Chapter 246 The Ice Troll's Pot

Author: Panda's Big Wooden House

Chapter 246 The Ice Troll's Pot

If you fight in the mountains of Skellig, if you encounter a head-on battle, thousands or hundreds of people can play a role. If it is a special terrain, even thousands of people can play a role is not as good as dozens of people.

After hearing Fetov retelling the crisis of the Todaloch family, East thought that the Ice Giant had arrived at the plains. He planned to use his army to surround the monster, so he summoned other families to send troops to support him, hoping to solve the Ice Giant once and for all.

Unexpectedly, the monster born in the snow and mountains has returned to the mountains. If ordinary soldiers want to enter the mountains to encircle and suppress, they will really die as much as they go, and it is really not as powerful as a few witch hunters.

Theoretically speaking, the best tactic now is to use some bait or other tactics, and spend some money to lure out the Ice Giant. As for how to lure and what bait to use, it requires Lann's witch hunters and the druids of the Oak Ring to brainstorm together, and they can always come up with a solution.

Unfortunately, Harold was captured by the Ice Giant, and there is still a possibility of survival. Easter cannot stand dead and die in this situation.

After thinking for a while, East left Halma and Caris, asking them to continue cleaning the battlefield with a small number of rescue troops, and preventing sporadic monsters from attacking the wounded and victims here while they were leaving, causing secondary losses.

He himself took the rest of his people deep into the mountains, looking for the disappearing patriarch of the Todaloch family, Harold Hoznott.

...

While waiting for Lann to meditate and restore his magic, Yuna seemed to suddenly remember something, and rushed into the ruins of the family with her guards. After searching for a long time, she dug out a cold and fierce sword.

The sword body of this sword looks like a whole brass, with a deep color, but it gives people a bright and bright feeling, like the last ray of sunset at dusk; the sword spine and hilt are simple, as if they are a semi-finished product, and they have not had time to inlaid gems and carve patterns on it.

But when you look closer, you can identify the small runes on it, flashing with a glimmer of light. It’s just that the original color of the sword body is too deep, covering these runes that should have been dazzling.

This dazzling and simple sword has only one decoration, that is, the hilt of the sword was made into a counterweight ball in the style of a round shield badge of the Tursek family - which also shows the identity of the master of the sword.

Yuna solemnly held out the sword with both hands and presented it to Easter.

"In legend, Tyr, the son of Hamdor, came to Skellig Island at his father's instructions. In order to settle on the island, he had to kill a giant bear like a mountain. So he walked into the deepest cave in Skellig, and cast a magic weapon for the furnace with the flames in the center of the earth. Its blade was so sharp that it could cut a hair vertically from the middle, so powerful that it could cut down a century-old tree with one blow."

Yuna lowered her head and just raised the sword: "When my father knew that you were planning to attack the Ice Giant and received your commission to forge weapons, he summoned the craftsmen of the entire clan to forge this [Blade of Tyr], hoping to help you cut off the head of the Ice Giant and gain glory beyond your ancestors."

"It's a pity that when the ice giant attacked us, this sword didn't have a chance to get out of the sheath..." Yuna paused and took a deep breath, "[Tir's Blade] is the highest masterpiece in our Todaloch family's history. Please use it to save my father!"

Not only East, but all the eyes around him who touched this [Tir's Blade] were stuck in his sight and could not move.

The Todaroch family is no less than the dwarfs and the top sword-casting master of the dwarf clan. The forged steel swords can definitely cut off ordinary standard long swords without any effort. In addition, with the help of the archipelago druids to enchant runes, this sword has reached an unprecedented height and is a treasure that can be passed down for thousands of years.

Although there is no time to carve the identity on it, for the king of the archipelago and Easter, this is exactly the best state.

"Blade of Tir." Easter repeated the long sword that carried the ancestors of the Tursek family, stroked its sword spine with his fingers and said solemnly, "I will definitely not let it cover the dust!"

...

The Ice Giant has gained the ability to walk with a blizzard since time, and has some concealment of his whereabouts.

Fortunately, it was still short of its departure, and there were five witch hunters in the team who activated the witch hunter senses together. They soon discovered the traces left by the giants and climbed the mountain along them.

