Troll brains were too small, their cranial capacity insufficient. Even with something so simple, he could not carry out even a slightly more complicated acting plan.
There was no other way. He could only use Strangle's "line" to control him remotely, like manipulating a puppet on strings, guiding the Troll back into the depths of the burrow.
The tall, pot-bellied Troll walked ahead, a thin black thread connected to the back of his head. The other end was held by Deathstroke. The group hid within Ratatoskr's Illusion Magic barrier dozens of meters away, following quietly behind.
The stench in the air grew stronger and stronger. In an underground space with poor ventilation like this, it always made one feel sticky all over.
The burrow had formed naturally, and the ground was uneven. If one was not careful, they might kick a stalagmite while walking.
Fortunately, it was not particularly damp here. It was completely different from a sewer; without the sound of flowing water, the darkness was actually easier to enjoy.
Effortless Fireworks were a very convenient toy. Unlike other fireworks, their fuses were lit with water. Fire would not work instead.
Saliva, tears, even urine could set off these fireworks without issue. They came in countless colors and patterns, and thanks to magic, could be customized into nearly any effect desired.
For example, a controllable fire dragon with a brief lifespan, or a giant neon sign reading, "So-and-so, you stinking pile of crap."
Of course, those were merely visual effects. The original fireworks had no destructive power. That was the aspect Su Ming had asked Miss Granger to improve. By integrating nearly every prank item available on the market, she had finally developed the Prank Weapon Overlord in her spare time.
Those were what had been armed onto the