he came from the void

Faced with such a situation, Trundle turned his brains sharply.He relied on the bone-crushing stick to convince the crowd. Without the stick, he couldn't control this group of trolls with his brain alone, especially the group of big trolls who didn't like to use their brains.

Before getting back the stick, he can't be too big.

"You also went to join Lissandra?" Trundle asked tentatively.

"almost."

"That's convenient." Trundle said: "It's not a big deal. I'll take you to see Lissandra. You just need to drop by and follow me to another troll tribe. They are a little disobedient , do not recognize me as the king of trolls, so I have to teach those disobedient trolls a lesson, otherwise the matter will be out of control. Moreover, this is also Lissandra's request."

Chapter 642 Ancient Troll Avatar

"Lissandra's request? Be specific." Kahn pressed the bone crushing rod to the ground, the cold air filled the air, and the contact part was immediately frozen.He looked at Trundle, and suddenly wanted to try whether the Iceborn would also be frozen into ice sculptures by Zhen Frozen.

"I became the king of trolls not only because I wanted to be, but also because Lissandra supported it. She wanted to use me to unify the troll tribe." Trundle pointed at the bone crushing stick that Kahn had snatched, and gestured Said: "In exchange, she asked me to send her a batch of trolls every once in a while."

"What does she want these trolls for?" Thinking of Lissandra's previous actions, Kahn felt that these trolls who could not return were probably sacrificed.

"I don't know, and I don't care." Trundle shook his head: "I just took this opportunity to eliminate dissidents and send away those disobedient, incomprehensible, or threatening trolls, leaving Keep those wise trolls by your side."

Trundle won't leave smart trolls alone, he thinks they're going to make a big mess sooner or later.

"But after doing this a few times, even the silly trolls know how to be wary of me, so I turned my attention from the trolls around me to the tribes of trolls who have not yet surrendered. I will kill them, and then I will kill those who don't obey Send the trolls you manage to Frostguard Citadel, killing two birds with one stone."

"How do you deal with an entire horde without the help of other trolls?" Kai'Sa asked.

Trundle raised a hand and clenched his fist tightly, as if winning.He said: "If you can't get it, get it out of your wits; if you can't get it out of the way, get it with your strength."

"By the way?"

"That's right, that tribe is on the only way to Frostguard Fortress."

"Sure, then I'll see how you get it." Kahn threw the bone crushing stick back, and the True Ice stick twirled twice in the air before being caught by Trundle.

Kahn looked at his frozen arms and hit the wall with his elbow, and the ice flakes off in pieces.

"If you want to prepare something, go quickly."

……

Although the troll race is stupid, they never do things sloppily. Soon Trundle came out and took Kahn and the two to another troll tribe in a blizzard.

And what he had prepared was nothing but his faithful partner, the Bone Crusher.

"You just don't take anything with you, and don't take your opponent seriously?" Kahn said.

"I don't know much about that tribe. I'll make plans when I get there." Trundle found a snow-covered path from the canyon, and the three began to climb at night.

"Then you are very confident in your ability to adapt to the situation."

"No, I just know the race of trolls very well. Since ancient times, trolls have at most only small cleverness and never great wisdom." Trundle shook his head: "No, I want to save my brain and put the most powerful Leave the thinking behind.”

The howling wind lifted the patchwork cloak of Trundle's hides, and he clung to the cloak to wrap himself tighter, but his footsteps remained firm, climbing up the loose shale beneath the snow. It's like openly challenging the blizzard.

……

The blizzard lasted for a long time. Three figures were walking in the snow, and there was another strange humming sound in the wind.

"That voice came again." Kahn was used to it, but Trundle suddenly complained.

"Isn't it the sound made by you trolls?" Kai'Sa said.

"No, no, strictly speaking, that's the sound made by the ancient trolls. Although they are all dead, the stone carvings of the ancient trolls they left behind, when the wind blows through their open mouths, will use The long-lost language whispered, the wind grew louder, and the voice changed from whisper to roar."

"What's the use of this thing?"

"It's useless except to let future trolls remember them and scare some small animals away, but I want to get a few to mark my territory. Wherever the sound spreads, it's Trundle's territory!"

"Ambition is not small." Kahn remembered that the sound made by this thing would float far, far away with the wind.

"By the way, the tribe we are going to seems to have this thing. They follow the tradition of the ancient trolls and follow the old gods."

