"I didn't expect Nidia to become more and more confused as she lived. Not only did she let go of a mixed-blood elf, but she even made friends with two humans." The calm voice was full of coldness, and it was a tone that could not be ignored, and
This tone also made the sunlight in the hall a little thinner.
"Having said that, this is the decision of the pure-blooded elves. Now that the three of them are in the City of Halberds, please ask the clan leader to make a decision!" Oliveira, the bloodthirsty bat, smiled when he heard this, and then asked. Although she
He is the opponent's personal guard, but most of the time he prefers to hang out with Sophia instead of participating in the battles between the trolls.
"I know, you go down first, and remember to remind Sophia to have lunch." The beautiful woman nodded, and then waved her hand to signal the other party to leave. A moment later, calm returned to the hall again, and the picture signed by the pure-blood elf queen was
The letter has long been reduced to pieces.
Carol, the blood-striped troll, the pinnacle of the Seven Rings, the owner of the Guillotine (two-handed axe). As the current leader of the troll clan, she puts the interests of the clan first in everything she does. Although this feels like a violation of her oath, in her eyes
In her eyes, the current shimmering forest is becoming more and more unbearable, and Carol is even confident that she can lead the trolls to surpass it within a thousand years.
And by then, the oaths of the ancestors will naturally disappear with the wind. The trolls have long been tired of the so-called "vassal" status, and have long planned to break away from those heavy shackles, and even think about returning to the golden plain one day in the future.
I personally demolished the Temple of Gaia.
Most of these expectations rely on the descendants of the "blood-striped trolls". These mutant trolls were born in the Elf Continent and are an aggregation of hatred and killing. They are born to be the most powerful warriors, and they have been carrying the burden of blood since childhood.
With the mission of reviving the entire ethnic group.
Carol is like this, and so is her daughter Sophia. But compared to Carol's old-fashioned and stubborn, Sophia seems to be more in line with today's world. Her strength is not for revenge, but simply in the hope that she can be stronger and stronger than others.
Seven Rings Realm.
In the ancient legends of the trolls, those tribesmen who transcend the realm of the Seven Rings will shed their fangs and completely transform into human forms. Each of their ribs is a weapon, the sharpest halberd. But the legend is just a conjecture, and
The so-called conjecture has naturally not been confirmed.
"Since we are all here, let's discuss it. Anyway, you can only do these things, a bunch of useless waste!" Carol regained her mind and then snorted coldly. Then three people in brocade robes
The trolls walked into the hall side by side, one always expressionless, one blind, and the other smiling sinisterly.
"The other party is already under surveillance. The leader is a little boy, a high-level magician. The other little girl is probably a low-level warrior, and the biggest trouble is the great wizard of the elves."
"It's really unheard of for a high-level magician to drive a peak powerhouse. He must be a descendant of a noble human family."
The troll who spoke first was named Broward, an administrator of the troll clan and a six-ringed troll. His character was ruthless and iron-blooded. He was the god of death in Halberd City and even the entire Sun-Chasing Hills. Countless creatures died in his hands.
, and most of them are actually trolls.
As a consul, Broward's philosophy is simple and pure. All those who make mistakes must pay the price, and any riots must be repaid with blood. Under such high-pressure control, it can be said that the City of Weapons is far more orderly than many human principalities.
Being orderly makes you feel more peaceful and relaxed.
"Hmph! No matter who the high-level magician or the peak powerhouse is, have we, the trolls, lost our blood!"
"Without the waste, you can only manage the City of Halberds. If one day the trolls start a war, you'd better hide in the pig pen to avoid losing your life!"
The second person who spoke was named Asquith, the commander of the troll clan, the pinnacle of the Seven Rings, and one of the three seven-ring trolls in the Sun-Chasing Hills.
He snorted coldly, and then used the gut-breaking war hammer (two-handed hammer) in the hall. The huge roar was accompanied by dust that continued to spread to the surroundings, and the only one eye was violent and fierce.
Asquith can be said to be the most traditional troll. He is always wary of all foreigners, and is jealous and disgusted with those foreigners who set foot in the Sun-Chasing Hills.
The Seventh Ring Peak is a unique title for the Trolls, which is equivalent to the Blessed Knight or the Great Swordsman. And as the same peak, the Trolls naturally appear strong because they are bloodthirsty and warlike.
Life is the most important in everyone's eyes, but the trolls seem to be very indifferent to it, or completely ignore it.
The eye that Asquith lost was precisely because he provoked the patriarch Carol in his early years. However, he did not hate him because of it, but his admiration became stronger. In that almost crazy state,
In this state, Asquith finally entered the Seven Rings and reached the end in just a hundred years.
"Chachai, a fool, an idiot, you two are really made for each other! Should this be said to coincide with each other, or does it mean that stupidity can also be contagious?"
"Although our troll warriors are extremely powerful, can we defend the Shimmer Forest's counterattack head-on in this way? As for the Temple of Gaia, it is even more idiotic!"
"Forbearance is a long process, it is a silent sigh after suffering to despair, and it is also a fine tradition that we trolls still have to uphold today."
"The whole world is changing. Just like those pure-blood elves with eyes on the top of their heads, aren't they now opening their doors and trading frequently with human principalities?"
"So in my opinion, those three guys are just here when they come. As long as they don't do anything extraordinary, the trolls should choose to turn a blind eye."
The old man who had always been shrinking in the shadows laughed strangely, and then slowly walked into the light. Silan, the troll financial officer, the great witch doctor, and the owner of the Howling Grimoire (magic weapon).
As the existence second only to the astrologer, Slan can be said to be the head of the entire troll clan. And now that the troll clan has no astrologer, it has long lost its advantage in magic power.
As Slann opened his mouth, Administrator Broward and Commander Asquith both shut their mouths. Because in their eyes, Slann would definitely become an astrologer, and the Trolls would set sail because of this. So-called
"Wisdom" is just the ice around the flames, a cup of strong tea when you are intoxicated, and a wake-up call behind the boiling blood.
The three troll ministers finally set their sights on Carol. As the clan leader, she is the one who finalizes all decisions and is the leader of the troll clan.
"You three talked so much nonsense, are you planning to anger me? This is why the troll clan is declining!"
"Block Halberd City immediately. I want to see what those three guys are capable of, and let the pure-blood elf queen escort them!"
With a roar, the guillotine crashed deeply into the ground, while Carol's face was as sinking as water, and she slowly stood up from the throne. Fanatic pressure soared into the sky, instantly freezing the entire Weapon City.
Rikka's face froze, her skin turned tan, and the hands shrunk in the leather sleeves turned into short blades. The giant rock cradle containing the female contract beast appeared out of thin air, and the poisonous miasma enveloped the three of them, and then began to fight with
The other party tore at each other. Boom sighed and could only hold the black wooden staff tightly and wait quietly for the other party to appear.
He felt like he was constantly being disturbed recently, either by the strength of the Dark Elf Queen Donna, or by the pure-blood Elf Queen's hidden knife in her smile, or by the fierce and violent coercion at the moment. Looking at Rikka's hair full of silver threads, Boom
Organize your mind and adjust yourself to the best state.
Although he has no interest in fighting with others for no reason, if anyone dares to hurt Rikka, Boom will have no choice but to tear him into pieces. This is the motivation for him to get to where he is today, and it is also his responsibility as an elder brother.