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Mr. Duya, a former member of Ravenhold Manor who has passed the sixth level of lingua franca, thinks so.

Turning to humanity and relying on the corpses of his fellow clans, Mr. Onetooth, the former one-toothed prime minister, and now the prime minister with broken teeth, the inner turmoil is as irrepressible as a volcano about to erupt.

Bet right!

The alliance wins, not loses, so he is the hero of the trolls, and it is he who has found a path to a bright future for Zumashal.

The moss trolls, who had been forced to surrender under external pressure, finally stopped being angry with themselves because they were afraid of the human blade.

All this makes the broken tooth feel a long sigh of satisfaction.

Where does the dream begin?

Born in the Hinterland Evil Tooth Clan, he did not embark on the path of anti-troll in his childhood because of his father's selfless love. Just because he was born with a fang, no matter how hard he tried, the patriarch and the adults of the clan would never give him the slightest encouragement, no matter what kind of bending he pandered to, the friends around him would always greet him with fists and stones.

It's not me who is wrong, it's the world that is wrong!

So when Onetooth hated the clan more and more, the Evil Tooth clan couldn't tolerate this deformed child who lacked a root tooth, even if the one-tooth in his youth was already a terrible hunter.

Chance favors only the prepared/troll.

After returning from another hunt, the prey was mercilessly plundered, and he rose up to resist, and was beaten all over his body, and his father fell to his knees, prostrate on himself, begging for forgiveness from others.

I'm not wrong! Why did the father ask for intercession.

It's not me who is at fault! Why did my father suffer for me?

I'm still too weak, even if One-Tooth has the confidence to strangle any scum who kicked his father in a one-on-one fight, but in the face of the collective strength, I am so powerless.

"It's okay, Dad, I'm so good at fishing, I'll get some good goods and send them to the captain of the guard tomorrow, it'll be fine, don't worry."

Listening to his father's words, the one-tooth who pretended to be strong finally couldn't help crying.

What the hell is going on in this world!

Is it really my fault?

The young troll, who began to doubt the state of his life, looked at his father who was repairing fishing nets in his cabin, and looked at his younger siblings who were forever starving, with an indescribable sense of alienation, anger mixed with sadness, suppressed in his heart, unable to breathe.

That night, Onetooth left Badtooth Village with a wound, left his clan, and began a wandering life.

Deadwood trolls aren't a good thing either, they actually want to eat themselves.

Cynsaro is not a habitable land, and the High Priests are beasts in the skin of trolls.

These dwarves, I just said hello and threw stones at me, they have so many hands!

That year, the young one-tooth didn't even know anything like a musket.

As he walked farther and farther, Duya, with his excellent talent as a hunter, stumbled all the way across Hinterland to Arathi.

Leaving the lush primeval forest for the first time, he was greatly shocked by the highland scenery of Arathi.

This is the legendary new world?!

Then, in a fateful encounter, when Onetooth was napping on fire in a sheltered place, he witnessed a fight that belonged to the dark side of humanity.

Ravenhold, take the money to do things. Archsteward Fallad personally led the team, and the blades walking in the shadows sent the greeting of death to their prey.

A massacre without suspense, the League of Assassins won a resounding victory and cleared the level unharmed.

So naturally, Ferad did not allow perfection to be stained.

The bystanders must die.

For the first time, Onetooth felt the whisper of death in his ear.

For the first time, the young troll understood what a terrible race humans were.

The kind of weakness that can't touch the corners of the opponent's clothes even if you try your best, the kind of teasing where your heart is dragged in the palm of your opponent's hand and lightly and heavily, and the kind of freehand that you are looking for teeth all over the ground while picking your nose......

Even when Farad's blade was pressed to his throat, Onetooth did not give up his resistance, even as the poison seeped into the blood along the cut skin and began to rob him of his body temperature and energy.

"Nice looks, follow me."

It wasn't until four years later, after completing his initial training at Ravenhold Manor, that Duya understood the meaning of Falad's words.

The city of Zumashar itself is a huge sacrificial ground, and standing at the highest point of the city, Prime Minister Broken Tooth was very disrespectful in the process of sacrifice.

Maybe it's because this conspiracy is so naïve.

The heroes of Zuaman, Zurkin, were all defeated, and Zumashal's loyalists sacrificed their lives for their gods during the siege of Carlos.

Since he didn't die the first time, the cruel words he talks now are just a lie to deceive himself.

For the glory and freedom of Zumashal?

Could it be that the glory of Zumashar is the yellow face and thin muscles of his people?

Could it be that the freedom of the moss trolls is to choose between starvation and death!

Broken Tooth couldn't help but laugh.

"Prime Minister, why didn't Her Majesty attend this ceremony?"

It began, and the restless guys started to get into trouble.

What could the high priest of the collapsed faith do now but drink heavily? Is there still one less festival she misses? Now that you are starting to care about your queen, what are you doing earlier?

