He Comes From the Void

The fight was on the verge of breaking out, and Trundle rose quickly, swinging the bone-crushing club at the troll chieftain's thigh.

With a bang, the bone smasher smashed hard on the leg armor made of Ernuk's ribs. Zhenbing's killing magic was transmitted along with the impact, and the bone armor was instantly covered with thick frost from the inside to the outside as if it was put into liquid nitrogen.

When Trundle wanted to smash the frozen bone armor for the second time, Zong's big hand came down from above and caught him in the air. Under the blessing of the troll's chanting, the troll chief's size has exceeded the limit of their race, and his head is almost reaching the ceiling.

Moreover, the troll's chanting also strengthened his speed. His speed was not slow, and it also didn't match this huge body.

Trundle, who was caught in the air, wanted to break the troll chief's hand, but every finger of the other party was as thick as his wrist, and he couldn't break it no matter how hard he tried. The chief grabbed him, a derisive grin on his enlarged face.

"Trundle, I've heard other trolls say you're smart."

"What?" Trundle couldn't hear anything with mud balls in his ears.

"Pretend to be stupid, right? Wait until I open your brain and suck your brain well, then I will know how smart you are."

As he said that, the troll chief licked his lips, and yellow saliva flowed out from between his fangs. He grabbed Trundle and sent it to his mouth.

Before coming here, Trundle had thought of countless ways to die, including being eaten by trolls. But the death method of being gnawed off like this, and then sucked by a troll is unheard of, and I have never even thought about it. He thought that his brain must have something better than those trolls whose heads were full of stones, and this kind of death was absolutely unacceptable to him.

With a bloody wind blowing in his face, Trundle watched the huge mouth getting closer, and decisively smashed the bone smashing rod at the opponent's huge nose.

His blow directly caused the troll chief's nose to crooked, and the sound of the bridge of his nose breaking could be heard clearly. The nose had been frozen into a lump of ice, the troll chief roared in pain, threw Trundle out, and then reached out to touch his nose.

It's okay if you don't touch it, but when you touch it, the whole nose fell off and turned into broken ice on the ground. Such an injury, no matter how strong the troll's self-healing ability is, it can't be saved. From now on, he will be a giant without a nose. It's crazy. Without a huge nose, the originally ugly troll didn't look good, and the two exposed nostrils only made him look more terrifying.

The troll fortune-teller realized that something was wrong, and quickly waved his staff and began to chant spells to interfere with Trundle, but the latter had already stuffed mud pellets in his ears in advance, and turned a deaf ear to the vicious spell.

Trundle was thrown to the ground by the chief's force, and even broke several ribs, but with the troll's powerful self-healing ability, the injury was not serious, and it only took a few days to recover.

"I'm going to eat you alive!" Thinking that he would never smell the delicious stench of rotting food again, the troll chief roared, shaking the whole mountain. He slammed the anchor at Trundle, who rolled to one side.

The huge impact shook him up, Trundle glanced hastily, the place where he fell just now had been plowed into a deep ditch.

Trundle avoided his sharp edge and ran around the opponent. When the opponent retracted the thrown anchor, he stepped forward and smashed the frozen leg armor.

Karn and Kai'Sa stood on the edge of the skylight watching as Trundle faced off with the troll chieftain. This brood of trolls really stinks, and they were right not to follow in.

It now looks like Trundle has the upper hand, but Kahn knows it won't last long. Compared with Trundle who keeps running in the open space, the troll chief only needs to stand in place and shake the anchor to cover all directions of the attack. With the blessing, don't expect him to be physically exhausted until the battle is over.

"I still have to help. The difference in size is too great. Even with the True Ice weapon, it's hard to win. He can't even hit the opponent's head." Kahn watched the development of the battle and couldn't help shaking his head.

"If you don't help him, he will die. His backup plan is us." Kai'Sa echoed.

He looked around, only white snow, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Sure enough, during an all-round sweeping attack of the anchor, Trundle took off a little slower because of deformed footsteps, and his feet were tripped by the chains connected to the anchor, and he fell upside down. Immediately afterwards, the troll chief clenched his other hand into a fist and hammered it down on the spot.

At the critical juncture, a large amount of snow poured down from the skylight above the head, pouring down on the head and back of the troll chief like a scorpion, drowning him. And the ice pick hidden in it is even more insidious, almost piercing the chief's back into a hedgehog.

This sudden avalanche saved Trundle's life. He quickly got up, pulled out the bone crushing stick from the snow, and slammed it hard on the troll chief's fist, turning his entire forearm into an ice sculpture. The leg without the bone armor was also frozen, completely disabled.

The troll chief who was suffering from pain roared and swept Trundle away. The latter blocked it with a bone smasher, but was thrown directly into the wall, but the opponent's ice arm was also covered with cracks after this blow, gradually broken.

At last he lost his foolish anchor, and with his remaining arm and leg he fought Trundle, who, too, was shoved back to the angry chief by the great trolls.

But without an arm and a leg, he is just a meat target, no matter how great his advantage is, he can only lie flat on the ground and scratch randomly, or try to roll over. But under Trundle's careful maneuvering, the troll chief never touched him again, and the remaining two limbs were also smashed by him one by one, turning into a human stick.

Even with such a serious injury, the troll chief's vitality is still terribly strong, without any signs of weakening, and it seems that as long as he eats and drinks enough, he can live forever.

Exhausted, Trundle came to the troll chief with a bone crushing club, and the latter even wanted to stretch his head to bite him to death. Trundle didn't let him talk, kept his distance, and panted, "I won, you bastard."

Then he struck down with his club, ending the Troll Chieftain's misery, and all cries or roars were silenced as the ice shattered.

He looked exhausted and might fall to the ground at any moment, but he was supported by the bone crushing rod, and he stared fiercely at the fortune-teller in the crowd. The latter swallowed in fear, and his Adam's apple continued to roll.

Suddenly, he raised his arms and shouted: "Now! Who is the king of trolls?!"

The fortune-teller was startled by his action, and thought he was about to be killed, so he was the first to jump out and shout Trundle's name. With him taking the lead, the rest of the trolls also shouted loudly.

"Trundle!"

"Trundle!"