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In the forest below the mountains, the torches were twinkling like stars, spreading out little by little.

A terrifying monster with green faces and fangs stayed in the forest, and from time to time they made inexplicable shouts, as if they were communicating.

This is a temporary camp, which is exactly what Bourne mentioned, the migration team of the Frost Troll tribe.

As everyone thought, the team of trolls basically followed the path of Dunier and the others up the mountain. Unlike what Byrne thought, their speed was much slower than expected.

It is now the third day after Xiangen and the others have dug the tunnel. The migrating trolls have brought their families and their families, and they have to drive the yaks on the mountains to carry the goods.

It took the wizards a lot of work to adapt the yaks to the low-altitude climate.

Stop-and-go, the unexplored road is particularly difficult, even if the trolls are physically strong, they are inevitably exhausted.

Although the trolls are physically tired, their spirits are extraordinarily excited.

Although they are now driven here by the things on the other side of the mountain, but long ago, the fertile land and lush forests here belonged to their trolls. Now that they return to their homeland, it is difficult for the trolls to be excited. To calm down, touch the east and look in the west within the specified movable range.

The trolls living in the depths of the mountains, many have never seen the forest once in a lifetime, and now from the harsh mountains to the warm plains, every tree, every weed is fresh to them. !

Rough palms brushed the rough bark, a tall and strong troll wearing various bones as ornaments, his eyes were intoxicated, his hands repeatedly stroked the bark, rubbed the leaves, and his love was beyond words.

The emerald green here fascinates the trolls, the fresh and smooth air, and each inhalation will feel the pleasure of the soul.

They are trolls, born to live in the jungle!

Not far behind the troll, six men and women with only animal skins on their bodies were curled up in a wooden cage, their eyes were dim, and there were many wounds on their naked bodies that were blocked by medicinal mud.

If Byrne was here, he would be able to recognize these people, and one of them was Dunier who had led them down a road of no return.

Dunier, who was still a bit big and fat at the beginning, now looks like a drug addict, with concave cheeks and sunken eye sockets, all the muscles and fat on his body have disappeared, and he has become a skinny body.

After suffering nearly ten more days of torture, Dunier's body was several times more miserable than Bourne who escaped.

At this time, the two trolls walked to the edge of the wooden cage, and a troll who had the hair on his head in a braid showed an ugly smile, wearing a fur hat beside him, holding a wooden tree with many strange patterns on it. The stick troll said a few words, and then pointed his finger at Dunier.

Seeing the troll outside the cage pointing at him, Du Nier's eyes widened instantly, his strength burst out, and he shrank to the edge of the cage in horror.

When the others in the cage saw that he was about to retreat into the corner, their eyes regained some brilliance, and they immediately punched him and kicked Dunier towards the door of the cage, ignoring his past feelings.

Just kidding!

Dunier took them into the **** pit with maggots, and wanted them to look good?

The wooden cage opened, and Duniel, who rolled to the door, was caught by the female troll with braids, dragged him out of the cage, and then closed the door.

The troll wizard on the side was eloquent and eloquent. After a short brewing, an inconspicuous blue-gray streamer shot down the wooden pole and shot into the despairing Dunier.

Then Durnell bokied and was dragged into the nearby grass by the female troll.

Originally, this kind of thing could be done in a remote place, but after being escaped by a human a few days ago, the female trolls could only complete one reproduction activity in the crowd of other trolls.

The female troll who had finished her pastime put the comatose Dunier back into the cage and left with satisfaction.

She passed through the sleeping yaks and came to a hide tent.

There was a fire in front of the tent, and around the fire sat five trolls with extra bones and feathers, the core of the frost troll tribe.

"Aluru, you are late."

The troll sitting in front of the tent spoke up. He was Darusa, the leader of the frost troll tribe, and the one who was feeling the bark just now.

The troll's language is incomprehensible, and his laughter is even more raspy.

"I went to work hard for the growth and reproduction of the tribe, hehe." Aluru, who was named, didn't care much, and sat cross-legged in the vacant seat directly opposite the leader.

The troll chief didn't care much about Aluru's offense, because it was his sister.

Although the kinship among trolls is as ridiculous as shit-smelling chocolate, the connection of blood can still give Aluru a little privilege on things that don't really matter.

Besides, she wasn't too late...

After everyone gathered, the troll leader looked at the high priest with a feather hat on his head and a stone statue.

Among the tribe, the most intelligent troll is the high priest. When facing the threat of monsters on the other side of the mountain, the high priest once prayed to the ancestral spirit for answers, and finally made this migration.

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"The final will has come from the great ancestor spirit. Dangerous...dangerous!" The old troll high priest opened and closed with his half-missing fangs, spitting out the information he had received, cloudy but shrewd. His eyes were full of sly meaning.

His teeth chattered down, and after repeating the troll language "dangerous" more than a dozen times, he calmed down and shook his head gently.

This means that he can't see clearly, and the Ancestral Spirit has not given them a more complete revelation.

The troll wizard with the white hat next to him saw the leader looking at him, and shook his head slightly, "Awda doesn't know either."

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When the wise men of the tribe cannot decide, the leader must decide.

At this moment, all the pressure was on Darusa, the troll leader.

Darusa's face showed a dignified color, his fist with only four fingers was clenched and loosened, his sharp eyes looked at the rest of the people, the breath belonging to the strong exudes, and he said firmly: "The Ancestral Spirit has come to us. A warning has been issued, the world has changed, but no matter how dangerous it is, I will keep the tribe alive!"

The high priest nodded slightly, and the rest of the trolls also had serious expressions.

The former glory no longer exists, trolls in ancient times, tribes of tens of thousands of warriors abound, and the war with the elf royal court was once a great victory.

But the glory of the ancestors, after all, disappeared in the reluctance of successive generations of trolls, and became a remnant party that is now lingering on the edge of the continent.

The leaders of every troll clan all hope to restore the power of the two worlds of trolls and elves in ancient times.

Even if they can't divide the world... elves, humans and trolls can divide the world, they can still accept it!

Chapter 90: Three Points of the World