Occasionally, unusually strong are among the trolls, and some of the deviant ones can barely find any physical traits similar to their siblings other than the large tusks. If it is in human society, the title of monster and deformed child will accompany them through their tragic lives. But in a society of trolls, these deviants are tolerated and cared for by their fellow citizens.

Quasimodo is one such mutated troll.

Quasimodo, who is two hundred and eight tall and weighs three hundred and eight, and has four hundred and eight arms long, can eat half a bear in one meal. Even in times of famine, the tribe did not abandon him, which gave the deviants a strong sense of belonging and identification with Amani and Zu Aman. Even if he couldn't find a suitable match, the love from his brothers still nourished Quasimodo's lonely heart like a clear spring.

No one knew that this monster capable of tearing tigers was honing his fighting skills in his spare time, and his hobby was planting flowers.

But today, now, on the battlefield of life and death, Quasimodo hates himself very much.

I hate why I don't plant flowers in a daze, and even spend the time I eat and sleep on training.

This human in front of you is the real monster!

Obviously only to his chest, obviously his arms are so much thinner than his own, obviously he looks white and tender, why is the strength so great, why is he moving so fast, why is he not afraid of himself?

Slightly distracted, the human slashed at Quasimodo's shoulder with an axe.

Oops, the tense muscles still didn't stop the axe, and the left arm didn't need to use any force, and it would take at least a minute to recover.

Quasimodo sank his body violently, contracted the muscles of the injured area with all his might, and swept his right hand into a fist, successfully forcing the human back.

Grabbing the hilt of the axe, Quasimodo pulled out the weapon on his shoulder. Blood spurted out. Moving the numb wound and using the muscles to stop the bleeding, the troll's powerful regenerative ability took effect, and the wound could heal completely in two minutes at most.

The axe unexpectedly closed his hand, and Quasimodo showed a bloodthirsty look. If you lose your weapon, what are you going to do, do you want to fight me hand-to-hand?

The human actually laughed, rejected the other weapons his companion handed him, and clenched his fists, does he really want to fight me hand-to-hand?

Quasimodo is furious, you're insulting me, human!

Despite the fact that the wound did not heal, Quasimodo rushed forward like a raging split-hoof bull. He raised his axe five meters away from his enemy, so that he could smash it down in the most comfortable position in the next step, smashing the hateful little white face into meat sauce.

Mystery, 100% empty-handed!!

Quasimodo was surprised to see his opponent with emerald wings growing from his back, and then clasped his hands together to catch his own slash.

That's impossible! Even with one hand, I, Cassidomo, can smash stones with one punch, how can you catch my axe!

In the blink of an eye, Quasimodo found that the emerald wings dissipated into bits of starlight. Then there was a lack of hands, and the opponent in front of him suddenly disappeared.

That's right. Hallucinations.,Everything just now was an illusion.,It must have been too much masturbation last night.。

Although Quasimodo's body staggered as the axe fell, the mutant troll's heart was relieved.

Immediately after that, I felt pain in my right ankle. Quasimodo lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Damn, when did he get around behind me?

Quasimodo fell to the ground as he adjusted his stance and used inertia to forcibly retract the axe and slash out. organized the opponent to take advantage of his fall to the ground for a follow-up pursuit.

It worked, and the human jumped away.

But because his left shoulder hit the ground, the wound that had just stopped bleeding broke again, and blood was scattered on the ground again.

Forcibly supporting the ground with his weak left hand, and with a chaotic slash as cover, Quasimodo barely stood up, but he was also exhausted and panting.

And his opponent stood ten meters away and looked at him with his hands on his chest, with a smile on his lips.

You're killing yourself!

The sudden rage triggered the power hidden in the bloodline, and Quasimodo entered a state of blood rage, and the whole person felt a sense of relief, and the pain seemed to be far away from him.

"Human, you have to pay the price!"

Quasimodo frantically wanted to vent his anger, he wanted to break the axe in his hand to vent his anger, but found that he kept bending, and he couldn't even bend it.

"Tustin Go."

Hearing that the human actually spoke the language of a troll, Quasimodo paused for a moment, and then thought about what little reason he had left.

Welcome?

What is welcome?

, you dare to defy me!

Go to hell!

Quasimodo held an axe in both hands, jumped high, and slashed with his blade.

However, his enemies were not intimidated by his immense might and drew their hunting knives from their thighs.

I split the air, and it feels like I should have made a big opening from my armpit to my waist.

But whatever, it doesn't hurt anyway, on the contrary, it's a little cool.

