Looking at the eight headless corpses lined up in front of him, the troll leader beat his chest and screamed wildly.
"Bastards! These brainless bastards, the barbarians, didn't fall into our plan! Ouch, the brainless bastards, the barbarians, actually used their plan to kill eight of our soldiers!"
Damn, it’s really hateful!
There are only over 300 trolls in total, of which only half are young and strong, half are male, and the other half are young and strong males who are strong and fit enough to become warriors.
Counting this way, there were only more than thirty warriors, eight of whom died at once. The troll leader's bleeding heart was like Sophie's side leak.
What made the troll leader even more crazy was that his own tribe members went up to die one by one, eight of them died in one breath.
"Idiot! If you go together, you will kill them directly, idiot! Why do you have to fight him alone! What's the use of fighting him alone? Idiot!"
The troll's subordinates thought to themselves: It's not just for the equipment. Of course, the reason for taking the equipment is to challenge the leader's position.
"Chief, there is a bear next to the barbarian. Judging from the aura it emits, it should be a magical beast."
Warcraft?
Upon hearing this word, the troll leader's pupils instantly shrank to the shape of needlepoints, and his chest, which was rising high due to anger, instantly collapsed.
I saw the troll leader hunched over, looking around, and asked hissingly: "Are you sure it's a monster?"
Without waiting for his subordinates to answer, the troll leader jumped instantly, kicked his subordinates over, and roared: "If a barbarian subdues a magical beast, can you come back alive? Idiots, idiots! A bunch of idiots!"
The subordinate wiped the saliva from his face and the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gestured awkwardly: "Chief, the barbarians have metal equipment, such a big shield, and such a big breastplate. Really, our warriors can't pierce it, even if they use
Even the power of ice cannot pierce it."
The troll leader thought for a while and said: "We have the blood of ice flowing in our bodies. We all clearly felt the explosion of ice power the night before yesterday. Something must have happened to the barbarian tribe, and something serious."
After careful calculation, the troll leader asked: "The barbarians go from west to north?"
The troll subordinate nodded, "Yes, they did go from the west."
The leader sneered, "Then, the next stop for their mountain patrol is the Great Lake in the East. It is covered with ice and our strength has doubled."
Having said this, the troll leader took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice: "Gather all the warriors and go to the Great Lake to ambush. Kill the barbarians and avenge the people!"
The surrounding trolls' eyes instantly turned red, and they roared: "Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
At the same time, Yang Muyun and his group were still wandering around the swamp.
Dashi reminded: "Chief, this is no longer our hunting ground."
Yang Muyun nodded, "I know, that's why I came here to let them know that we have been here."
The Everglades area is full of mud, with a layer of silt at the bottom, a mixture of ice and water above, and a layer of moss, ferns, and vegetation above.
Microscopic creatures can float on the water and fly on the grass here, but large creatures are likely to fall into the mud after entering certain areas, and then sink deeper and deeper, and are eventually swallowed by the mud.
Yang Muyun had just witnessed a sheep-headed man accidentally slipping into the mire while mowing grass on the shore. When other sheep-headed men saw this, instead of coming to rescue, they backed away from the distance.
Not only to stay away from your companions to prevent them from falling into the mire, but also to prevent others from rescuing your companions.
Dashi said: "Chief, this is the rule of the Great Swamp. If you take away the sacrifices of the Great Swamp, you will inevitably be cursed by the Great Swamp. We'd better not care about it."
Yang Muyun nodded and said nothing.
At this moment, Yang Muyun's ears seemed to hear Laxida's words - there is no free food in this world, if you want to get it, you must pay.
The great swamp becomes fertile by devouring life, and then breeds such lush aquatic plants, nourishing thousands of lives.
When I saw the black soil around the Everglades, the only thought I had in my mind was that it was "fertile". This kind of soil that can produce oil when you grab it can breed more and stronger crops and nourish all living beings.
But now, Yang Muyun is thinking about traps and graves.
No wonder Laxida deliberately avoided the black soil when walking and only settled on the white snow.
Then I thought about it, isn't the magic circle on my left hand the same, sacrificing life and obtaining supplies?
Without this magic circle, the barbarians would be like many other races, frantically entering and exiting the death zone in order to get a bite to eat.
After taking a look at the sheep-headed man who was swallowed up to his neck by the mud, Yang Muyun turned and left.
"Let's go! Go to the big lake!"
After walking very far away, you can still hear the sheep-headed man's sad and helpless cry, but after a burst of muffled sound, the sheep-headed man's voice suddenly stopped.
Maybe he won't die for a while, but the feeling is definitely worse than death.
The death of the sheep-headed man was insignificant, but it made Yang Muyun understand how hard rice cooks work for a bite, and it also made Yang Muyun understand the importance of food in this world.
For a mouthful of food, many races will risk their lives.
Whether it's your own or someone else's.
After walking for a while, Yang Muyun suddenly stopped and said, "Dashi, do you know the troll's lair?"
Dashi sneered, "Of course I know. I followed Da Lie and the others to the troll's lair to call for formation. It's a pity that I just spit a few mouthfuls of saliva at the door of their lair. I didn't go in, and I didn't see any blood."
Yang Muyun waved his hand, "Let's go! This time I'll tell you seven in and seven out! The bloody one!"
Dashi excitedly waved the bone stick and turned around to go back the way he came.
But Yang Muyun said: "Take other roads and avoid the swamp."
Hearing this, Laxida raised her head in surprise and looked at Yang Muyun's back again and again.
Is this little guy really a barbarian?
Dashi didn't think much and immediately led everyone to take a small path and move forward quickly.
In order to march faster, Yang Muyun ordered the goblins to abandon their burdens.
The goblin was very reluctant to give up, so he quietly found a pit and poured the dried fruits in his basket into it, then covered it with a layer of snow, put the fish in it, and then covered it with snow.
Finally, the goblins peed a few more times on the snowdrift to cover up the fishy and fruity smell.
After doing this, the goblins picked up the troll's long stick and caught up with Yang Muyun and others on their short legs.
Dashi slowed down slowly, pointed ahead and said, "We are almost there after climbing over the mountain."
But the next moment, Dashi suddenly stopped and raised his palms to signal everyone to stop.
Yang Muyun squinted and searched ahead, then said with a smile: "No need to hide, come out!"
For a long time, there was still no movement ahead.
Yang Muyun bent down and balled up a handful of snow, then threw it towards the stone pile at the bottom of the mountain wall.
The snowball exploded, and a vulgar and ugly head appeared in its place.
The ugly guy didn't feel any embarrassment at all. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders to shake off the snow as he walked forward.
"Barbarian warriors, are you going to the troll's lair? How about taking me with you?"