"Click!"

There was a crisp sound, Zu Jin's mouth opened and closed, and then there was a "creaking" chewing sound, and after a while, the troll emperor's throat continued to agitate, making swallowing movements. www.biquge.infoSuddenly, Zu Jin's brows furrowed, as he suddenly realized that he only had one hand.

Reluctantly, he let go of the corpse of the girl in his arms, let the warm delicate body lean weakly on his half-squatting body, freed up his only arm, and Zu Jin pulled out the ...... that was entangled in the teeth in his mouth Blonde hair. - It tastes good, but it doesn't seem like he should be able to take it from the bottom of his head- he thought.

"Ai ...... Erica?" The female captive who sat on the ground widened her eyes with a look of astonishment as if she couldn't believe what was happening before her - Erica, her most beloved daughter, who would rather die of her own work than let her suffer in the slightest, was now ...... Unexpectedly...... Only half a head left?

Most of the human captives were pushed to the ground by the troll warriors behind them, rarely noticing what was happening here, and the female captives looked at their daughter leaning on Zujin in a daze—the cute little face with an innocent smile was now only half left, and the left half of her daughter's face was gone, replaced by a terrible notch in the face of the otherwise delicate melon seed—the shattered skull was faintly visible.

Red blood gushed out of the wound, mixed with some unknown white slurry, and sprinkled in specks on the body of his daughter and the terrible troll, and the eyes that had always flashed innocently were still dull now, leaving only an indifferent left eye staring at him, as if he had not yet accepted the fact of death—the other eye, which had been swallowed by the troll.

The daughter's body twitched weakly, and some of her long blonde hair, which was exactly her own, was torn off, and the rest was mixed with blood, covering the wound on her head, and perhaps it was happening too fast, and her daughter's fingers hanging on the ground were still flicking rhythmically, as if to greet herself.

"Ai ...... Erica, it's okay, mommy is here......" The female captive trembled and stretched out her hand, trying to hook up with her daughter's fingers, and hot tears flowed down the female captive's face. Once, as a little girl, she broke the rag doll she liked very much, and she cried, and cried very sadly; later, when her only brother died on the battlefield, and when the body was delivered to the house, she cried and cried even more sadly; later, when the small mountain village she married was destroyed by the bandits, she held her daughter who was crying, knelt in front of the coffin, and looked at the body of her husband, who had been burned to the point of indistinguishability, she did not cry, she swore that she would be strong in the future, and that she would raise her daughter and make her happier than herself. A woman who supports a family does not need tears - but today, she seems to have dried up the tears accumulated in the past ten years, and today, the home she has spent more than ten years supporting on her own is gone.

With a "brush", the light and bright blade flashed, and the female captive's eyes were still wide, her gaze never left her daughter's blood-stained half of her cheek, let alone pay attention to her outstretched hand, which had been separated from her elbow and her body forever. For some reason, she seems to have lost the ability to feel pain.

After one last deep glance at her daughter's unrecognizable face, the captive's gaze finally left her daughter and turned to Fort Riptide in the distance, her long gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the thick walls to see the only man she had been tempted by for more than ten years, and then closed her eyes forever. The feeble body fell heavily to the ground, and it seemed to be gentle, not even splashing a cloud of dust—mourning, more than death.

"Phew!" Zujin spat vigorously again, his heart full of irritability - a rare good appetite, a rare good food, but this damn hair...... The Troll Emperor lost interest in the delicacy, threw away the corpse of the girl leaning against him, put his mask back on, and left the place that had disappointed him without looking back—of course, before leaving, he did not forget to lean down and cut the fragile neck of the old woman who had been biting his calf with a sharp axe, and then shook her leg casually, and shook her head off his lap.

Zujin's departure was a signal, and the troll warriors did not hesitate to kill the human captives in front of them with their blades, and of course, they did not forget to cut off a piece of the scalp on the top of the captives' heads before that—the work of the headhunter was more interesting when the prey was alive.

Scalp cut off and ended their lives, but the troll warriors' task, or rather pleasure, was not over, they arched their two strange long legs, crouched on the ground like frogs, and began to feed themselves by holding the human captives, or a part of them, - the trolls had a long life, and they were very reproductive, and although they once owned the whole world, they were forever overpopulated compared to their territory, which meant that- Not every piece of food can be wasted.

"You're doing a great job, Zukin. Orgrim looked at the Troll Emperor who was walking towards the hill, and then at the troll warriors who were still having dinner at that intersection, and despite the discomfort that felt like gagging in his heart, he reluctantly smiled and praised-Now he couldn't see the expressions of the humans on the city walls, but it must have been a wonderful expression, right? The fear of being a prey, or even being food?

"Uh-huh......" De Jong bit his lip to keep his crying from erupting, blood spilling from his lips and dripping onto Robin's head beneath him.

"Whew......" Robin gasped violently, he had been struggling for a long time, and like De Jong, blood was running from his mouth - not his blood was running down his jaw on the battlements of bluestone - because he had bitten through his own lip.

"Let go of me, that's enough. It's over. Robin spoke, his voice a hundred times hoarse than the crow of the worst crow.

De Jong got up from Robin who was crushed to the ground, and stood to the side with his head hanging - in fact, he really didn't know what other reason he had to hold Robin down - everything he had done before was just out of comradeship, and he didn't want Robin to die in vain to save Tess, but now, after witnessing such a scene, De Jong was really not sure if Robin was still brave enough to continue living.