Chapter 255: The Troll Priests Strike
Every flash of that blinding red light.
Resulted in the death of over 20 trolls, with an equal number of injured.
Thanks to the 30 intelligence points and the flame damage boost from the Candle Dragon's body, when Matthew unleashed his full firepower,
Even the troll camp with over 8,000 trolls couldn't withstand such losses.
The main reason was the feeling of helplessness from only being hit without being able to retaliate, which continually lowered their morale.
The troll priests, masters of oppression and control, also knew they needed to maintain the trolls' morale.
Let these trolls kill and burn, and they would howl with excitement!
Have the trolls endure the bombardment of Fireball spells while attacking, and they could grit their teeth and bear it.
But standing still, waiting to die without resistance.
That was too much for the trolls.
To Matthew and the Bay Territory, trolls were merely abnormal.
They were just too bizarre!
They had never encountered an opponent so cunning, versatile, and formidable.
Indeed, the troll priests highly regarded Matthew and the Bay Territory's tactics!
To them, as long as the goal was achieved, these methods were undeniably effective.
But wasn't this also a form of sickness?
However, their resolve to strike was unwavering. As Matthew cast his tenth Fireball spell, Yaya sensed a deadly threat!
Dark red beams shot out from the troll camp, heading straight toward Matthew's location.
Seventh-ring spell: Vampire's Touch!
It dealt 30 life-draining damage to enemies within 200 meters, converting it into the caster's own health.
The high-level spell put immense pressure on Yaya.
Previously, she might have been unable to dodge in time and would've been directly hit.
But now was not like before.
After Matthew's special training, Yaya, who had mastered her abilities, lightly flapped her wings, twisted her body mid-air, and effortlessly avoided the attack.
Staring at the spot where the attack originated, Yaya let out an involuntary roar.
The overwhelming dragon's might spread, instantly exciting the troll priests.
For ordinary intelligent creatures, it would take thousands to attract the attention of a "god."
Like what happened at the Silvermoon River!
But for special individuals, gods often made exceptions.
What could be more pleasing to a god than sacrificing a dragon?
The ecstatic troll priests launched another attack without hesitation.
A series of sinister and twisted flesh-aligned spells roared toward Yaya.
Most of them were spells meant to bind her and restrict her flight.
Clearly, they were experienced in battle, knowing they needed to drag Yaya to the ground.
But having suffered a few losses, Yaya was prepared.
She ascended quickly before the spells reached her, flying higher.
"They've just wasted another round of spells!"
Matthew encouraged Yaya through their mental link, guiding her against the troll priests.
Moving forward, only a few individuals could pose a threat to Yaya, primarily casters capable of fighting in the air.
Hence, this was a perfect opportunity for Yaya to adapt and grow rapidly as planned.
Instead of fleeing after climbing, Yaya dove back down at full speed.
"Against spellcasters, you must strike unexpectedly; never let them prepare."
"There's a saying: a prepared spellcaster is the most dangerous."
Yaya clearly heeded this advice, diving straight at the central troll priest.
She unleashed her dragon's might, pouring it out like a tangible force.
It was the first time Yaya fully displayed her ferocity since she began fighting!
The immense pressure pinned all the trolls to the ground.
Only the troll priests, glowing with a bloody aura, stood calmly.
The troll priest stared coldly at the descending Yaya, raising his staff without hesitation.
A massive red hand shot up, reaching out to grab Yaya.
"Seventh-ring spell: Greater Grasping Hand!"
Alongside the approaching hand, two more dark red beams flew toward Yaya.
Yaya dodged two beams, but the last one struck her.
Crack!
Her reinforced spell shield shattered, and the residual force tore a sizeable wound on her body.
Faced with the giant hand, Yaya took a deep breath and unleashed her breath attack.
Whoosh!
Banishment Breath!
The Grasping Hand vanished, revealing the troll priest's shocked face.
Yaya didn't hesitate, swiping her claws while Matthew, slightly injured, tossed another Fireball spell.
The dazzling flames engulfed the troll priest, slamming him against his fire shield.
Boom!
The intense explosion blasted the troll priest back; he instinctively took a step back, glaring coldly at Yaya.
Crack!
Yaya's sharp claws slashed at the red shield.
The shield shattered into fiery sparks, failing to penetrate Yaya's scales.
Seeing Yaya's gaping maw, the troll priest roared, his tattered clothes tearing as his body expanded into a grotesque monster.
Eighth-ring spell: Flesh Distortion!
This terrifying spell from an evil god was the troll priests' ultimate weapon to control the troll horde!
Bang!
Yaya and the troll priest collided.
The troll priest was knocked to the ground.
Yaya's sharp claws tore through his muscles, but the wounds healed rapidly.
The immense force from his body sent him crashing to the ground.
At that moment, the other troll priests completed their twisted transformations and charged at her.
This time, Yaya didn't evade. Her body shimmered with magical light, enhanced by spells like "Power Boost," "Swift," and "Sharpness."
She nimbly leapt aside, dodging the attacks of several mutated troll priests.
Yaya landed with a sharp growl, slowly turning to observe the roaring, mutated trolls.
Matthew watched the madness growing in their eyes and couldn't help but take a deep breath:
"So, this is the power given by the evil gods?"
Their state was remarkably similar to the Flesh Distortion triggered by the Scarlet Moon, evoking a familiar feeling in Matthew.
This sense of familiarity made him take a deep breath.
"It's true—no matter the era, gods are like parasites, ever-present!"