Chapter 354: Troll Camp

Trundle enjoys his days.
As the king of the trolls of Freyrad, Trundle can be said to be "under one person, above ten thousand people".
Although he had to submit to the blood of the frost, for a guy like Trundle, surrendering to the strong was never a shameful thing. The law of weak meat and strong food is such a red fruit on the frost tundra in Freyrad, Enough to make Trundle lose his few morals, as well as optional restraint.
But having said that, Trundle’s life after surrender was pretty good-compared to the bitter hahadi planing in the snow in the Freyrad tundra, it is obviously better to accept human sacrifice as a mercenary select.
Although not all trolls are convinced of Trundle's leadership, because Trundle's combat power is the strongest, so far no dead guy has come out to make trouble.
As the king of trolls, Trundle's opponents clearly understood the minds of many trolls.
After all, there is no shortage of guys who miss the glory of the old world in this world-yes, in the traditional understanding of the vast majority of Freirdord's intelligent creatures, trolls are true descendants of demigods!
Demigod descendants...hehe.
Thinking of the legends with noses and eyes he heard, Trundle waved a huge popsicle mallet in his hand, summoned a huge throne of ice, and sat down.
The glory of the past is only the past after all, and for the happiness of the present, Trundle does not mind bowing to the strong!
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Looking at the troll sitting on the icicle with a popsicle in the distance, Rod scratched his head annoyedly.
It stinks.
Such a long distance is so stinky, the body odor of the trolls really makes Rod feel intolerable-this is true in Azeroth, and it is also true in Varoland.
In addition, the presence of Trundle also made Rod's inexplicable egg hurt-not a double name, this is the real troll king.
Although he hadn't fought with Trundle, Rhode could feel that he was a cunning guy.
Because all the information shows that the trolls can be kings are cunning guys.
When mankind has not yet set foot on the Great Froldard Glacier, the ice trolls are already living on this land.
At that time, the troll was still the actual ruler of the entire Freilzhud, and the king of the troll was also a veritable King of Freilzhud!
The trolls united together surrendered to their own king, and the surrender and belief of a race made the power of the troll king rapidly expand in a nearly god-like manner-in that era, the troll king was Frey One of the symbols of Erzhuod's power.
Throughout the history of Freyrad, the most famous king of trolls is named Guablac, and he is an ugly enough guy-and among trolls, the more ugly the troll, the more cunning, The more lucky.
The cunning and lucky Guablac once passed the test of the demigod Orn and found the creator.
The purpose of Guablac is to find Orne to build a door for himself, a door that no one-no troll-can open to store his treasures.
Orne was busy with his forging work at the time, so he was not willing to agree to this boring request.
In Orn's view, Guablac is strong enough, but he is very boring.
In this case, the cunning Guablac took the traditional troll trick-betting.
Guablac’s gamble is very simple, two barrels of troll mead, the first drink to win-if Guablac wins, Orne will build a door for him; otherwise, Guablac will need to turn around Leaving, no longer entangled, the previous demigod test was also declared invalid.
Orne likes to drink, and no one can drink Orne-so he agreed to bet.
It's a pity that the trolls never be honest when they bet. Just when they took honey wine, Guablac added Zhen Bing to the barrel of Orne.
Zhen Bing is a precious ice that appears only near the lair of Evinia. It is a compressed body and essence of ice. Under the same volume, the weight of Zhen Bing is hundreds of times that of ice cubes.
It is a pity that Orne, who has been forging for years and has great power, did not find Zhen Bing in the first time.
Orne and Guablac raised the barrel at the same time, and Orne drank faster—but unfortunately, the ice in his wine was constantly melting, so the barrel of wine was almost endless.
When Guablac dumped the barrel over and said that he had drunk it, Orn discovered the Zhenbing, and then realized that he was fooled.
On the one hand, Orne was unable to break the gambling contract because of the demigod's dignity. On the other hand, he was in a disgust with the troll and was reluctant to accept such obedient forging-but soon, Orne found A solution.
The Great Glacier's forge fire burned for a whole month-for a month, Orn's fire was endless day and night, and he really forged a terrible enough door.
This door is almost completely magically immune, and it is solid and reliable enough. When I saw this door, even if it was picky, such as Guablac, it was a moment of joy.
Soon, Orne completed the installation of the gate-this gate was installed on the mountainside, outside the treasure house of Guablac.
The gate carved with the ram's head is exquisite and gorgeous, and most importantly, no one-or troll-can open it.
Even the nominal owner of this door, Guablac, is the same.
That's right, after being put together by Guablac, Orne revenge wisely. He forged exactly according to Guablac's requirements, but he took advantage of the loopholes in Guablac's own language. The king of trolls was crying without tears.
Because no one could open the door, Guablac failed to see his baby again in this life, and the trolls gradually fell apart, becoming small tribes scattered in various places throughout Freilzhud.