He Comes From the Void

"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 was snatched by Kahn, 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 trolls are 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 bring anything and don't pay attention to your opponent?" 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: "Stop talking, I want to save my brain and put the most Great thinking is saved for later.”

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, whenever the wind blows through their open mouths, Whispering in a language long lost, the wind grew louder and the voice changed from a whisper to a 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 troll shamans among them, I have to be careful." After finishing speaking, Trundle reached out to pick his buttocks and underarms, picked out a large amount of dirt, then spat and mixed it, and started Knead the 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."

As he spoke, Trundle stuffed two frozen mud pellets into his ear holes, and then said to the two of them, "I'll see if I can hear what you say."

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

"Have you spoken yet? Take off the helmet and let me see. Oh no, 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 not easy to use, but now he can't find the cork for the human bottle, so he can only make do with 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.