Chapter 51 - Be Careful! A Dangerous Sand Troll

Chapter 51 - Be Careful! A Dangerous Sand Troll

"Boss, spare her life!"
Jack hurriedly pleaded on his girlfriend's behalf.
"I'm not planning on killing anyone."
Klein turned his head expressionlessly and said, "I'll let you down first."
As he ate the Black Vine fruit, he untied the spider silk for the two of them.
After the two of them untied themselves, they stretched their limbs and heaved a sigh of relief.
It felt pretty good to have survived a disaster.
Of course...
They were still not out of danger yet.
Bigshot Klein's temper was unpredictable, so they didn't know what he was going to do for the time being!
"Bigshot, these are runes."
Jack squeezed out a smile, unwilling to hand over two runes.
Sigh, he was blackmailed by the bigshot!
There was no other way.
The situation was better than being killed.
Furthermore, he had indeed been saved by Klein.
With that thought in mind, Jack felt much more comfortable.
At the very least, the other party didn't directly kill him and steal his treasure.
Klein took the wind and fire runes.
After checking the goods, he put them into his bag.
"I said that I'm trading with you. After all, I'm an honest and fair businessman. You don't have to trade with me, and I won't force you...".
The shiny runic blade danced in front of the two of them.
"Based on the current market price, I'll give you two pieces of meat, or one piece of meat with 400 ml of water. Choose one."
Klein planned to use the Single-Horned Sand Hound meat from the meat farm to trade.
Two pieces of meat for two runes. The other party would lose out a little.
There had to be some compensation for saving his life.
...
Jack nearly thought that he had misheard.
After pondering for a while, he chose meat and water.
Jack finally snapped out of his daze when he saw the meat in his hand.
Holy shit, the boss wasn't bluffing!
Looking at the piece of meat again, the score was quite high, and the taste wasn't bad either.
Although it seemed like he was trying to force a deal, he wasn't angry at all.
Klein ignored the two of them and took the little fox to the side to rest.
The runic egg was naturally taken away by Klein, so Jack and Angela didn't dare to have any objections.
He finished eating the Black Vine fruit before heading to the next catacombs.
He continued digging to the left.
Klein observed the mud wall on the left without leaving a trace.
The map indicated the presence of crypt creatures.
[There's a Bronze Treasure Chest in the catacomb on the left. Now isn't the time to enter. There's a Sand Troll patrolling its territory. Don't easily provoke it, or it'll keep chasing after you. It'll smash you into a meat patty.]
"Sand Troll?
Klein's heart skipped a beat.
There seemed to be a record in the illustrated handbook.
"Open the illustrated handbook and search for Sand Trolls."
The interface immediately switched to the illustrated list.
An ugly creature with a big nose appeared on the interface.
..
[Sand Trolls: Tough skin, with a strong body and terrifying strength. The weapon they use is usually a large iron rod or a large wooden rod. They can easily beat the crypt creatures into meat patties.
They possess an extremely strong territorial awareness, and they often patrol a few territories. If they encounter an intruder, they will not hesitate to charge, and one side will definitely die. Their big noses allow them to have excellent tracking.
Their ability allows them to find traces even if the enemy burrows into the soil. With their inborn accuracy in throwing, even flying creatures will not be able to gain an advantage in front of them.]
[Ability: Hardening Skin]
[Weakness: Boorish brain isn't very bright.]
[Danger Factor: 48]
Check the details of the ability.
[Hardening Skin: Instantly makes the skin extremely hard. Lasts for one minute. Cooldown time: 60 minutes.]
Klein only looked at the danger factor and his brows were already knitted.
It was more dangerous than any crypt creature he had ever encountered.
If the Sand Troll didn't have the ability to throw, Klein could rely on a floating propeller to deal with it .
Since there was a hint of danger, it was best not to act rashly. He would wait for the Sand Troll to leave the crypt before going in.
Klein made up his mind.
For the next hour or so, Klein kept his eyes on the left crypt. The Sand Troll hadn't left yet.
The other two had just had a soul-stirring experience and only wanted to rest for the time being.
The two of them quietly observed Klein.
Just now, Klein had already dug a tunnel, but there had been no movement after that. The two of them didn't understand what Klein wanted to do.
Suddenly, Klein stood up.
"The Sand Trolls has left!"
His eyes flashed.
The golden words prompted him that the Sand Troll had dug a layer and disappeared from the left side of the catacomb.
"Little Fox, let's go."
Klein rushed into the tunnel.
Little Fox quickly chased after him.
Through the black membrane, they arrived at the thirty-sixth catacomb!
Klein quickly scanned the area.
There were no signs of excavation on the earth walls in the five directions. It was likely that the Sand Troll had returned to its original place after passing through the black membrane.
There were large footprints all over the ground. It was impossible to tell where the Sand Troll was heading.
There was no bronze treasure chest on the ground, but there were some supplies.
"Up there."
Klein noticed a large protruding rock above him. He could vaguely see the bronze treasure chest.
Phew!
The air propeller brought with it the wind.
Klein arrived in the sky.
He grabbed the bronze treasure chest and threw it into the runic base.
He quickly returned to the ground and continued digging at the earthen wall in front of him.
The passageway continued to extend.
There was a silver treasure chest in the next catacomb!
The black membrane appeared.
Klein checked the prompt as per usual.
[There's a Silver Treasure Chest in the catacomb ahead. Now isn't the time to enter. There's a Sand Troll patrolling its territory. Don't provoke it easily, or it'll keep chasing you.]
Klein's eyelids twitched.
So the Sand Troll had entered the catacomb in front of him.
Now, he could only continue waiting.
If the Sand Troll suddenly returned to this place...
Klein's face sank.
He had to think of a foolproof plan.
The Sand Troll had an excellent sense of smell. This wasn't easy to handle!