The combination of nuclear wastewater and laxatives was a two-pronged assault of physics and chemistry. Trolls might have sturdy digestive systems, but as flesh-and-blood creatures, they were bound to get diarrhea.
No matter how good their digestion was, they shouldn't be drinking nuclear wastewater. It wasn't like they were Japanese.
One Troll who had just eaten a piece of bark was still chewing, seemingly savoring the texture of the dipping sauce. Then his face suddenly turned green, then red, then black. Within a few seconds, his face shifted through several colors like a rainbow.
In truth, the squirrel was still causing trouble. She had made the poisoning effects visible according to the victims' expressions, illustrating the emotional journey of a poisoned Troll.
As far as Su Ming was concerned, Trolls did not have as many thoughts as Light Elves. Their thoughts must have been especially simple right now—My stomach hurts.
For monsters whose minds differed little from beasts, there was only one solution to a stomachache.
"Boom! Crackle crackle."
"Boom! Crackle crackle."
"Boom! Crackle crackle."
It was like a crowd setting off firecrackers together. One Troll after another collapsed, then uncontrollably began the process of "setting themselves free."
Diana and Carol could not bear to look once they heard the noises. They turned away, because this was not something normal people should watch.
Yet Deathstroke and the mischievous squirrel beside them watched with rapt attention. They even commented on which Troll had the best aim and sprayed into a teammate's mouth, and which one had the strongest blast, leaving a little crater in the rock wall with the jet.
They were like a host and guest commentator covering some sporting event.
Yes, Su Ming knew that the methods he was displaying were indeed crude, but Ratatoskr happened to love this