Even though he had already crossed the mountains once because of encircling the Velka people, Lane was still marveling at the steepness of Skellig.

Less than half of Skellig's land is plains, and more than 70% of Udwick Island is mountain range, which contains rich minerals and numerous monsters.

The stairs with artificial traces had long disappeared, and everyone was climbing between the primitive rocks and the trail at this moment; the temperature dropped below zero, and the air became more and more bone-breathing and thinner.

"stop"!

After advancing for a while, the witch hunter at the front of the team suddenly made a gesture of forbidden advance, and the entire team immediately stopped neatly.

All the elites of the Tursek family were brought by them. Before entering the mountain, part of the command was delegated to the witch hunters, so the soldiers were quite obedient to Geralt and their tips.

Of course, the witch hunters have won the trust and respect of the soldiers in their battles with the Tursek family in these few times. Even though Easter had no orders, if the commander was not present, these soldiers might spontaneously follow the advice of the witch hunters.

However, Geralt, who had just made the stop order at the front of the team, suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. This could be said to be the first time he encountered such a soldier who was so banned under the leadership of the team.

"Gealt, what's wrong?"

Easter stepped forward and watched the witch hunter squat on the ground and pulled up a pinch of dust from the ground.

It covered it with snow, but after the surface was cleaned by the witch hunter, a huge footprint appeared below. The soil was mixed with a dark red color, as if a pool of things on the ground were trampled open by a huge figure.

"Human blood, and it's quite fresh." Kogrim also came up, his snake eyes shiny slightly because they inspired the senses of the witch hunter. "We are close."

Gede looked at it a few times and found that the pheromone emitted from these blood was quite complicated. He commented: "There is more than one person's blood here. It seems that the ice giant has kidnapped many other 'hostages' on the way."

East nodded with a serious expression: "I just hope it is really a 'hostage', which means we still have a chance to rescue them."

"In addition to this, we have new troubles." A voice attracted everyone's attention. It was Cohen, who, a few steps away, also made new discoveries.

There was also a huge footprint in front of the witch hunter in the Griffon School, but in addition to the mixed human blood, you can also see several much smaller footprints covering it.

These footprints are not worn with boots, which is very unreasonable in such a cold and cold environment. What is even more unreasonable is that these footprints seem to have a few toes missing, and the edges are not as smooth as normal soles of feet, but instead protrude and resurrection, just like... there are stones on the soles of feet.

"Troll." Geralt insisted on the railway. "If you live in this environment, you will be the Ice Troll."

"And." Cohen squatted down and looked at some of the fine footprints around him. He looked like the soles of a half-grown boy, but his toes were bent and twisted, "Corrotten Eater."

Easter squatted down and looked around for a few times. He was better at naval battles and was not very familiar with such situations in and out of the mountains and wilds.

"Can you tell the number of them? How far is it from us?"

Geralt did not think: "It's very close, maybe you can meet it after walking forward for a quarter of an hour."

As soon as the witch hunter finished speaking, hundreds of weapons suddenly made a clanging sound of steel on the mountain road. Fortunately, there was wind in the mountains, which swept away the sound.

The soldiers who were already on guard entered a state of fighting at the same time.

"In terms of quantity... it's hard to say."

East hesitated: "Will there be such overwhelming numbers like the previous siren?"

Geralt shook his head: "The habits of siren are different. They are nests formed by large groups of people, and it is convenient to fly in the sky to gather. When this ice giant wandered around the surrounding islands before, maybe all the nearby siren were gathered."

"The corrupt food demon does not have this maneuverability, and the terrain in this mountain range also limits their large clusters. There may be more than a dozen heads, but no more than fifty at most."

Looking at Easter's slightly relieved expression, Geralt emphasized: "But the corrupt demon is a monster that will explode and die with the enemy. The damage caused will be several times that of other monsters, especially in group combat, which is particularly strong and can easily cause unnecessary casualties."

Lann is not as good as other witch hunters at tracking, and has not yet been able to identify the monster's body through his footprints. He has just been listening to the analysis of these old predecessors with East.

At this time, he asked in a question: "If they are frozen, can they relieve the explosion?"

Geralt choked and remembered Lann's exaggerated [Alder French Seal] before.

"No one has tried it before, you can try it..."

...

Following these traces, an abandoned mine cave soon appeared in front of him.

