A group of people walked out of the troll's cave and immediately attracted curious eyes.

The other four goblins all looked at their clan leader with strange eyes. They still looked the same as before, and were still the same height. Why had their temperament changed so much?

Is this the power of skin?

One goblin couldn't help but stretched out his curious little hand and touched the cuckold's butt.

So cold!

It's like touching an ice cube.

Just touching it lightly, a layer of white frost covered the back of my hand.

The eyes of the kobolds were much more complicated. They watched the cuckold crawl into the lair on his hands and knees, and then emerged completely transformed in the blink of an eye. He knew with his buttocks that he had benefited from being in the troll's lair.

Yang Muyun looked at the black head's envious expression and said, "You guys also go in and scrape it? Maybe there will be something good."

The kobold leader quickly shook his head, "We'd better retreat. If the troll warriors come back and block us, we'll be doomed."

After taking another look at the cuckold's new skin, the kobold leader led his tribe and left in three steps, taking away more than a dozen troll arms and legs.

These are all foods, rare and delicious.

Yang Muyun smiled and said nothing.

If the troll goes to ambush over the big lake, he probably just arrived now and won't be able to come back for a while, which is just convenient for his next plan.

So Yang Muyun hooked his hand towards the cuckold and lowered his voice to give a few instructions. The cuckold's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

On the other side, the troll leader waited and waited but could not see the barbarians. He suddenly realized that he had gone astray, so he led the elite warriors back to his lair with a wave of his hand.

The closer they got to the lair, the more frightened they became, especially when they saw the traps destroyed outside the lair, the trolls all went crazy.

Don't worry, there are intruders.

Looking at the messy battle traces outside the lair, as well as the corpses with their hands and feet cut off, all the trolls screamed wildly and rushed into the lair desperately.

Bloodstains!

Corpse pieces!

wreckage……

There was also choking smoke, which stung the nose and even smudged the eyes. The trolls were all smoked to tears.

However, the trolls did not pay attention to these details and ran around shouting the names of their loved ones. Unfortunately, no one answered.

No one can be seen in life, no corpse in death.

The troll leader sat down on the ground and looked around with empty eyes.

In the past, the nest was full of clan members, ranging from two to three hundred people, big and small, old and young.

Now, everything is gone, and the prosperous ethnic group is ruined in his own hands.

Under the excitement, the troll leader felt his heart beating wildly, and his mind was in a trance. People in front of him had double images one after another, and auditory hallucinations appeared in his ears. His body was still sitting where he was, but his soul was floating like a kite.

, flutter, flutter...

The roar of a troll warrior brought the troll leader back to reality.

I saw him staring at the leader fiercely, spitting wildly and roaring: "It's all you. It's all your fault for saying you wanted to ambush the barbarians and take everyone away!"

Other trolls also chimed in.

When the clan suffers such a heavy loss, someone must take responsibility, and the leader is the only person.

"Yes, it's all you idiot!"

"You just killed two barbarians, but you took away all the soldiers."

"You are not worthy of being the leader! I want to challenge you!"

"I want to challenge you too!"

All adult males of the troll tribe can challenge the leader. If they win, they will become the new leader. The loser will either die or be exiled.

The troll leader took a few steps back and looked at the people around him warily.

All the adult males roared with ferocious faces and made challenging gestures.

The troll leader twisted his neck irritably, raised the corners of his mouth, and his face became ferocious.

"Challenge me? These losers are getting more and more outrageous!"

Damn it! Damn it! All these guys deserve to die.

However, challenging the position of leader is a glorious tradition and a sacred right of the trolls.

Even the exiled trolls can challenge other tribes. If they win, they can still become the leader, not to mention the members of their own tribe.

If you can't refuse, you can only challenge.

The troll leader took a deep breath, and then took off his leather jacket, revealing his strong and capable body. As he inhaled, the muscles on the troll leader's body slowly flexed, becoming stronger and more capable.