Quasimodo landed with another backhand punch, forcing his enemy back again, and then dodging up, vowing to cut his enemy in two.

How can it be? How could such a big man be so flexible?

Seeing that the short human body flashed his sweeping trajectory, he looked down again, and there was already an extra knife on his chest.

Stupid, how could such a short knife hurt me, I'm Quasimodo with three hearts!

Unfortunately, the mutant troll didn't have time to sneer, and the two hands belonging to the human were already holding the handle of the knife on the chest and pulling it horizontally.

With a pop, even though the effect of blood frenzy blocked out the pain, Quasimodo still felt that it would hurt.

Then from his right shoulder to his right hip, the blade slammed into Quasimodo's ribs, slicing another wound with a crisp sound.

Quasimodo has since become a troll with a cross scar on his chest.

You're looking for death!

At this distance, it is impossible to smash it by yourself!

Quasimodo smiled bloodthirsty, regardless of the blood gushing from pulling at the wound muscles, he just wanted to split the annoying little creature in front of him in half, eat half tonight, eat half tomorrow morning.

But, how is that possible?

He actually caught his wrist with one hand?

He actually grabbed the handle of the axe and ripped off his fingers?

Quasimodo threw a left hand and threw a left hook. The person who provoked me was in danger, but he felt like he had been smashed on an iron plate.

"Hello, goodbye."

Although the fury of blood gives the monster in front of him the endurance to endure pain without fear and ignore damage, but a wound is a wound, and one's own perception can be deceived. The physical laws of this world do not allow deception.

Carlos clearly felt that the strength of this monster was decreasing, and its madness was just overdrawing its physical strength.

When he felt almost over, Carlos stopped playing and decided to give the enemy a dignified death that would have given him the thrill of a life-and-death struggle a death that would have been in line with a warrior's death.

Kicking the mutant troll's calf, the troll's knee slammed into the ground with a huge kinetic energy, and the meniscus should have shattered.

Throwing the Augin axe into the air, Carlos unleashed dozens of punches containing the power of holy light in a matter of seconds with a strange cry of "Ah-da", completely paralyzing the troll's joints and muscles.

Take a deep breath. Leaping high and stepping on the troll's shoulder, Carlos caught the Auguin Axe and unfurled the wings of light again to change the direction of the power, slashing a powerful blow without effort.

It turns out that after being beheaded, the blood can really soar so high.

In the spare time of landing, Carlos inexplicably remembered the controversy about "Dou E's Injustice".

"Gotaki, your so-called strong man of the Champion Amani. Is this kind of reckless man with brute force? I haven't fought before, but my instincts tell me. You can play two of these goods. ”

Carlos grumbled dissatisfied. Time was pressing, and Carlos was no longer allowed to continue his hunt with the imminent return date of the five-day period. Although the enemy in front of him is not a mediocre hand, but this kind of legion combat weapon is fatal in a one-on-one single challenge, the weakness of lack of agility is fatal, let alone in strength. This mutant troll only has an advantage, and can't be crushed.

"Boss, Quasimodo is the strongest troll in the flesh, not to mention that it was just an accident, his sister Esmeralda should have been a good opponent. But for some reason, Zuaman Wukui Esmeralda is not there, and I can't be blamed for it. ”

Somewhere he learned it, Gotakin began to call Carlos the boss, and learned the trick of throwing pots without a teacher.

"He, Quasimodo, sister, Esmeralda, Zuaman Vuqui? Does Zu Jin still have a nickname called King Jiwu? ”

Carlos felt his face twitch.

"Boss, I didn't understand what you said later."

Gotakin truthfully reflected his confusion.

"Forget it, this big troll head is enough as a gift for Tulayan. Gotaki, you go and get the embalming treatment. ”

Carlos decided not to dwell on that.

"You've found the right person, boss, your human craftsmanship is too poor, and we trolls are professionals."

Gotarkin walked over and picked up Quasimodo's head.

"Ymir, is the battlefield cleaned up?"

Carlos stretched, feeling the comfort of a burst of exercise.

"Big young master, four hundred and twenty-six heads, our army has not died in a single battle."

In informal settings, Ymir has always called Carlos the eldest young master, repeatedly emphasizing his status as a retainer.

"Ha, Gotakin they poisoned the water source a day in advance, this can still kill people, don't say that you are the elite of Alterac in the future, don't say that you are my Carlos. Barov's soldiers, young master, I can't afford to lose this person! ”

Carlos doesn't mind Ymir's flattery, nor does he mind the seniority of the generals in private.

