The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 35's scolding was really good.
As the wreckage of the truck splattered on his back, Tang Qi pinched his thigh, letting the brief pain dispel his fear, and quickly rolled to the side.

A figure suddenly darted out from the rubble and dust of the truck.

The black snake leaped and landed right in front of Tang Qi, not bothering to explain further:
Give me the chisel!

Tang Qi noticed that the long yoke on Black Snake's shoulder was already broken and tattered.

With a simple push of his shoulder, he flung the broken planks to the ground.

The moment the spiked club struck the truck, Black Snake dodged and, using the gust of wind generated by the club, shattered the long yoke on his shoulder.

Although his hands were still tightly handcuffed, he was much more flexible than before.

Tang Qi hurriedly rummaged through his bag and threw the chisel to him. Black Snake caught it quickly and used it to pierce through his own shackles.

With a "crack," the chisel struck the point where the chains were linked, snapping the chains in two.

Using the same trick again, after knocking off the shackles of Tang Qi and Kulu, he immediately gave the order:
"Go find the key to the handcuffs, and my knife!"

"Roar--"

As soon as the black snake finished speaking, the dust kicked up by the flour had just dissipated.

Before the troll, two tall and one short figures were already clearly visible.

Its roar was like thunder.

Before they could even reach the target, the arrow behind them had already parted the dust and flew towards them in a silvery arc.

They were powerful and fast enough, but they couldn't outrun the black snake that had broken free of its shackles.

The instant he saw the arrow coming from, he twisted his waist and flipped over, narrowly dodging it.

Alarm bells rang in Tang Qi's mind.

But he lacked the Black Serpent's agility; he could only grab the edge of the kobold's long yoke and use it to shield himself.
"Rua!?"

Although the kobold was short, the wooden plank that enclosed most of his body served as the best shield.

Because of Tang Qi's "alertness," the arrows seemed to have drawn predetermined trajectories in his mind, allowing him to predict their approach.

Several barbed arrows flew towards Kuru, coming within inches of his skin, before striking the wooden plank with a series of thuds.

Kulu was terrified, tears welling in his eyes, and he cried out in distress:

"Humans, you're evil!"

"Stop dawdling, the chisel can't pierce its skin!"

The black snake gave a word of instruction, then bent low and ran off quickly.

He was so fast that he left almost only a blur in the white mist.

Although his hands were bound, he was unaffected by gripping an iron chisel tightly.

The troll's spiked club whistled past, the resulting wind pressure creating trails in the white mist, landing near the black snake's ear and vibrating his eardrums.

He wasn't panicked; he slid in and slid under the troll's legs.

Holding his breath, ignoring the stench of decay and filth emanating from it, he landed on its shoulder, shoving the iron chisel into the back of its head—

"Puch!"

The chisel pierced his skull solidly, and as he withdrew, thick blood splattered into his nasal cavity.

If he were facing an ordinary human being, this would be enough to take his life.

But the troll just roared and seemed completely unaffected, turning around and sweeping his club to drive the flea off his shoulder back to the ground.

Before it could turn around, the black snake landed lightly, catching a glimpse of the bloody hole piercing the back of its head, the flesh inside the wound beginning to writhe inward. It couldn't help but spit inwardly:
"Did you come after you had eaten?"

Trolls have a voracious appetite and can easily devour a 400-kilogram wild boar in one meal.

The increased food intake not only results in a bloated stomach, but also a near-immortal self-healing ability.

The second head of this troll was probably the one that had grown back after its head had been cut off—

Only burning or corroding their wounds can interrupt the healing of the skin and flesh.

As Tang Qi fled towards the camp, he saw the wolf sever a troll's arm, and yellow-green fleshy growths instantly surged from the wound.

He also understood that self-healing requires energy, and the higher the efficiency of healing, the stronger the feeling of fullness.

Trolls only actively seek food when they are hungry.

So, Tang Qi quickened his pace, still speechless with astonishment:
"Could it be that there's someone else behind them!?"

The mercenaries under Wolf's command are well-trained, and a rising star is maintaining the situation.

As a result, apart from sporadic arrow rain, the camp has not encountered any threats.

Tang Qi relied on his "Vigilance" ability to evade danger, dodging arrows and breaking into the most magnificent tent in the camp.

"who!?"

Upon realizing that Tang Qi had intruded, Hu Si immediately drew a rapier from his waist, put it behind his back with one hand, and stood ready for battle.

Although he was not of noble birth, he followed in his father's footsteps, loyally serving the Mel family, and received the best education. His upright posture clearly indicated he had mastered the art of court swordsmanship.

Tang Qi, unwilling to engage in conflict, immediately clarified his needs:
"I apologize for disturbing you two, but the situation outside is urgent. I need the blazing glue, the handcuff key, and Black Serpent's scimitar."

Huss frowned and stepped in front of Merard to block him:
"How did you manage to break free of your shackles?! And why are you asking about our weapons?"

He heard the trolls roar, but he didn't think it was a problem that the mercenaries outside the tents couldn't solve.

So she remained relatively calm and subconsciously refused Tang Qi's request.

Tang Qi understood his attitude and patiently explained:

"That group of trolls was being led by someone, and they might even just be the vanguard..."

"Impossible! The Dawn Forest is shrouded in mist. How could a large army appear without seeing through the illusion?"

Do you think this is the southern battlefield?
Those were clearly just hungry trolls out hunting; they couldn't possibly be a match for the mercenaries.

Tang Qi did not have enough evidence to convince them.

Too lazy to waste time, I simply said:

"You can save your nonsense for after everything is over."

"You bastard, watch your words!"

"clank--"

He suddenly swept down two intense chords on his lute, and then sang:

"Fuck you, you idiot! I don't need you to decide what I do!"
No one will bear the consequences of your stubbornness. Now answer my question—

Tell me where the key and weapon are!

"you!"

Tang Qi's 'lyrics' were really crude. Having been influenced by aristocratic manners, how could Huss tolerate others' insults?

He was about to raise his rapier high.

But when he looked into the eyes of the poet in front of him, he felt that the poet was somewhat like an old friend from his youth.
In the blink of an eye, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood.

At that time, he was a mischievous student, learning the most basic etiquette of serving nobles under the care of an old butler.

He was severely reprimanded by his kind teacher for not holding the knife and fork properly.

He felt ashamed when he realized he had done something wrong.

Now, this feeling of guilt has resurfaced in his heart once again.

As a result, Tang Qi's insults no longer seemed rude and harsh.

This is perhaps what the old steward meant by 'honest advice is hard to hear':

"you you--"

Huss stammered, put down his rapier, and tossed a bunch of keys to Tang Qi.

"My friend, that was a great rebuke; it woke me up."

I cannot risk hurting the young master by going out to verify the truth.

But I can see that you are also concerned about the young master's safety—

The prisoner's scimitar should still be in that mage's tent.

Kuru blinked his bewildered eyes.

It knows what 'idiot' means.

So, if you call a nobleman a "fool," they'll obediently listen to you?
Humans are really strange...

Huss was actually unaware of the situation outside.

Tang Qi's "art of making friends" influenced his judgment, making him realize the urgency of the situation.

He didn't care that the steward held a grudge afterward:

"Which direction?"

"The one furthest from the campfire said he needed a quiet place when he was studying the classics."

"Where's the incandescent glue?"

"In the box by the campfire."

Tang Qi roughly determined the direction and at the same time used the key to unlock Kuru's handcuffs:

"Kuru, I'm going to get the Blazing Glue."

You can't find your way in this fog, so don't even think about running away. Go and get the Black Serpent's knife.

Then, we'll leave this awful place together!

(End of this chapter)