"What's the difference between traditional trolls and you trolls?"

"There may be a troll shaman among them, I have to be on guard." After that, Trundle reached out to pick his buttocks and underarms, picked out a large mass of dirt, then spat and mixed it, and began to rub Pinch this filth.

Kaisha's eyelids twitched, and she quickly distanced herself.

"What are you doing!" Kai'Sa complained in disgust. How could a troll king disregard his image like this? It's not much better than defecation anywhere.

And when she thought of excretion, she thought of Trundle and Yettu's competition to eat muddy soup to clean her intestines, and her face turned purple all of a sudden.

"There are many kinds of troll chants, each with its own characteristics among the tribes, and they are often difficult to understand. But they have one thing in common, that is, they will definitely make the listeners tremble." Trundle was not in a hurry, he didn't know Shamelessly explained: "I'll pinch two clay pills first, and if they use troll chants to deal with me, I'll stuff the clay pills into my ears, and it's useless to let them shout their throats."

Then, Trundle stuffed two frozen mud pellets into the ear holes, and then said to the two, "I'll see if I can hear what you're saying."

"Smug, you are such a clever little ghost."

"Have you spoken yet? Take off the helmet and let me have a look. Too bad, I can't get it out!"

Trundle picks at the pellet with his fingers, and the more he picks it, the more it gets in.Then he tilted his head and began to jump a little, but he didn't fall out after playing for a long time.In the end, he looked helplessly at the two of them...

"Please, don't let us pick it out for you." Kaisha ignored him, pulled Kahn and turned away.

……

After a lot of work, Trundle finally got the mud pellet out of his ear.This kind of improvised thing is indeed a bit stupid, and it is not easy to use, but now he can't find the cork for the human bottle, so he can only use it.

He tucked the mud pellets under his ears and continued on his way through the wind and snow.

A day later, they arrived at their destination.

"Look, that glowing thing is the head of the ancient troll."

Karn followed the direction Trundle pointed, and saw a snow-covered mountain, and on the rock wall halfway up the mountain, there was something like a troll's head carved.

The colossus grinned slightly, with a huge nose. The two protruding fangs could wrestle with the ivory of a mammoth, and a frozen waterfall of ice hung down from its jaw.And in those fangs and sharp teeth, there is a magical power, which emits a faint cold light in the snowstorm.

Chapter 643 Troll Chief

"This time it won't be through the nostrils again?" Kahn looked at the head of the ancient troll on the mountainside. The position is steep, and it is very difficult to enter through the mouth and nose.

"No." Trundle sniffed with his distilled nose, and then pointed to a hidden cave below the mountain: "I smell the stench of trolls, the road is over there."

The scrawled red hair on his head flutters in the wind, and any troll who calls himself king must be sensitive to the air before the bloody storm if he wants to live long.

"I'm curious, you can smell other people's smell, can't you smell your own?"

"Get used to it and it won't stink." Trundle picked up his stick and walked on.

"That's right, otherwise I will be smoked to death sooner or later..."

Human beings think trolls are ugly, in addition to the moles and warts caused by the filth, a large part of it is because of their weird noses.

Take Trundle's nose, it's red and swollen, several sizes bigger than a human's, like a clown's nose ball, it looks like it was swollen and congested from a fall.But in fact, he never broke his nose at all, nor did he soak it in wine. His nose was born like this, and it may have been red from the cold of the Freljord.

Don't look at it like this, the troll's nose is actually quite sensitive.

Karn noticed that Trundle began to deliberately lower his footsteps, muscles rolled like rocks under the skin, reached into the dirty simple cloak, took hold of his faithful frost stick, and unhooked the handle's carabiner from his belt.

All this shows that the enemy is very close.

Sure enough, when he poked his head out of the snow hill, he saw two patrolling trolls outside the cave at the foot of the mountain. They were both carrying huge bone battle axes. They were almost naked except for the Juvask skull on top of their heads. Made of helmets, there are many bird feathers on the helmets.

He suddenly turned to the two of them: "We split up and acted separately. They will be suspicious when they see you. You can't go in with me."

"Then what are you showing us?" Kahn asked.

"Don't worry, in order to prevent being blocked, the caves of trolls are generally open to the air. You can climb up the mountain and find the skylight to stand on it."

"Alright." Kahn glanced at the snow-capped mountains.