Oh, a little earlier, Gotakin hasn't come back yet, a little earlier, the human garrison hasn't been completely withdrawn, a little earlier, you guys haven't eaten yet, you're still hungry.

Now that Gotakin is back, you think you have a backer, and you can challenge me.

Trolls, inferior races.

The broken tooth really has a feeling of mourning its misfortune and anger.

During his years as a thief in human society, he had not read the human record of the ancient troll empire. He knew no less about the rise and fall of the Troll Empire than the priests.

In Evil Tooth Village, my compatriots have excluded me because I have lost a tooth, and in Zumashal, you have excluded me because I am not from the Evil Moss Clan.

Can't you see how the Amani Empire came to an end?

Don't you understand that unity is strength?

Can you all give up your past hatred and prejudice to defeat me, and join me in the struggle for a troll tomorrow?

Ignorance.

Shallow.

The hatred is as light as water at the extreme, and the pain is so bad that it doesn't hurt.

Broken Tooth stood above the clan, silently watching the performance below.

Foolish, think that my guards who have been transferred away are foolproof?

Think you'll have no worries with the support of that stupid woman?

How stupid!

You think that Gotakin is my ally!

After seeing the prosperity of the human world, and witnessing the power of the Alliance, how can you go back to the past for the sake of your ignorant traditions!

In the crowd, Gotakin asked about the broken tooth with his eyes countless times, but received no answer, and finally could only bow his head and watch the hoarse performance of the former troll nobles.

Change always needs to be bloodshed.

Forget it, when I told Broken Tooth about the conspiracy for the first time, I was already doomed to the fate of some trolls, so why bother acting now.

So, under the bad taste of broken teeth, the opponents experienced a roller coaster of emotions.

"Tustin Gou, kill the rebels."

The trolls who have experienced the baptism of orc warfare are completely different from their compatriots in the mountains and forests in terms of technique and tactics.

Unlike the guerrilla fights during hunting, battlefield fighting is a matter of swords and guns, and the Tartin Gou troll mercenaries who returned home to visit their relatives burst out and ended the coup d'état that was doomed from the beginning in less than a minute.

"The wedding of the great King Carlos is imminent, and Zumashal cannot but offer his blessings. It's inconvenient for me to leave, so you go. ”

"Okay."

"The benevolent King Carlos has no prejudice against us, but humans do, so we must be patient where we should be patient, don't show our bravery, look stupid, be honest, it's better to make a human child bullying the troll warrior, can you understand."

"Understood."

"There are also gifts, you must pay attention to the method, don't try to please everyone, our backer is only King Carlos."

"Huh? Hmm~~ It's me who did it wrong, I see. ”

In the bloody sacrificial ground, Gotakin, who was once so high in status that he didn't know where to go, defended the authority of Broken Tooth with absolute surrender without the slightest displeasure.

After the broken teeth left the field, the Tustin Gou naturally surrounded them.

"Gotakin, these are our people."

Without even glancing at the stumps and severed arms all over the ground, Gou Tajin said lightly.

"Not anymore, broken teeth are our people, these are just the dregs of history."

"But ......"

"Think of King Carlos's promises, look at the food of your family, and look at the clothes of the scum. Zumashal's life now is us, us. We! We fought with our lives. ”

The Tustin Gou listened to Gotakin's words and subconsciously looked at the "leaders" who were torn apart.

Luxurious sacrificial robes, delicate ornaments, and spices that are very expensive even in human society.

"Broken Tooth is right, the league won, very beautifully, we were on the side of the victors this time, and we will be on the side of the victors in the future. Come to think of it, it's time to give our prime minister a name with "gold". ”

Gotakin said casually.

"But the high priest...... I mean, the Queen......"

"The queen has her own wishes, and we don't need to worry. With these idle thoughts, it is better to think about the expansion of the mercenary group, King Carlos allows us to expand the scale to two thousand, and do not let the cancer get in. ”

"Yes."

Broken Tooth returned to his residence, changed into a beautiful but impractical robe, and revealed a capable short fight.

Lifting the dark board and entering the tunnel, without much effort, Broken Tooth bypassed the guards and arrived at the dormitory of the Troll Queen Zumashal.

A few maids didn't seem to see the broken teeth, what to do, and then left the room with exaggerated acting skills.

"Oh, you're still alive, it looks like those idiots failed."

"You're just an idiot."

"Whatever, whoever gives me wine will support whomever I want, if you don't let me drink, I'll give you the list."

The Broken Queen's Faith did not realize how bad her words were.

"What, my puppet queen is no longer useful? Before killing me, shouldn't you let me have a good drink? ”

Broken Tooth silently walked up to the queen, sat down, gently touched her lower abdomen, and then pinched her chin viciously.

"Give birth to the child well, and then I won't care about you anymore, and I won't care if you want to drink yourself to death."