He Comes From the Void

"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 as an example, 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, and they were almost completely naked except for the Juvask skull on their heads. Made of helmets, there are many bird feathers on the helmets.

He suddenly turned his head and said to the two: "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 smelly 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 say no, I won't," snapped the bad breath troll.

"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 he was talking, he couldn't be too airy, otherwise he would 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.

"right."

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."