At the same time, Orn realizes that he doesn't like people asking him for help, so he throws his shovel west with all his might, and no one knows where it fell. The whereabouts of the shovel have been lost in the darkness ever since.

Then he turned to the east and threw his favorite fork far away, eventually falling into the sea. Later, it was said that a mermaid king found a trident containing divine power at the bottom of the sea, and has ruled his kingdom ever since.



Orn was about to throw the hammer high in the night sky, but he couldn't do it, so he stayed. If you had the chance to ask Orn if the hammer was his favorite tool, he would have laughed out loud and said that you were naïve as a little devil. But in reality, he valued the hammer as more precious than all his other creations.

"Dawn brings the fullest berries and the fattest fresh fish." I said to the kids, "We're going to get some rest." ”

The children shouted in unison and begged me to tell another story. One is fine.

"There's only one story left in Orn, so let's save it for tomorrow night......" I said.

It was only when they begged to do the dirty work and didn't complain that I would let go.

IV: Troll and Ram Gate

Everybody knows you don't want to challenge a troll at a wine table, right? Even you little ones know not to bet on trolls, because they're all treacherous and always win. Moreover, it is well known in Freljord that the uglier a troll is, the better his luck and the more treacherous.

Unfortunately, Orn didn't know any of these things.

The "Ugly Guabrak" is the oldest troll in the world. He had long chest hair that could wrap around his thick toes...... Ahh So he's always going to trip over himself and break his nose. Because he had fallen so many times, his nose had completely lost its original shape and turned into a ball of meat. He only has two good teeth, one eye with bad eyes, and the other even worse. Her round belly was littered with moles and warts. I'm definitely not going to tell him what it smells like. Otherwise, you won't be able to eat the mackerel stew again.

"Build me a door to protect my treasure so that a thief will never steal it, that kind of door." Guabraque knocked on the door of the furnace and said to Orn, "I will give you ten barrels of troll honey, made from the secret recipe of the ancestors." ”

Orn ignored him, but Guabraque shoved his foot in and blocked the door. Orn didn't want the troll's slimy footboards to stain the paint, so he asked Guabraque to continue.

"Let's make a bet," said the ugly troll, "and see who can finish a barrel of troll honey first, and the other will do something for him." ”

"If that gets you away, okay." Orn never lost at the wine table. No one knew back then. You know it now.

"It's always nice to have a drink anyway." Guabraque laughed. His smile made a pillar in the furnace town tremble. As Orn turned, the troll shoved a piece of ice into the barrel and handed it to him.

They saluted each other with Freljord's bitter drink, and then gulped down. Orn found the mead a little blunt, and he didn't like it very much. By this time, however, Guabrac had already drunk half of it, and his own wine was still almost level with the rim of the barrel. Orn threw his head back and slammed it, almost thinking he was going to drown.

Still, Guabraque threw the empty barrel to the ground before him. The troll burped, and the fire turned a miserable green in an instant! Orn coughed and muttered incoherently.

"What's wrong?" Guabulac asked with a hippie smile, "Are you choking?" ”

Orn then discovered the ice in the wine. It's the constant dissolution of ice cubes that dilutes the mead. No matter how much he drinks, Zhen Bing will continue. Orn smashed the barrel with one hand.

"You're cheating." Orn's anger caused an earthquake that sunk several small islands into the sea.

"Of course! Otherwise, how could an ugly troll like me have the ability to win the Great Orn? "To be honest, the ugliest troll is almost invincible in the world, but Orn hasn't dealt with ugly trolls much, so he doesn't know. But little ones, you know now. "Don't you regret it!" Guabraque reminded him.

"What I've said is as hard as a hammer." Orn growled, "Even if I'm tricked by you." ”

So, it took Orn ten days to build a gate that no one else could match. He put a ram's head on the door, just like himself, and like the sheep in the heart of the earth of Freljord. This door can't be eroded by magic, let alone the guys who sliding and picking the locks. Guabraque was speechless with satisfaction, something that was rarely seen in a troll.

Orn closed the door to the troll's cave. The cave is atop a troll hill, where Guabraque, the ugliest troll in history, hides his treasure.

Orn grunted all his life and staggered down the hill, leaving Guabulac alone to admire his new door.

When Guabulac came to his senses, he realized that the last time he counted his treasure had been a day ago. He became agitated, but he didn't know how to open the door! There is no way at all!

Guabulac tried to slam it open with brute force, but the ram's gate did not move. Then he tried to smoke the paint off the door with a foul stench. The gate remained unresponsive. Finally, he tried to pull the hinges off the rock wall, but the gate was nailed deep into the mountain, and the troll clung to the door for a long time, causing only a pain in his shoulder. He was completely locked out.

Guabulac stormed into Orn's furnace country. "What the hell are you playing?" He shouted. The smell was so foul that it almost extinguished the fire.

"There's no trick at all." Orn said, stirring up the fire again. "You asked me to build a door to protect your treasure and never let any thief come close, and I did. As long as the mountain remains, the door will always be there. No one can get it open. As you asked. ”

"But I can't get in!" Guabulac exclaimed, "I'm not a thief!" ”

"Time is more precious than gold." "So you're a thief," said Orn, "and I'm as skilled as I've ever said." ”

For years afterward, Guabraque tried to get his hands on his treasure, but the door never opened, and he couldn't even find the keyhole. Whenever he scratched his ears and cheeks in front of the gate, the ram's head on the door would stare straight at him, forever reminding him that he had deceived Orn.

To this day, if you listen closely before an avalanche, you can still hear the grief of greedy old Guabraque echoing high in the mountains.

The children quickly fell asleep and snuggled up by the fire. One by one, I carried the orphans into the tent. Our tribe may not be wealthy, but we are not Winterclaws.