Ten days later, the troll boy arrived at East Antler Bay in the Principality of Zeon. Countless three-masted cargo ships swayed with the waves, like wooden boxes stacked at random on a hill.
Fifteen days later, the troll boy landed at Crocodile Mouth Bay. The familiar smell of nuts and dried meat filled the air, the scorching sun baked the earth, and tumbleweeds jumped and rolled.
Twenty days later, the troll boy passed through the Ogre Tundra, bypassed the Holy River, and finally entered the City of Weapon Halberd. It was not until this moment that he showed a smile.
She believes that no one in the Holy City of Trolls would dare to attack her. This is a confidence engraved on her bones, and it is also the pride of being a troll.
In the afternoon of that day, the troll boy didn't bother to eat, so he hurried outside the main village. After many rounds of announcements, he was brought in.
Slann, the troll financial officer, the great witch doctor, and the owner of the Howling Grimoire. He is a sinister and sophisticated person. Although he is powerful, he is extremely disdainful of the so-called "fairness and justice".
In his eyes, everything has only results. And those long and tortuous processes are just excuses to justify themselves, or linen to cover up shame.
Although he is a financial officer, Slan spends most of his time every day on research. The "Great Witch Doctor" is an existence that can compete with the oracles of the orcs, and is the pinnacle of troll psykers. But they are fundamentally different from the orc shamans. If shamans are believers who serve the gods, then witch doctors are self-centered loners.
"Come in, young warrior." Silan's old voice came out of the wooden door, and his tone was full of unquestionable majesty and coldness.
The troll boy stood timidly in the sun. Perhaps only these warm things could bring him some intimacy at this time.
However, the great witch doctor Silan did not stop his work. The glass in front of him was making a hissing sound, and the water that should have been blue slowly turned into deep red.
"Mushroom...Mushroom? Is Lord Silan cooking?" The troll boy thought with some idiotic thoughts.
The medicine of the trolls is world-famous, and it is the foundation for their survival. It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, the great witch doctor at that time swallowed a secret medicine, and then met the maker of the Charybdis vortex, the Cold Halberd Sea.
His master, the mermaid Scylla, the leader of the mermaid tribe, fought for ten days.
Although the great witch doctor was eventually torn into pieces, he still tore off a piece of the opponent's light scales. As for his body, it dissolved in the sea water, killing nearly a thousand fish-men warriors.
But this ancient inheritance is withering from generation to generation. Si Lan has a very bad feeling. If he can no longer find a direction, the future of the trolls will be gray.
Psychedelic mushrooms, a fungus potion with a pungent smell, can reduce the cooldown time of all spells for a certain period of time after drinking it.
Silan waved his hand and handed the three vials to the waiter, and told him to distribute them reasonably. The more cold-blooded a person is, the more hopeful he is. Silan does not want to see the death of his tribe again, at least if it can be avoided. p>
"Boy, I remember you. You are that old guy's son, right?" Until this moment, Silan turned his attention to the other party again.
"S... Sir Slan, my father asked me to bring you something." The troll boy stuttered in reply, and then took out the pink container from the storage bag.
However, Si Lan, who was originally looking a little depressed, stood up instantly after seeing this object. Sawdust flew, smoke and dust dispersed, and the troll warrior stationed outside was thrown directly more than ten meters away.
An ancient book engraved with mysterious magic patterns came out of his chest, and ghosts cried and howled in the sky above the main village, as if the end was approaching.
Not far away, another bloody breath that seemed to be real rose into the sky, but then disappeared out of thin air. Silan turned his head and looked at the troll youth again.
At this time, the troll youth had already collapsed on the ground. His eyes were full of despair, and he even closed his eyes silently. He did not regret his return to Bingjian City, but he still didn’t know what it was about.
The Howling Grimoire, the magic weapon of the great witch doctor Slan, is also the spell-casting tool of the great witch doctors of all ages. It is stained with the blood of the trolls and is the source of their faith.
It is filled with names and heroic deeds. It is said that when you turn to the last page, it will be a turning point for the troll family.
Therefore, Slan rarely used the Howling Grimoire in his life. In his eyes, this object is not like a magic weapon, but more like the inheritance of the troll witch doctor.
But today he sacrificed it without hesitation, so he was aware of the thing in the container, which was a magic power that only existed in classics.
"Boy, tell me everything you know, and maybe I can let you continue to live." Slan said in the light of powerful psychic energy.
"Uh...this is what my dad got after he was cured. That day a little girl..." Hearing this, the troll boy honestly told what happened that day.
Two hours later, the troll boy left the main stronghold. Until now, his face was still full of confusion. He didn't know why the great witch doctor was so excited, and even complained about his father's sloppiness.
In another palace, Silan put away his previous coldness and arrogance, and instead bowed down with a respectful expression, recounting the commotion just now.
"Great witch doctor, that broken book hasn't been burned yet? Destroy the main stronghold with your own hands and see what a good thing you have done!" A woman with a delicate face scolded in a deep voice.
"Clan leader, I'm so happy. I finally found the magic power of the space system, the magic power of the space system!" Si Lan laughed loudly, completely unaware of the other party's increasingly cold expression.
Boom! The loud noise struck again, but this time the initiator was not Si Lan. A huge ax exuding a bloody smell was seen smashing through the ground, and the tip of the ax handle was pressed tightly against Si Lan's eyebrows.
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"Eh? Mom, what are you doing? You're not planning to bully Grandpa Silan, are you?" A milky voice suddenly came to mind, and the beautiful woman's face, which was originally full of frost, instantly changed into another face.
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"No, I'm playing with your Grandpa Silan! Do you think so, great witch doctor!" The beautiful woman looked at Silan again and said with a smile.
"Your mother is bullying me. Alas, people become useless when they grow old." Silan reached out and touched the little girl, then signaled the guards to take her away.
The setting sun passed through the gap in the main village, dyeing the huge palace blood red. The old man looked at the sky, and kept stroking the pink vessel with his right hand.
The beautiful woman who had always been silent sighed and lost her previous savagery. As for the little girl, she was dragging a halberd and running with a smile.
"Are you sure? It seems that I have to go to Shimmer Forest in person." The beautiful woman asked helplessly.
"We, the troll clan, were first bullied by the orcs, and then became the appendages of those elves. If the clan leader insists on doing this, I have nothing to say."
Si Lan bowed and saluted, then turned and left, but at this time, his face was full of unwillingness.
The beautiful woman looked at the other person's leaving figure and instantly crushed the armrest of the throne. She is the most powerful warrior of the troll clan, how could she not know what will is.
"Asquith, go and kill everyone who knows about this. Do it yourself. I choose to believe in our great witch doctor." The beautiful woman said softly.
A figure walked out of the corner, and then disappeared with a leap. The beautiful woman slowly closed her eyes, as if she had never opened her eyes from the beginning to the end.