The challenger was stunned for a moment, looking around confusedly, thinking to himself: What is going on? How could I challenge the leader?

But the troll leader didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense, he just raised his hand and shot him.

Poof!

The sharp ice spear penetrated between the eyebrows, and the challenger was instantly killed without even taking a defensive posture.

The other challengers all started making noises when they saw this scene.

"Sneak attack!"

"Shameless!"

Amidst the curses, the trolls became more and more excited and waved their arms wider and wider, but no one noticed this detail.

Soon, another challenger stood up.

This challenger had some strength and was mentally prepared. He fought back and forth with the troll leader for more than ten rounds, and finally made a mistake and was knocked away from his weapon.

The challenger took a step back to avoid the leader's attack, and then lay down, slapping his hands on the ground in a surrender gesture.

However, what awaits him is not the leader's forgiveness, but a fatal attack.

The troll leader looked at the weapon stuck in the back of the loser's head in confusion, feeling annoyed in his heart. He clearly wanted to scold him before killing him, but why was his hand so fast? He didn't even have time to scold him.

When the other challengers saw this scene, their hearts froze. The challenger had already knelt down and surrendered, but he still could not escape death. The leader wanted to kill them all.

Feeling the vicious gazes, the troll leader shook his head and thought to himself: If you have killed them all, then kill a few more. It is best to kill them all and solve the hidden danger once and for all.

So, the troll leader shouted to the remaining tribesmen: "Who else is there!"

The challengers came one after another, and without exception they were killed on the spot. The troll leader's attacks became more fierce and cruel each time, making the remaining troll warriors tremble with fear.

At this time, a troll warrior said: "Let's go together! Let's go together and kill him! He is definitely no match for us!"

Other trolls echoed, "Yes! Kill him! If he doesn't die, he will definitely take revenge on us."

"kill!"

After a while, the troll leader knelt on the ground with his weapon in hand, gasping for air.

There were piles of corpses all around.

"I won! Hahaha! I am the strongest! No one can shake my position!"

After spitting out bloody spit, the troll leader cursed: "A bunch of trash! Idiots! You still have so little ability to fight me!"

Then there was a violent cough.

Although the troll leader won, the challengers also left him with fatal injuries.

Especially the wound that penetrated the chest from front to back. Although it did not damage the heart, it pierced the lungs. The troll leader became more and more difficult to breathe, and foamy blood kept coming out of his throat.

The body is getting heavier and colder, but for some reason, the troll leader's spirit is getting more and more excited.

It seems that even a hundred more challengers are not enough to kill.

It's a pity that there is no opponent.

At this time, footsteps sounded.

A figure moved from far away to near, and the bonfire in the lair illuminated the figure's face. It was Yang Muyun.

The troll leader hissed and gasped, "Barbarian... damn... I'm going to... kill you..."

Yang Muyun smiled with satisfaction, "Kill me? Do you think you still have a chance?"

The troll leader clenched the weapon with both hands, trying to pull it out and stab Yang Muyun to death, but the weapon did not move at all.

It's not that the weapon is too heavy, it's that my own strength has completely disappeared.

Yang Muyun stretched out a finger and gently touched the troll leader's weapon.

The strength of this finger was no heavier than a goose feather, but it became the last straw that broke the troll leader's back.

Plop!

The troll leader lay weakly on the ground. Perhaps due to the change in posture, the blood accumulated in his chest flowed more rapidly.

At this moment, the troll leader vaguely understood something, and asked through gritted teeth: "How... did you... do it..."

Yang Muyun shook his head, "The truth is more cruel than lies. Death in the hands of barbarians can preserve your final dignity, so you'd better stop asking."

The troll leader cursed angrily: "You... must have... sold your soul... to... the devil... you barbarians... will all go to hell..."

Yang Muyun didn't care about the toothache curse at all, he recited the curse calmly, and then pointed on the forehead of the troll leader.
Chapter completed!