers after carrying the troll witch doctor's body back to the camp.
Galen examined the conditions of the five men. Two soldiers had their arms holding shields broken because they tried to block Atadin head-on. The other three only had some scratches, which did not affect their overall movements.
Galen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there were no deaths. All the guard members were selected by Galen himself. They had developed feelings for each other after so many years of getting along. Galen didn't want them to die here.
He ordered Omar to lead three soldiers with relatively minor injuries to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils.
Galen added some firewood to the bonfire and sat down beside it, while Varokar helped two soldiers with broken bones treat their injuries.
Sitting by the bonfire, the orange flames swayed in the night wind, illuminating Galen's face. Varokar, a rough man, was so clumsy in tying a simple splint to fix the soldiers' broken bones that the two men grimaced.
Galen rested his chin on one hand and unconsciously stroked the hilt of his sword with the other, already lost in his own thoughts.