Trandel is enjoying his days.

As the king of trolls in the whole of Freljord, Trandel can be said to be "under one man, above ten thousand".

Although he had to surrender to the ice bloodline, it was never a contemptible thing for a guy like Trandle to surrender to the strong, and the law of the jungle was so red in the frosty tundra of Freljord that it was enough to make Trandle lose his few modest temperances and dispensable reserves.

But then again, Trandel had a decent life after the surrender - it was clearly better to accept human offerings as a mercenary than to scavenge in the snow of the Freljord tundra.

Although not all trolls are convinced by Trandel's leadership, because Trandel is the most combative, no one has come out to make trouble so far.

As the king of trolls, Trundel knows all about the many trolls under his command.

After all, there's no shortage of nostalgic beings for the glory of the past - yes, trolls are true demigods in the traditional perception of most Freljord's intelligent beings!

Descent of the Demigods...... Hehe.

Remembering the legends he had heard of with noses and eyes, Trandle swung the giant popsicle mallet in his hand, summoned a huge ice throne, and sat down.

The glory of the past is only the past after all, and for the sake of the happiness of the present, Trandle does not mind bowing to the strong!

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Looking at the troll sitting on the icicle with a popsicle from a distance, Rod scratched his head a little irritably.

It stinks.

It stinks so far away, and the smell of the trolls really makes Rhodes feel intolerable—in Azeroth, and in Valoran.

In addition, the presence of Trandel also made Rhodes inexplicably sore-wrenching - it's not a duplicate name, it's the real king of trolls.

Although he hadn't fought Trondel, Rhodes could sense that he was a cunning guy.

Because all the information shows that the trolls are the cunning ones who can claim the throne.

Ice trolls have been living on the land since before humans even set foot on the Great Glacier of Freljord.

At that time, the trolls were still the de facto rulers of the entire Freljord, and the king of trolls was also the veritable king of Freljord!

The united trolls submit to their own king, and the subservience and faith of a race causes the power of the troll king to explode in an almost godlike fashion, which was one of the symbols of Freljord's power in those days.

The most famous king of trolls in the entire history of Freljord is named Guabrac and is ugly enough – and among trolls, the uglier the troll, the more cunning and lucky.

The cunning and fortunate Guabraque once passed the test of the demigod Orn and found the creator.

Guabrac's goal was to find Orn to build a door for himself, a door that no one – and no trolls – could open to store his treasure.

Orn was busy with his own blacksmithing at the time, so he was reluctant to accede to this frivolous request.

In Orn's opinion, Guabrac is strong enough, but he is very calculating and boring.

In this case, the cunning Guabraque resorted to the traditional method of trolls – betting.

Guabrac's bet was simple, two barrels of troll honey, the first to drink it won - if Guabrac won, Orn would build a door for him; Otherwise, Guabrac needs to turn around and leave, no longer entangled, and the previous demigod test is also declared invalid.

Orn loves to drink, and no one has ever been able to drink Orn - so he agrees to the bet.

Unfortunately, the trolls are never honest when it comes to betting, and just as they were getting the honey, Guabraque added ice to Orn's barrel.

Ice is a precious ice that can only be found near Avinia's lair, it is the compression and essence of ice, and at the same volume, Zhen Ice is hundreds of times heavier than ice cubes.

It's a pity that Orn, who has been forged all year round and has infinite strength, didn't discover Zhen Bing for the first time.

Orn and Guabrac raised their casks at the same time, and Orn drank faster - but alas, the ice in his wine was melting, so the cask was barely finished.

When Guabulac dumped the cask, indicating that he had drunk it dry, Orn realized that he had been fooled when he realized that he had been fooled.

On the one hand, Orn could not break the covenant because of the dignity of the demigod, and on the other hand, he was disgusted with trolls and did not want to accept such an obedient forge—but soon, Orn found a way.

The forges of the Great Glacier burned for a whole month—for a month, Orn's furnaces went on day and night, and he literally forged a gate that was terrifying enough.

This door is almost completely magically immune, and it is solid enough to rejoice when it comes to seeing it, even if it is as picky as Guabrac.

Soon, Orn had completed the installation of the gate, which was installed halfway up the mountain, outside the treasure house in Guabulac.

The gate carved with a ram's head is beautiful and ornate, and most importantly, no one – or trolls – can open it.

Even Guabraque, the door's titular owner.

That's right, after being set up by Guabulac, Orn wittily retaliated by forging exactly as Guabulac had requested, but using Guabulac's own language to trap the troll king into tears.

Unable to open the gates, Guabraque never saw his treasure again in his life, and the trolls gradually fell apart into small tribes scattered throughout Freljord.