First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

“These trolls are indeed completely controlled by the void, they only have instincts…” Facing the troll’s fist that came down, Ator did not dodge or evade, but took the blow head-on with his face.

With a thud, the first troll that launched the attack was knocked away by its fists, as if an ordinary person had hit a nail with a hammer. Its expression was painful, and for a moment it did not know which hand to cover first.

"That's it?" Ato curled his lip. "The old witch spent dozens of times more on food, which wasn't a waste, but it's still far from being as good as the Darkin!"

Taking advantage of the troll's half-second moment of vulnerability, Ato casually swung his sword, splitting the troll's body in two.

He was the best-developed individual in the dungeon, which is why he was able to get close to his "prey" first.

This troll was much taller than average, nearly ten meters in height. When attacked by the Darkin, it could only turn into blood and flesh, which then merged into the demon sword.

"Hmm? The troll race..."

Before Atto could fully appreciate it, the second troll arrived, his target being Riven.

Riven had long been curious about these monsters. She planted the Darkin Halberd in the ground, pressed it down with her ten fingers, and made a crisp cracking sound.

The troll slammed down with both fists, but Riven blocked them with one hand each, exclaiming in surprise, "So light!"

After finishing her rant, she grabbed the troll's wrist, which was a meter in diameter, and threw it over her shoulder.

The force was so great that it killed the troll instantly, and half of its body collapsed from the impact.

After dealing with the vanguard, hundreds of trolls rushed in.

"I'll do it! It's been so long since I've had a truly satisfying battle since I became a Darkin user!"

"Of course, that monster called the King of Ruin, who shattered my rune sword in one hit, doesn't count!"

Riven still remembered that defeat, let out a battle cry, and charged in with the Darkin Halberd, Tarosh.

She was only 1.7 meters tall, looking tiny compared to the trolls who averaged over 5 meters in height.

But the little one slaughtered the trolls.

The moment they landed, five trolls that tried to stop them were smashed into mincemeat.

"My touch is coming!" Riven laughed.

Ator's mind raced. These troll corpses might be of great use to the Darkin, and the Demonblade already felt an instinctive urge to retrieve them.

Unlike those animals, the flesh and blood of trolls are very similar to those of humans and are rich in spirituality. Although their blood is not very pure, they have the advantage of being huge, storing a lot of blood, and being able to absorb it.

The first individual that was cut in half merged into the demonic sword, absorbing enough flesh and blood to be equivalent to a dozen or twenty ordinary humans!

As for the remaining corruption in their bodies, there is no need to worry; the amount is negligible for the Darkin.

Now Ator looks at trolls differently. They're not just ferocious monsters anymore; they're walking blood bags!

Riven had already charged into the troll horde and was fighting fiercely. Her two-meter-long halberd was not even as big as the palm of some of the larger trolls, but she didn't care. She let the heavy punches land on her body without taking a step back. Only the ground she was standing on sank a few centimeters.

Seeing that his fists were ineffective, the troll roared, lowered his head and tried to bite with his fangs, but Riven grabbed him with one hand, easily tore off his jaw, and thrust his heavy halberd straight into his heart.

The death of their companions did not deter the trolls. The idea of ​​survival of the fittest was deeply rooted in their tribe. Death meant that you were weak and should be kicked to death. Only those who survived were the strong!

The spreading stench of blood ignited the trolls' inherent ferocity, even drawing in several of Ator's companions—the two dead ones beside him had been devoured so thoroughly by the Demon Sword that not a single drop of blood remained.

Ato was closing his eyes slightly, enjoying the nourishment his body from the fresh blood and flesh.

“Taking them one by one is too troublesome!” Riven frowned, and a red light, like a silver snake, coiled around the heavy halberd. Tarosh's weapon suddenly grew to five or six meters in length. “Let's begin…”

"I learned this trick from someone else, the windmill!"

Riven's body spun rapidly in place, at a speed comparable to a fan at full speed, instantly creating a whirlwind within the dungeon.

No troll could get within five meters of her; the moment they made contact, their bodies tore apart, limbs separated, and flesh and blood flew everywhere in the dungeon.

Attracted by the noise, Ato opened his eyes, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Isn't this someone's skill...? Did they get annoyed by this move on the battlefield before, so they learned it on the spot? Hey! Be careful not to get dizzy from spinning around!"

"But then again, using E to clear minions is really fast, you can take down both the enemies and the minions at the same time..."

Meanwhile, at the top floor of Frostguard Fortress.

Seeing his mistress leading the remaining Iceborn out of the teleportation array, High Priest Loraka quickly asked, "What's the situation down there?"

Lissandra, devastated by the heavy losses, was in a bad mood: "They have indeed been corrupted by the Void, and there is no way to salvage them. I've left them to deal with."

Loraka's heart skipped a beat. Those were over a hundred elite trolls! Even a thousand Iceborn with magical abilities would have no choice but to flee upon encountering them, let alone those two outsiders…

Just then, a loud bang came from underground, and the tremors that had just stopped started again. Some people were caught off guard and fell to their deaths.

"This...this..." Loraka stammered, "Mistress, the fortress won't collapse, will it? What if it affects those below..."

“If the opponent is a hundred or so trolls, they won’t need to use much power,” Lissandra reassured her. “The foundation of Frostguard Fortress was built by me using True Ice, so it won’t be easily destroyed.”

“They are smart people. Destroying my fortress and affecting the seal will not do them any good.”

Loraka nodded. There was nothing he could do now but wait anxiously, wiping away his cold sweat.

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared in the wall of the fortress, and an inverted triangular head poked its head in through the window.

Anaka sensed something, leaped off the Howling Stone Bridge, and clung to the wall of Frostguard Fortress.

"Lissandra, the general is fighting. Take me to the general's side," she said urgently.

After spending these years together, Lissandra knew that Anakka was unyielding when it came to matters involving the Grand General, and nothing she said would make a difference.

She enveloped the other person in magic and sent them to the troll dungeon.

After finishing this task, Lissandra was about to leave when she suddenly turned back and "looked" at the Iceborn she had brought back.

"The number seems to be a few less than before... Is it just my imagination? High Priest, count the number of survivors, we need the exact number!"

After obtaining information from Zoranny, Lissandra felt that no detail should be overlooked.

This troublesome enemy possesses illusion and the ability to control others. They are fully capable of changing their appearance to blend in with the Iceborn and controlling several people to conceal their actions.

“Yes, Mistress.” Loraka faithfully accepted the order.

Inside the dungeon, as soon as Anaka landed, she saw a whirlwind meat grinder reaping the lives of the trolls, yet the trolls still rushed towards it like moths to a flame, seemingly wanting to see who could survive under such conditions.

Their intelligence was already low, and after being corrupted by the void, they lost even the most basic sense of danger avoidance.

Ato held up the demonic sword, its blade radiating red light, turning the shattered limbs into blood vapor, which he then sucked into in a whirlwind.