"The iron ring on the broken tooth buzzed, broken spear fragments were scattered on the ground, broken armor, blood stains, the moon walked with dark clouds, ancestral spirits were vaguely visible, astrology!"
After Gloria Yishin and the others had completely left, the Howling Grimoire (magic weapon) erupted with dazzling light again. Only the troll financial officer and the astrologer Silan, with pale faces, crossed their knees in the Wolf Creek.
At the foot of the mountains, the most terrifying power of the astrologers was displayed.
Although it is far from being as divine and prophetic as the orc orcs, it can be said that the astrologers are also equally famous alien psychics, and they are not better at some extremely vicious spells.
But Si Lan, the astrologer who has always been confident, seemed a little confused this time. And with a sigh that echoed in the drizzle, he opened his eyes again.
"The stars always guide the direction of the trolls. I swear in the name of my ancestors that if what I say next is even half a lie, I will bear the price of eternal disaster, and I will not be qualified to go to the back garden of the old gods!"
Silan's old voice sounded faintly, and he was seen using magic to treat the injuries of the troll tribe leader while speaking.
"The orc Oracle Regeni and the big leader Luca are indeed dead. It is estimated that the murderer is the little girl who fought with us before. But the new Oracle is still alive and well, and is currently in the city of Udun.
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"The dwarf king Balder did not hesitate to acquiesce in the death of the commander, and did not raise any intention to resist the little girl. Everyone, why do you think this is?"
"Senior Camus stepped beyond the peak more than ten years ago. Originally, this was supposed to be a secret, and it was supposed to be the biggest reliance for our troll race to return to the alien continent. But now it seems that even someone as powerful as Senior Camus
, and was not the other party’s opponent at all, it could even be said that it was a completely one-sided battle.”
"The patriarch Carol has been burdened with the humiliation of pulling out the beast since then, and as an astrologer, I am even more unbearable and have no ability to resist. The above are all facts, and they are all things that everyone has seen with their own eyes. Have I ever said anything about it?
Wrong?"
Astrologer Silan said calmly after treating Carol, the leader of the troll clan. In fact, even if he didn't say it, every troll clan would see it.
The trolls are indeed hot-blooded and warlike, but they can also face failures and mistakes and will not hide them. But as a child burst into tears, many troll warriors also lowered their heads.
The little kid who had borrowed the wooden spear of Camus, the seven-ringed troll, seemed to be unable to accept that Camus was killed in such a cruel way, and seemed extremely excited.
"When I grow up, I will definitely avenge Camus! I will definitely set foot in Flowing Light City, the Land of Shadows, and kill that stinky bitch named Gloria!"
The little boy held on to his wooden spear tightly, but he was not even a prepared warrior now, he just exuded a wave of fighting spirit that was as childish as a child's play.
But it was precisely because of this little boy's childish voice that the trolls raised their heads one after another, their eyes filled with blood. As soon as the clan leader gave the order, they planned to pounce on Gloria, even if they were all wiped out by the opponent.<
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"Children still know honor and disgrace, but what about us as elders? Should we lead to the destruction of our tribe due to impulsiveness, or should we endure hardships and reap the belated glory in the future!"
"I swear by my fangs, as long as I, Slan, live one more day, I will never forget today's humiliation! But we still need to calm down, just as in such cold weather, even the most ferocious snakes will choose to lie dormant!"<
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"Thousands of years ago, the Trolls were ridiculed by the world for being expelled from the alien continent, but it was also during those years that the Trolls gave birth to countless pricing masters."
"Today, the Trolls are once again defeated and fleeing. Yes, they are fleeing! Then I firmly believe that the Trolls will become even more powerful in the future, and one day they will be so powerful that they will impress all forces!"
"Let's go, let's return to the Sun-Chasing Hills. A wise man doesn't need to care about temporary success or failure, and shame is not a tarsal maggot, it will eventually fall off on its own."
Astrologer Slan wiped away the tears on the little boy's face, and then ordered this. Immediately, all the trolls, no matter how unwilling they were, chose to pack their bags and plan to return to the Elf Continent.
Silan broke off a fang on his own. This is the most serious oath among the trolls, so everyone stopped clamoring to seek revenge on Gloria.
Looking at Slan himself, he crushed a few dragon crystals silently. After all, he had withstood Gloria's blow, and in addition, he used astrology to appease the tribe. At this moment, he was no longer
Hard to support.
The blood dropped to the title page of the Howling Grimoire (magic weapon). Slan smiled bitterly and shook his head, and actually punched a deep hole in the grass. You must know that he is an astrologer and a psychic driver. Such barbaric behavior is natural.
Inconsistent with identity.
"Astrologer, I can smell the smell of the river of ancestors. The ashes of the previous patriarch are in the storage bag at the moment. Can I bury her in half an hour?"
Carol, the leader of the Troll Clan, said softly, "This dictator who usually goes his own way is now showing endless fatigue and overwhelming sadness.
The River of Ancestors is located in the central area of the Thundering Depression of the Orcs and the Cross Mountains of the Dwarves. It is a sacred place for the Trolls and a place to pay homage to the souls of their ancestors.
However, the astrologer Slan shook his head when he heard this, saying that he could not go deeper into the golden plain, otherwise once Gloria sensed it, the trolls would be annihilated.
"Then how do you think we should return to the Elf Continent, or how should we face the Shimmering Forest after we go back? The other party must be aware of our behavior, and I am afraid that even if we go back, they will teach others how to do it.
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"Thinking about it, I, the clan leader, have really failed. I have not fulfilled the last wish of the previous generation of clan leaders, and now I have even lost my fangs."
After saying this, the leader of the troll clan, Carol, subconsciously raised her hand and shook it, but she could no longer touch her two fangs. Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Carol's condition became worse. It was not an injury.
It was caused by his depression and difficulty in calming down.
"I also lost a fang. Throughout the history of the Trolls, no astrologer is as embarrassed as me. So why are you looking for trouble?"
"The leader of the troll tribe is synonymous with bravery and fearlessness. If you feel that you are no longer qualified, I suggest you die early so as not to drag down more tribesmen."
"It's just a failure. Please think calmly. Apart from the loss of Senior Camus, our troll tribe is not worthy of the words 'vital injury'!"
"If you want to understand, follow me, and we will return to the Sun-Chasing Hills. If you still insist on going your own way, then die on the alien continent. Although I am an astrologer, I am also full of blood in my bones, and I will not be like a bereaved dog.
I’m so panicked that I don’t even have a choice!”
Astrologer Si Lan's words were so serious that many tribesmen who were packing their bags looked sideways. In the end, the red fighting spirit light that only the blood-striped trolls could drive flickered out in the sea of fog, and the trolls left.
The alien continent is sailing along the Qinhai circulation towards the Zhuri Hills.
"Mom, I think you did a good job this time, and so does Grandpa Slan!"
"From now on, I will no longer be willful. I will work hard to practice and one day surpass Senior Camus and seek revenge on him!"
The mast ship was floating on the sea, and the blood-striped troll Sophia, the daughter of the troll clan leader, said this. I saw her sacrificing her storm halberd (halberd), but she was only in her twenties, and she stepped on it.
Entering the pinnacle.
The seven iron hoops were tinkling in the sea breeze. Sophia stood at the bow of the ship, no longer looking back at any alien continent, but instead turned her sights to the sun-chasing hills she was more familiar with.
At midnight that day, a fiery red meteor fell from the sky. The astrologer Si Lan let out a long breath when he saw this, and he felt a lot more relaxed. After all, all the astrology came true, and the evil star disappeared completely.
, the troll tribe will also be saved from the disaster of extinction.