Fear from the bottom of his heart, the unwillingness of unachieved goals, and the desire for survival all drove the Troll Overlord to utter these words.
"Yo ho? It's rare to find such a spineless one!"
With a sneer, Beelzebub was about to make his move.
No matter what the Troll had in mind, as soon as he got a taste of the Paralyzing Potion, his condition would be affected.
By then, wouldn't he be at their mercy?
"Hold on, tie him up!"
A clear voice came from behind Beelzebub, and the Troll Overlord, who had been in utter despair, watched the towering figure of the Arcanist with disbelief.
It was him!
Indeed it was him!
The Troll Overlord didn't hesitate to kowtow, speaking in the slightly odd-sounding common tongue:
"Great Arcane Master, please hear me out, I can have all Trolls surrender immediately!"
Beelzebub, who had been forced to stop his blade mid-swing, considered the "fearful of death" Troll Overlord thoughtfully and murmured with a smack of his lips:
