"Lisanjo's request? To be specific." Kahn pressed the bone-breaking stick to the ground, and the cold air filled the air, and the contact part was immediately frozen. He looked at Trundall and suddenly wanted to try whether the Iceman would also be frozen into an ice sculpture by Zhen Bing.

"I am not just trying to be the king of trolls. This is also supported by Lisandrao. She wants to unify the troll tribe through me." Trundall pointed to the bone-breaking stick that was stolen by Kahn and signaled: "In exchange, she asked me to send her a batch of trolls every once in a while."

"What did she want these trolls to do?" Thinking of Lisandrao's previous actions, Kahn felt that these trolls who could not come back were probably sacrificed.

"I don't know, I don't care." Trundel shook his head: "I happened to take this opportunity to eliminate dissidents, send away those disobedient, those who don't understand, or those who are threatening to me, leaving those smart trolls by my side."

Trundel would not let the smart trolls go their own way, he thought these smart guys would make a big mess sooner or later.

"But after sending this a few times, even the stupid trolls knew to be on guard against me, so I turned my eyes from the trolls around me to the troll tribes that had not yet surrendered. I will defeat them and then send the trolls who are not obedient to the Frost Guard Fortress, killing two birds with one stone."

"How do you deal with an entire tribe without the help of other trolls?" Kasha asked.

Trundel raised one hand and clenched his fist tightly, as if he was sure to win. He said, "If you cannot take it, you should take it smart; if you cannot take it smart, you should take it hard."

"Add to the way?"

"Yes, that tribe is right next to the only way to the Frost Guard Fortress."

"As long, then I'll depend on how you take it." Kahn threw the bone-breaking stick back, and the popsicle turned twice in the air and was grabbed by Trundel.

Kahn looked at his frozen arms and hit the wall with his elbow, and the ice cubes peeled off.

"Go whatever you want to prepare."

...

Although the troll race is stupid, it never delays its work. Soon, Trundall came out and braved the blizzard to take Kahn and the other troll tribe.

And what he prepared was nothing but his loyal companion, Bone Blade.

"You just take nothing and don't take your opponent seriously?" Kahn said.

"I don't know much about that tribe, so I'll make plans when I get there." Trundel found a path covered with ice and snow from the canyon, and the three of them started climbing at night.

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

"No, I just know the trolls very well. Since ancient times, trolls have only small cleverness at most, and never have great wisdom to speak of." Trundel shook his head: "I won't say it anymore, I want to save some brains and leave the most powerful thoughts behind."

The howling wind lifted the cloak made of Trundel's skin. He grabbed the cloak and wrapped himself tighter, but his steps were firm and climbed up on the loose shale under the snow, as if he was blatantly challenging the storm.

...

The blizzard lasted for a long time, and three figures were walking in the snow, and strange whimpers came again in the wind.

"That voice is coming again." Kahn was used to it, but Trundel suddenly complained.

"Isn't it just the sound of your trolls?" Kasha said.

"No, no, strictly speaking, that was the sound made by the ancient trolls. Although they were all dead, the ancient troll stone sculptures they left behind would whisper in the long lost language whenever the wind blew across their open mouths. The louder the wind became, the more the sound went from whispering to roaring."

"What's the use of this thing?"

"It's useless to let future trolls remember them and scare away some small animals, but I want to make a few to mark my territory. Where the sound spreads, there are Trundel's territory!"

"It's not a small ambition." Kahn remembers that the sound of this thing would drift far away with the wind.

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

"How is the difference between traditional trolls and you trolls?"

"There may be troll shamans among them, I have to be careful." After saying that, Trundel reached out to pick his butt and armpits, and dug out a large ball of dirt, then spit out a mouthful of saliva and began to knead the filthy thing.

Kasha's eyelids twitched and quickly opened the distance.

"What are you doing?" Kasha made a disgusting accusation that a troll king could actually ignore his image like this, which is not much better than excretion anywhere.

When she thought of excretion, she thought of Trondel competing with Yetu for the game of eating mud soup to clean her intestines, and her face suddenly became purple.

"There are many types of troll recitations, and the tribes have their own characteristics, and they are often difficult to understand. But they have one thing in common, that is, they will definitely make the listener feel trembling and chilled." Trundel explained shamelessly: "I will pinch two troll recitations first. If they use troll recitations to deal with me, I will stuff the trolls into my ears and let them scream through my throat."

As he said that, Trundel stuffed two frozen mud balls into his ears and said to them: "I'll try to hear it if you say something."

"You are such a clever little ghost."

"Have you spoke? Take off your helmet and I'll take a look. Oh no, I can't pick it up!"

Trundel used his finger to pick the mud ball, and the more he picked it, the more he went in. Then he tilted his head and started jumping slightly, but he had been teasing for a long time but didn't fall out. Finally, he looked at the two of them helplessly...

"Please, don't want us to help you pick it out." Kasha ignored him and pulled Kahn and turned around and left.

...

After a while, Trundel finally picked up the mud ball from his ear. This kind of temporary tinkering thing is indeed a bit stupid and a little difficult to use, but now he can't find the cork that humans can hold wine bottles, so he can only use it.

He grabbed the mud balls under his ears and continued to go in the wind and snow.

One day later, they arrived at their destination.

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

Kahn followed the direction that Trundel pointed, and saw a mountain covered with ice and snow. On the rock wall halfway up the mountain, something similar to the head of a troll was carved.
Chapter completed!