He Comes From the Void

"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."

"No troll is smarter than the great sage Gwabrak. He is the smartest and most cunning troll. It is he who makes the Freljord people afraid to bet with trolls." The chief looked at the other trolls under his command. , they all nodded.

"Guabrak is smart, but he is dead, he died a miserable death, and he has money that he can't spend. He won the bet and annoyed him at the same time, so he couldn't even get into his own treasury... "

Trundle couldn't help shaking his head, Guabrak went to Orne to make a bet that if he won the drink, he would build a door in his coffers that thieves couldn't open, but even he was shut out.

Because he put a shard of True Ice in Ornn's wine barrel, and the shards of True Ice continued to melt so that Ornn could not finish drinking the wine. In a fit of anger, Ornn built a door that even Guabrak couldn't open. Because he is a thief who murders time.

However, after Trundle got the Ice stick, he began to doubt this legend, because the Ice will never melt, even if it is placed in the hottest furnace, it will still be cold. It stands to reason that such a fragment is put in the barrel , The whole barrel of wine should be frozen, how can it continue to melt and dilute the wine?

Even if the shards of pure ice could be melted by the heat wave emanating from Ornn, the God of Forging, the wine must have evaporated first. So from then on, Trundle knew that this was just a legend, and the worship of Gua Braque no longer mattered.

"So what? Guabrak is a symbol of intelligence in the language of our trolls. As long as you can take advantage of Ornn, I will admit that you are the smartest troll."

The troll chief was furious, picked up a stone and threw it at Trundle. The latter dodged sideways, and the stone hit the head of another troll, and the troll fell down immediately.

"Please, that's just a legend, and Ornn hasn't been on the mountain for thousands of years? Where can I find him? In my opinion, let's compete to see who can eat better." Trundle grinned and showed his fangs.

"No, I heard that you are very good at eating, and you ate Yetu to death." A smart troll will not suffer twice in one thing, especially if there are lessons learned from the past.

"Well, I ate him and there's not even a claw left. So we must fight with our fists?"

"That's right." After the chief finished speaking, the other trolls gathered around to form a circle, and then began to stomp their feet, waiting to beat Trundle to the ground. The troll whose head was hit by a stone just stood up, and was stunned for no reason. In situ, trying to understand what happened.

"I fight a group? It's against the rules. We're dueling like Winter's Claw, one-on-one." Trundle looked around, pointed at the troll chief, and clenched the bone crushing rod with his other hand.

Now they were just close enough to be within a stick's distance. If the troll chief dared to say no, the bone smasher would hit the opponent's head immediately, and the group of trolls would be calmed down first.

The troll chief looked down at Trundle's size, nodded and said, "That's fine."

Trundle glanced at the hole above the ceiling, and felt a strange gaze from somewhere.

"Then let's fight in an open place."

The troll chief took a huge iron block and came to Trundle. The end of the iron block was connected to an iron chain. He wrapped the iron chain around his arm, swung it around and smashed it down heavily. The iron block immediately hit the rocky ground. Plow a deep furrow.

"Do you know what this is?" the troll chief asked Trundle.

"If I remember correctly, those little people call this thing an anchor, and they use this drag iron to hold the ship in place, or break the ice."

"Yes, that's right, and I'm going to smash you with him now!" The troll chief grinned, and his laughter shook the icicles on the edge of the skylight above his head, hitting his solid hard skin It bounced off again.

The surrounding trolls retreated one after another, so as not to become the unlucky ghost who was hit by the anchor, they formed a wall, and the duel was about to begin.

"Try it, then, and don't underestimate the clever Trundle."

"Come on, where is the fortune teller!" At this moment, the troll chief suddenly roared, and a special troll stepped forward.

He was covered with the whole snowman's skin, and the snowman's skull rested on his shoulders. The red hair is tied into several braids, and the thick hair is tied into sky braids, giving off a hint of happiness. The fangs of an unknown beast were used as earrings, piercing through the pointed ears, and a necklace hung on the chest with a human skull on it.

The troll fortune-teller shook the skull staff in his hand, and sang with a blizzard-like growl: "Arise, ancient troll, arise, dominate the ice and snow, pierce the sky. Arise, ancient troll, Arise, give us strength, and send them to their deaths!"

"Troll reciting tunes?! You're cheating!" Trundle roared, but to no avail, he could only watch helplessly as the troll chief became taller and stronger under the magic blessing of the fortune-teller, with muscles like mountains uplift.

However, he was not unprepared. He looked up at the skylight, and while the attention of the other trolls was on the chief, he stuffed the prepared mud pills into his ears without leaving a trace.

"He didn't end again, so why did I cheat?" Feeling the wild power, the troll chief couldn't help moaning comfortably: "Ah! Powerful power, a gift from the ancient king of trolls!"

Trundle pretended to be gnashing his teeth, looking at the fortune teller as if he wanted to eat him alive.

The fortune teller sneered and retreated behind many giant trolls. It is said that there are not many trolls who know how to recite ancient trolls, but if they learn it, they can call the names of their ancestors and give their compatriots amazing power.

Therefore, the troll fortuneteller is protected by the tribe. If Trundle wants to kill him, he will definitely be blocked by many big trolls.

"Where are you looking!"

There was a sound of chain dragging, and Trundle turned his head to see that the heavy anchor had been thrown towards his head from one side.

He didn't dare to take it head-on, and lay down to avoid the swaying anchor. Even the troll's physique couldn't compare with steel, let alone the opponent had been blessed by the troll's recitation. In the next battle, he couldn't withstand any frontal attack from the anchor, otherwise his bones would surely shatter like a crutch.