The Original Vampire

　　 The noon sun is shining lazily on the Troll King City.

　　 This huge city made of solid ice exudes a charming light.

　　The various ice buildings in the King City are in that simple and crude style, which is completely a portrayal of the character of the troll family.

　　 With human aesthetics, this city is so ugly that there is nothing to be praised at all.

　　 But to be honest, when building this city, the trolls obviously didn't pay too much attention to it.

　　 In fact, more than ten years ago, the settlement of the troll family had not been so deep into the ice field.

　　 At that time, they lived next to the humans in the north.

　　 At that time, the Troll King City was only more than 800 kilometers away from the northern border.

　　 Such a distance, according to the marching speed of the black cavalry, would only take ten days.

　　 Therefore, when the Marquis Garcia rises in the North, he will walk under the Troll King City almost every time.

　　 Every time I come, the powerful and powerful people of the troll clan are terrified and uneasy.

　　 Although he knew that the Marquis Garcia could not consume his most precious black cavalry in a siege, the humiliation of being attacked repeatedly under the king's city was unacceptable to the trolls.

　　 After being beaten by the black cavalry under the king city for the Nth time, the troll emperor finally made up his mind ten years ago-move the capital!

With the northward movement of the Troll King City, the military power of the trolls also gradually moved north. Of course, the troll tribes in the southern part of the Icefield cannot stay in place, waiting for the Black Cavalry who may come over at any time. Moved north one after another.

　　 Then, the troll settlements in the southern part of the Vault of Icefields were abandoned one after another, which also resulted in an unmanned buffer zone of thousands of kilometers between the troll empire and the north.

　　 Now, the front of the Black Cavalry can no longer easily threaten the Troll King City, and the Troll Empire has also obtained a rare breathing opportunity.

　　Because the relocation of the capital was too hurried, and it was forced to relocate under the pressure of the enemy's front, therefore, the construction of this new Troll King City was obviously very sloppy.

And the trolls believe that the Black Cavalry cannot go on rampage forever. One day, the great troll warriors will relocate the capital to the south, or even directly occupy Winter City, and designate it as the new capital of the troll king. .

　　 So the current Troll King City is just a temporary capital, so don’t bother too much.

　　 As for when this wish will come true, no troll knows.

　　 But now, the trolls have to face a cruel fact—the 300,000 army of Prince Gambik has been wiped out!

　　 As if a cold current hit, the entire Troll King City was completely frozen.

　　 The faces of all the trolls were filled with terror and panic, for fear that one day they would wake up, the black lion flag that had brought them countless nightmares would appear under the king's city again.

　　 Among the palaces, the most condensed atmosphere is naturally the Troll Palace.

　　 This imperial palace was not built in the center of the city, but in the western suburbs.

　　The construction of the imperial palace is also made of huge rocks instead of hard ice. It stands on the hillside, overlooking the entire Wangcheng.

　　 After several rigorous inspections, a beautifully decorated carriage drove slowly into the palace.

　　 The closed door slowly opened, and then closed again, making a dull noise behind the carriage, as if to seal the place forever.

　　 In a marble-paved courtyard, the carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in a large black robe walked out.

　　 Yes, the author is correct, he is a middle-aged "person".

　　 instead of a troll.

　　 Such a human being appeared in the troll palace, of course it seemed particularly abrupt.

　　 Especially at this moment of tension.

　　 However, the guards in the palace seemed to be taken for granted.

　　 "Mr. Hu, Your Royal Highness is waiting for you in the lobby."

　　 The gentleman nodded to the guard, and then walked to the hall by himself.

　　 Entering the hall, a young troll was writing something at his desk inside. After hearing the footsteps, he put down the quill in his hand and stood up to greet:

　　 "Mr. Wang, please sit down! The previous wave of goblin merchants brought the spirit tea of ​​Huiyue Forest. Would you like to taste it?"

　　 "Thank you, Your Highness Okamoto." Mr. Wang smiled and took the teacup, took a sip, and nodded slightly to show his admiration.

　　 If it were in the past, the two of them would definitely have a good comment on this class of spirit tea, but today, they are not in this mood.

　　 "Your Majesty has decided that I will inherit the throne of the Prince of the South, and the ceremony for the kingship will be held in three days."

　　 This young troll named Okamoto is the son of the southern prince Gambik Volkin who just died in battle.

　　 However, he is actually Gambik's second son, with an older brother on him.

　　 Logically speaking, Gambik’s throne should be inherited by Okamoto’s brother.

　　 However, although the Prince of the South is the No. 2 figure in the Troll Empire, the current situation is a hot potato. Okamoto's brother does not have the guts at all, and he consciously does not have the ability to inherit.

　　 Therefore, the throne fell to Okamoto.

　　 "Then I would like to congratulate Your Highness!" There are not many surprises in Mr. Xiang's expression, it seems that such an ending has already been expected.

　　 Okamoto nodded slightly, and there was not much excitement on his face. com just handed a roll of parchment to Mr. Ho: "The latest news from the front line, the black cavalry did not continue northward, but retreated to the north."

Mr. 　　觋 took the parchment and hurriedly glanced at it: "The troll kings nowadays are a hard bone. The human beings who ate greasy mouths in the north would not be interested here."

　　 There is nothing wrong with this.

　　 The people of the North were too lazy to occupy the large southern part of the ice field that had been abandoned by the trolls, and it was even more impossible for them to cross the thousand miles of ice to capture the current capital of the troll king.

　　 A bitter smile appeared on Okamoto's face.

　　 was relieved, but also felt a deep humiliation.

　　 The vast and fertile land in the northern border originally belonged to the troll family. If possible, how could they be willing to hide in this bitterly cold place to survive.

　　 But soon, he put away this useless complaint, opened a square box placed on the table, and raised a **** head from it.

　　 "The Marquis Garcia also sent his father's head, haha, it's so sweet!"

　　 Okamoto raised his father’s head in front of him, looked straight at those eyes that were not staring at him, and asked, "You said, what should I do now?"

　　 Of course the dead can't answer questions.

Mr. 　　觋 knows that this question is for him.

　　 "His Royal Highness, the most you should do right now is to go to Wintery City and crawl at the feet of the Duke of the North, begging for his forgiveness."

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The head was thrown by Okamoto at the feet of Mr. Coquettish.

　　 Coincidentally, those eyes that were not staring at him just stared at Mr. Coquettishly.

　　 "Mr. Hao, look into the eyes of my father, and say what I just said again!"