He didn't have so many requirements for sitting in the auditorium or watching the show on the roof. It would be more disgusting to stand among a group of stinking and naked trolls, and these big guys might block the view.

"By the way, do me a favor. If something goes wrong, you can give me some assistance from above. If you can't run, just put the rope down from the skylight." He still felt a lot of pressure to break into other people's territory alone.

"Are you scared?" Kahn looked at him firmly.

"It's just a backup plan. Leave yourself a way out. After all, this is not my territory. There are more ways to die here than I can count, and my counting ability is better than any troll I know."

"Okay, don't die inside. Go and attract the attention of the two sentries, and we'll go climbing the mountain."

Trundle climbed over the snow hill and appeared before the two guards, who immediately came to stop the intruder.

The two troll guards reminded that they were bigger than Trundle, and it seemed that all northern trolls were like this. One of the trolls with a scar on his belly asked him, "Who are you? What are you doing?"

"I am Trundle, Trundle Lord of the Trolls! Take me to your chieftain."

"I've heard of you, you're from outside."

"No one is allowed to see the chief," said another troll, with bad breath.

"He sure wants to see me," said Trundle.

"If I can't do it, I can't." The bad breath troll snapped.

"Are you related to the Chief?" Trundle asked again.

"No. Why do you ask?"

"That's right."

"What's wrong?" The bad breath troll stunned Trundle.

"That's right." Trundle hit the bad-breath guard on the head with a bone-crushing stick, twice in a row.

The scarred troll glanced at his former fellow guard. Now there was nothing left but a large glistening mass. Trundle could almost hear the stone in his skull crushing and grinding. Jumping back and forth between the holder and the stick.

"Don't even think about it, he's dead. Take me in." Trundle pointed the stick at the troll, who finally understood that it was imperative to obey the stick troll.

……

Guided by the guards, Trundle swaggered past the big trolls with his stick on his shoulders, and they all looked at him suspiciously.

Since they are here to grab territory, they must be arrogant enough to walk.But when we are talking, the shelf should not be too big, otherwise Zhuo Zhuan will take off his arms and legs for snacks.

Trolls eat trolls too.

Finally, the guards led him to the depths of the cave, where there was still a large group of trolls gathered around a huge hole, either sitting on the ground, or simply lying down and sleeping

"Chief, Trundle is looking for you."

"Trundle? The southern warm-skinned troll who calls himself king?"

The troll in the center turned around, he was almost twice as tall as Trundle, his limbs were as thick as the legs of a mammoth, especially the two fangs sticking out of his mouth were long and big, like Ancient troll.

"Correct."

As soon as he spoke, the big trolls all looked over. They stared at Trundle like a pack of frost-toothed wolves staring at a lame fat Enuk.

"You're not that big. The smallest troll here is bigger than you. Could it be that your mother didn't use much force when she gave birth to you?" The other party looked at Trundle carefully, and then said.The trolls around laughed, and the sound was like several avalanches converging at the same time.

Trundle shrugged: "Size doesn't determine everything. I have the most noble blood among the trolls. I can move Zhenbing, can you?"

He stuck the bone crushing rod in the ground, and the stick exuded a deadly chill, and the ground under his feet froze instantly, and no troll dared to get close to pick it up.

"not bad."

The other party flinched, Trundle took back the initiative, and it was his turn to ask questions.

"You are the chief?"

"Yes, our northern trolls are actually very enthusiastic. If you come to make friends, I will treat you well and treat you to drink troll mead." The troll chief leaned forward, making Trundle feel like a The whole mountain fell down.

"Unfortunately, I'm not." He said.

"Then you're here to fight?" the chief asked with a smile, then raised his stomach.

"I've come to be your king." Trundle picked up the bone smasher.

"Our tribe will only recognize the king of the ancient trolls. If a random troll claims to be the king, he wants to get the most food and ask others to obey his orders, that would be too stupid."

"Then let's decide the outcome."

Chapter 644 Troll Chanting Tune

"How do you want to decide the outcome? Do you want me to smash you to death with my fist or kick you to death?" The troll chief raised his arms as thick as rolling logs when he heard Trundle say that he wanted to divide the outcome.

"You don't have to fight to win." Trundle saw that Kahn was not in position yet, and began to delay the time.

"Then what are you talking about?"

"This." Trundle said, tapping his forehead lightly with his sallow paw. "If you are a real king, you will use this."