Reading novels before, Carlos felt very unhappy with the noble lords' loyalty or not, and felt that the noble lords were stupid. When he became king, Carlos realized that he was destined to be a fool too. Because Carlos found that when he was in trouble, it was not Henry Shet who trusted him the most, not the Knights of the Royal Sect, the generals of Alterac, or the cavalry general he had single-handedly raised, Ymir.

For Imir, whose ability is above the level, Carlos doesn't mind giving him some special treatment.

"That's what the young master said, but it's still a huge victory."

Ymir does not miss every opportunity to make a fool of himself.

"Hahahaha, let's go, if you delay any longer, it's not good for the trolls to come to reinforcements. The wind is tight, and it is whistling. ”

Carlos waved his hand, and the raiding force quickly retreated.

Although in front of people. Carlos was unimpressed by the killing of Quasimodo, but after joining up with Aurelia, Carlos was extremely sarcastic and boasted in front of the Ranger Lord.

I want you to start stealing people's heads, I want you to play without missing hair, and I want you to show off blindly. Hahaha, just ask you if you accept it!

Although the leaders on both sides are tearing apart, their subordinates are still fulfilling their duties and maintaining a strict cordon.

Because the five-day tour of Yongge Forest is coming to an end, and the tour group is too deep into the troll activity area.

Led by Carlos and Aurelia, the elite of the coalition attacked the troll and orc camps at least twice a night.

On a whim, Carlos took out the skills he had learned in his previous life to show his subordinates what it means to make Alterac not believe in tears.

As participants, these soldier officers were trained after seeing Carlos's characteristic night raid and the elven silent killing technique. In addition to the excitement, it is also a vest that is cool and cool.

One of the characteristics of intelligent creatures is that they can make analogies and simulations.

If I were those trolls and orcs, would I be able to escape?

The more I think about it, the more frightened I become, so there is no need to be reminded, no one is lazy when it comes to vigilance and night sentry.

Because I am afraid, because I don't dare.

When the last squad returns to the staging area, Carlos points at the Garrison Death Squad riffraff.

But when Garrison gives Carlos a baggage, Carlos can't scold.

"I heard he has a fiancée?"

"Yes. Not married, but the daughter is five years old. ”

I said. He seems to be only twenty-four, right? ”

Ymir digressed to dispel a faint sadness, and Carlos was stunned before he realized that this was Azeroth.

"Go on."

"His father-in-law looked down on him, and the two of them eloped, and he promised his fiancée that he would give her the name of a countess."

Ymir sighed. A silent tribute to my heroic colleagues in my heart.

"I can't give him the title of count, but I will grant him the title of countess. Go in peace, your wife and I will raise her. ”

Garrison's daredevils stole Aslan out of nowhere. Prayer's Blade. Bonigto broken in five. Phantom Dancer.

Grief to grief, business still has to be done, count the results of the battle, the five hundred and seventeen sightseeing tour killing group returned with four hundred and six people left, but the results brought back are nine hundred and thirty-four.

One hundred and twenty hours, this vengeful army spent less than twenty hours eating and sleeping, and the rest of the time was spent on seeking the enemy, attacking and killing, intercepting scouts, and destroying logistics.

Carlos made it clear that he was going to release the Tulayan pigeons, so how could the time spent traveling be counted in the vacation. What's more, there are more than 400 trolls, such a big piece of fat, if you don't eat it, you're sorry for yourself.

After laughing and scolding, on the way back to Maple Creek Valley, Carlos found an opportunity to talk to Aurelia alone.

"Are you better?"

"Not at all."

"Reason."

"Tyrone. Bloodseeker. If you don't crush him, this hatred will last forever. ”

Seeing through the illusion of Aurelia's strength, there was a growing fire of anger, and Carlos felt that he was wrong.

"I'll help you."

"Thank you, I'll repay you."

"Huh."

Carlos originally wanted to jokingly ask, did he promise to be a person?

But in the end, only the two-word mantra remains. (To be continued......)

PS: That's right, on this Double 11 Holy War Day, the author brings deep respect and greetings to all the book friends who don't roll the sheets in the middle of the night, because the author didn't go out to play!

licked his face and said that it was for the audience, anyway, the author himself didn't believe it, so the audience pretended to believe it.

The 86 sons of the kingdom of heaven, Ouchi's green and black tea, please update, on this holy war day, do you dare to have a more chapter.

Well, with deep malice, no, respect, the author wishes everyone a happy chopping day.