"The iron ring on the broken tooth is buzzing, broken spear fragments are scattered on the ground, broken armor, blood stains, the moon walks with dark clouds, ancestral spirits are vaguely visible, astrology!"
The timeline goes back to the night before the arrival of the Guge Giants. Silan, the financial officer of the Trolls who had just put down his quill, was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then turned his attention to the direction of the Holy River in the Sun-Chasing Hills.
A flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then the wailing grimoire (magic weapon) opened on its own because it was filled with a large amount of spiritual power, but the content presented this time was too abnormal.
As a peak powerhouse, Silan naturally has a keen sense of smell. As an astrologer, he is far better at predicting disasters than most peak powerhouses.
However, what is presented in the Howling Grimoire (magic weapon) this time is a line of strange symbols, or a language that does not belong to this world.
Si Lan slowly stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips only touched the Magical Tome of Wailing (the magic weapon), the power of chaos caused the index finger to become bloody and bloody, with only the phalanges remaining.
A series of awkward and awkward troll words rang out in the room, and Slan finally consumed most of his psychic power before he was able to regain control of the Howling Magic Tome (magic weapon) and forcibly seal the ray of chaos power.
The official document he had just reviewed was soaked in blood, and several dragon crystals turned into powder. Silan walked out after adjusting his breath.
Along the way, he nodded to the waiters as usual, and even scolded a few guys for standing in the wrong posture, which seemed perfectly normal.
However, after setting foot in the palace hall, he quickly came to the throne, first held up the psychic barrier, and then spoke after repeatedly confirming that it was correct.
"The elephants are in disarray, the Howling Grimoire (magic weapon) is no longer under control, and the legendary power of chaos appears in the Sun-Chasing Hills. The trolls cannot escape this catastrophe, and the pure-blood elves cannot protect themselves."
"If you still trust me as an astrologer, then please obey my wishes and never act rashly again."
Si Lan said this, but he was no longer as calm as usual. Instead, he looked more like an impetuous young man. Could it be that he contradicted the patriarch because of this.
But this also shows from the side that Si Lan is in an extremely bad mood at the moment. If there is still room for change, he probably won't act like this.
"I left my hometown due to the persecution of the orcs and had to live under the shelter of others. Although the pure-blood elves are a very good ally."
"Because of the strong rise of Flowing Light City in the Land of Shadows, he returned home in defeat, and he also sacrificed countless people and was buried forever in the alien continent."
"Is it because of your astrology this time that we trolls will choose to be forbearing again? Then let me ask the astrologer, when will we, the trolls, be able to rise up, even if we can live well!"
Carol, the leader of the troll clan, was stunned at first when he heard this, and then became furious. The guillotine (two-handed axe) smashed into the ground instantly. He may have been disappointed because his fangs were cut off, but he did not lack the desire to fight because of it.
However, her hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and a look of surprise flashed across her eyes. This was because in her heart, Astrologer Si Lan was not only the spiritual pillar of the tribe, but also half of her father.
In her impression, the other party has always been calm, at least not so reckless, so disobedient to her own decisions, so impatient.
"As far as the ethnic group is concerned, I hope that no matter how humiliated it is, it can survive. But for me personally, it is a matter of life or death. I hope to leave here and return to the river of ancestors!"
"There is no need for any big reason. As the leader of the tribe, you should naturally live to the end, otherwise you are incompetent. As your only descendant, Sophia should naturally do the same, otherwise the tribe will lose hope for the future!"
"May the glory of the ancestors protect the trolls, may the power of the stars light up the night sky of Halberd City, may the iron rings on the fangs collide with the most beautiful sound, and may everything be my wrong judgment!"
A streak of blood oozed from Astrologer Silan's neck, and he actually took the initiative to face the guillotine (two-handed axe) in the hands of the patriarch to express his determination.
Afterwards, the astrologer Silan was left alone in the palace hall of Bingjian City. He looked at this place that he was very familiar with, and let out a sigh that echoed for a long time.
He did not exaggerate, on the contrary, he said it very appropriately. It was a mysterious force that the ethnic group could not contend with. Let alone the peak powerhouse, it was estimated that the only way to resolve it was to ask for help from Flowing Light City in the Land of Shadows.
But that is also an impossible choice. Not to mention the tribe, even the astrologer Silan cannot accept it. There are no cowards in the troll tribe, and there will never be any.
"Chief Carol, it seems that I can no longer protect you this time. I hope you can live well. Losing your fangs is nothing. As long as your will is strong, you will always be the best leader of our troll clan."
After that, Astrologer Si Lan took out a crystal vial from the storage bag. The crystal vial only contained one herbal medicine ball, and it kept changing colors, making it look very strange.
This is a secret medicine made by the first generation of astrologers. Once swallowed, it can fully stimulate the potential of the user. However, the price is also very high, and it needs to eliminate half of the user's life force.
"Suovia, it's a pity that I can't fulfill my promise. I originally planned to accompany you to see the world tree of the pure-blood elves and see what the deep twilight forest looks like."
"You must live on. You are the last lineage of the blood-marked trolls. If it is cut off, then our troll clan will really be dead."
Astrologer Si Lan sighed again, and then swallowed the herbal pill. Then he slowly turned a page in the Howling Magic Book (magic weapon), and the entire palace hall was destroyed.
It was night, the city of Weapons was brightly lit, and all the trolls who could take up arms looked at Astrologer Silan, whether they were powerful professionals or children.
There was no need to talk, astrologer Silan nodded with satisfaction, and then he and his tribe silently waited for the disaster to come, deciding to fight to the death.
"Mother, where is this place? Where is Grandpa Slan?"
"It's so strange that people can't sense the spiritual energy fluctuations from the outside world. Is this some ancient ritual?"
It was a secret room located directly under the palace hall. The six walls of the secret room were clearly carved with incomplete space magic formations, which could actually block any breath from leaking out.
The sleepy-eyed Sophia asked, but she had no idea that the trolls were in danger, and even complained that her mother was being too silly.
"Go to sleep, I hope you have a good dream."
"Poor little guy, I only blame my mother for being too incompetent. I can neither protect the tribe nor make any more promises to you."
Carol, the leader of the troll clan, sighed after hearing this, and then flicked his fingers and shot the hallucinogenic herbal pellet into his daughter's mouth.
At this point, Sophia closed her eyes, curled up in her mother Carol's arms and fell asleep. Carol, the leader of the troll tribe, who has always been a tough character, rarely hugged her daughter and hummed the oldest lullaby. This
It's the first time, and it's also the last time in my life.
"The River of the Ancestors is shrouded in mist, the croaking of frogs comes from the north, and the sound of beatings can be faintly heard in the south..."
"The wheat in the habitat of all animals is about to mature. The sun is warm, the breeze is cool, and the grass and trees are fragrant..."
"The Oracle has brought wild game, the Astrologer has already heated the ale, the Temple of Gaia is the place of glory, and the Hetura tribe guards the border..."
"The seven major clans work together, and the Qin Sea flows upstream. The Cold Sea is no longer biting and cold, the beast souls remain forever, and all spirits return to the embrace of the old gods..."
