Perhaps this is the truest appearance of the Trolls. Compared to the orc tribe's current style of acting with the big leader as its will, the Trolls are more willing to trust astrologers rather than any clan leaders.
At least when disaster struck, the troll warriors did not hesitate at all, let alone where the clan leader was. This was their maximum tolerance. Silence was always more honorable than yelling.
"Brothers, our ancestors were framed by the orcs and did not hesitate to cross the Charybdis vortex to come to this continent and live under the shelter of others."
"Now, disaster has struck again. Are you going to protect Zhuri Hills, or are you going to escape and bear the infamy forever?!"
"No one will be spared this time. The clan leader who lost his fangs is already on the verge of death, and the life or death of his successor, Lady Sophia, is also uncertain. Fortunately, I can still stand here and move forward side by side with you all!"
"Wielding sword blades, drawing long bows to full length, stones can also defend against enemies, teeth remaining even without weapons, there are no cowards among the trolls, let alone cowards!"
The astrologer Si Lan shouted like this, and saw him floating in mid-air, as majestic as the arrival of his ancestors. He himself also felt that the power of psychic energy was pouring into his body crazily, and it seemed that he really got what he wanted, and a miracle came to the weapon.
city.
This was a wonderful feeling that he had never experienced in his life. It was as if in this state, he was no longer afraid of the Shadow Land, Flowing Light City. Even if the Blood Demon Gloria came again, he would have the power to contend with her.
With a bang, the Howling Grimoire (magic weapon) turned to the fourth page. It was covered with totems symbolizing the ancestors, and it was constantly exuding the power of life.
"The poisonous sting tears the white cocoon, the neurotoxin breaks through the silk sac, violently, predatory, the underground nest collapses, and in front of you is the host, the poisonous explosive spider!"
Astrologer Si Lan pointed his finger in the sky, and white cocoons began to fall from the sky above the City of Halberds. Tens of thousands of psychic spiders turned dark green and instantly enveloped the blurry shadow.
The poison that was enough to make even the most powerful people retreat completely penetrated the shadow's body, until all the poison-exploding spiders exhausted their last trace of psychic power.
"The crimson eggs turn into nymphs, the half-moon film listens to the death knell, hatches, eats, obscures the realm of clouds, the greedy cochlear chest cavity, the bloodthirsty locust swarm!"
Astrologer Si Lan waved his hand again, and then the dark clouds in the sky became darker, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound. They were an uncountable swarm of bloodthirsty locusts, as fast as lightning, and their tails contained spiritual energy that could paralyze ancient ferocious beasts.
fluctuation.
It was like a heavy rain pounding the surface of the lake, and like ice cones falling one after another. The shadow that had just set foot in Bingjing City was "heavy hit" again, and seemed increasingly unstable.
"All the golden scorpion tail needles are peeled off, the dorsal fin of the lionfish is curled and rotten, the bones, corpses, the souls of the dead are whispering, the deceased opens his eyes again, and dances in the rain!"
Astrologer Si Lan poured more spiritual power into the Wailing Magic Tome (magic weapon), and saw that the dark clouds could no longer remain silent. The rain lines containing the power of stars fell instantly, soaking the water in the City of Weapon Halberd.
Every corner.
The tribesmen who had fallen stood up again. Although their eyes were dull, they emitted more terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations than they had during their lifetimes.
And compared to the living, they appear to be completely unafraid of death. After all, they have already died once, so there is nothing to fear.
Either chopping, biting, or pulling. More and more dead people are "resurrected" due to the "Dance of Rain Sacrifice", continuing to fulfill their vows during their lifetime and guarding the City of Halberds in another way.
This was a battle that lasted for several months. In the end, Astrologer Slan burned out his life force and thus opened the last page of the Howling Grimoire (magic weapon).
That spell tore through the space barrier, not only shattering the shadow in one fell swoop, but also bringing him into the habitat of all beasts.
In the habitat of all beasts, he saw the patriarch Carol, the little princess Sophia, and even the river of ancestors that he had longed for.
At this point, the astrologer Si Lan took off his brocade robe and stayed with the sheep all day long. When he was hungry, he would roast some meat to eat, when he was thirsty, he would stick his head towards the stream, and when he was tired, he would stay with the Star City.
This was the life he dreamed of. The tribe returned to the habitat of all beasts, and he no longer had to shoulder any heavy missions, but instead galloped freely across the golden plains like wild beasts.
He prefers the smell of vegetation to the smell of blood; he prefers to live in the most authentic way to intrigues; he prefers to watch the stars than speculate on the next move of all forces. Blessings are given to
All living things.
Patriarch Carol's fangs grew again, and Sophia sat on the throne, losing all her immaturity and becoming a worthy successor.
Looking back at the crowd, they all laughed very happily. The elders who had lost their legs and feet gathered in the square every day, talking loudly about their past glorious deeds. The young people walked together, or got into the mercenary union, or worked together.
A boring college class began.
The children are still so helpless and so cute. They are running on the bluestone road, no longer worried about any disaster, only the lollipops in their hands are the sweetest.
The men went out hunting, and when they returned they not only brought back a heavy prey, but also a rose. The women washed clothes, but had already prepared a sumptuous dinner, waiting for their husbands to knock on the distant door and their children to wash.
Clean hands.
It's just that... all of this is a beautiful dream, so beautiful that all the trolls, including Astrologer Slan, can't extricate themselves.
The perspective returned to the real world, and the Guge Giant had indeed set foot in the City of Halberds. However, the scene in his eyes was completely opposite to the dream. There was no scene of the soul returning to his hometown, and he never saw any children laughing and laughing.
In the dream, that battle had ended a hundred years ago, and the trolls had won a complete victory, and thus returned to the habitat of all beasts.
But in the real world, this battle is still going on. All the trolls are lying on the ground, no longer willing to resist. They seem to be welcoming the arrival of the Guge giants. No matter who is the peak powerhouse, or a cockroach or a bug,
Wild cats and dogs.
"This is what you ants should be like, be quiet, I don't like making noise..."
"But waiting for the call from the superiors is no reason to be disturbed. Compared to being disturbed by anyone, I prefer this kind of deathly despair..."
The Guge Giant nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this, but with every step he took, a powerful troll would die, and countless ordinary people would completely lose their sense of autonomy.
However, Si Lan, the astrologer who bore the brunt, had a trace of consciousness left after losing a lot of life force. However, the blurry scene in front of him could no longer be connected to the beautiful dream, and it was as painful as being torn apart.
Sitting on the ruins, the Gug giant completely lost the desire to continue taking action, or in other words, the trolls who were trapped in their dream were unable to break free from their restraints.
The snoring became louder and louder. Once upon a time, the always arrogant trolls tried to return to the habitat of all beasts and live up to the glory of their ancestors.
However, in reality, they were unable to withstand even a single move from the Guge Giant. Let alone a desperate fight, it was still unknown even if the opponent set foot in the Weapon City.
Perhaps for most trolls, dying in a sweet dream is the best ending. After all, that way you can still savor the taste of satisfaction, otherwise there will only be endless pain.
The power of the stars foreshadowed the decline of the tribe, but it was impossible to clearly distinguish the severity of the disaster. This situation cannot be avoided. It can only be said that the luck of the trolls is so bad that they are exposed to disasters one after another. They are unable to escape and cannot escape.