The mine is huge and deep, and the solid pine wood is made of wooden frames, which are fixed with thick hemp ropes to support the ceiling and side walls. Rusty iron picks and mineral waste are scattered nearby, and broken and weathered bones can be seen from time to time.

This was once the mine of Todaloch, but now the resources here have been exhausted and have been abandoned. This is a good nest for monsters in the wild, and I don’t know who is occupying it now.

The terrain is complex like a spider web maze. Every few steps you walk, an oil cloth torch is hung on the rock wall on the side. They can still be lit for so many years.

Cohen and Geralt used the [Ignefax Seal] to illuminate the torches one by one. For the witch hunter, a bottle of [cat] is enough for them to move unobstructed in the dark environment, but if Skelig's soldiers act together, light becomes a necessity.

However, the mine was not very narrow and long. From time to time, there was a cold wind from the other exit rushing in. Soon, it became clear in front of me. The light that was much brighter than the torch made everyone's vision clear.

At the same time, there was also an unexpectedly rough voice coming from the source of the emitting light.

...

"Meat! Meat!" Along with the dull footsteps, a dull voice seemed to be singing, "Soup! Soup!"

This is a huge figure about two meters and five meters tall. The wide shoulders are better than the height. The belly is as round as a pregnant woman, and the back is like a turtle shell, making the body hunched over.

It's a troll, an ice troll.

Compared with the rock trolls that Lann encountered in Kelmohan, the skin surface of these ice trolls is blue and white, and the rocks covered with skin are still covered with broken ice, emitting a rolling cold air. Their temperament is many times more ferocious than the honest "troll demon" family.

They were also more numerous, with five heads. At this moment, they surrounded a huge forged stove, and seemed to use the container used for iron smelting as a soup pot, setting up a high fire to stew something underneath.

There were so many things in the pot that the lid could not be covered, so it simply opened and churned. From time to time, the meat piece was splashed out by boiling boiling water. At this time, there would be dancing and trolls rushing forward excitedly and grabbing it and stuffing it into their mouths.

"Little little man! Little little man!" The singing voice kept on, "Boat soup! Bouillon!"

As he was jumping, the ice troll whose head was bigger than his companions around him suddenly stopped, revealing the melancholy eyes that the species should not have been exposed.

"Little little man, broth, can you not give it to the big man?"

As soon as these words came out, the dancing ice trolls stopped and their faces became sad.

An ice troll with the appearance of a leader hit the ice troll head with a heavy punch.

"Little little man, given by the big man!" It scolded dullly, "It's not the Ice Demon, I can only drink soup, not eat meat!"

The ice trolls seemed to have selectively ignored the fact that they had no right to control food. After being reminded, they could no longer be happy. They just surrounded the edge of the forging furnace, hoping that a few pieces of meat would be splashed out from the boiling soup.

The place where they live is an important location for the mixed mine caves, with four or five corridors connecting them. But at this moment, an ice troll's nose thrust a few times and suddenly looked towards the widest corridor.

"The smell of smell, there are little people! More little people!"

The ice troll's eyes burst out again, this time it was the hideousness that its race should have.

"Ice Demon, catch the little one by one! Boil the broth, make the broth!"

In their hungry eyes, two amber cat-eyed demon hunters first came out of the corridor, and then Tursek soldiers armed with iron armor.

Then there were several other witch hunters carrying double swords, and then more Tursek soldiers.

More and more.

The eyes of the ice trolls gradually transformed from surprise, excitement, hideousness, hunger, and thirst to dullness, doubt, panic, and even began to think.

...

Lann and East looked at the Ice Trolls expressionlessly and the boiling pot behind them. The Ice Trolls' words were just heard by them.

A strange fragrance drifted out of the iron pot, which was a strange nut, herb, alcohol, and most importantly meat. A variety of complex ingredients were mixed and boiled to create a subtle aroma and a foul-like stench that looked like socks, which only made people want to disgust.

With a "gulp", the soup boiled, and a piece of meat was rushed out and smashed it on the head of an ice troll. The other party showed a dexterity that was completely different from the body shape. He grabbed the piece of meat from the air without looking back and stuffed it into his mouth.

And Lann's face looked even more ugly because it was a toe.
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