The air was filled with blood, and Zulde took a deep breath, the smell of blood making him tremble with excitement. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info and the place where he was standing at this time made him even more excited, the hall representing the status of the chieftain, although it was dilapidated, but this could not stop him from becoming a chief!

"Zuld, it's almost," a very young-looking troll warrior walked in and reported to Zuld, a troll warrior who was supporting him, the blood on his weapon hadn't yet clotted.

"Very well, Bazarak." Zuld frowned, he felt that the troll warrior's behavior was somewhat casual, although he saw fanatical worship in the eyes of this young man, he preferred to be respected by his people like the lord.

"Go and get everyone together, it's time to announce that I'm going to be their new chief!" Zuld smiled and patted Bazarak on the shoulder.

"Yes! Chief of the Zuld. Bazarak exclaimed excitedly, and the young troll from the bottom of the tribe exclaimed, he had never thought that he would be able to participate in such a big thing.

"Chief Zuld?!" Zuld repeated Bazarak's words in a low voice, feeling a little fluttery, and closed his eyes, Zuld raised his head and gasped for breath in enjoyment.

After the coup d'état went well, after killing Anashik in the prison area, he and his companions quickly gathered their supporters, successfully organized more than 100 fighters, and took control of the civilian area.

Zumawi's resident troll population is only 3,000 people, 80% of whom are civilians, and these civilians don't care who is their big chief, they only care about who can bring them benefits, and it is clear that the goods brought back by Zurd and his companions have made the trolls see the actual action.

As a result, most of the troll civilians acquiesced to Zuld's actions, and a few opportunists, intending to take advantage of this opportunity to gain the approval of the Anashik faction, jumped out without knowing whether they were alive or dead, and were killed by Zuld's supporters.

After a brief speech, Zulde's support grew to hundreds, and more trolls stood by and watched differently, not supporting Zulde or the dead Annashik.

Because they knew that, in addition to the cruel Anashik chieftain, there was another ruler in the tribe, the witch doctor Kraka, the uncle of Anashik's wife, and it was clear that the witch doctor could not make Zuld better.

Zurd also knew that the witch doctor was his worst enemy, and that he was no more than an ordinary troll warrior in terms of martial arts, and he knew exactly how he would be treated against a witch doctor with mysterious powers.

But there is a powerful mysterious person on his side! When Zurd arrives at the chieftain's hall to capture Anashik's wife, he meets Kraka, who has been waiting here for a long time.

Not even a word was left for the poor witch doctor, just the moment he found the witch doctor, the long sword of the mysterious strong man had already cut off the witch doctor's head, and the witch doctor's blood flowed all over the ground, and the breath of blood also filled the hall.

Opening his eyes and glancing at the headless corpse of the witch doctor, Zulde shuddered, put away his triumphant expression, and became humble again. The clever troll knows very well how he came to be where he is now.

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"What people!" Just as Zuld was about to gather all the trolls and declare his sovereignty, a group of humans in raincoats arrived at the entrance to Zumawi, and the troll guards who supported Zuld shouted vigilantly.

"It's me." Among the human beings came a tall woman, she stepped out of the shadows of the forest, her appearance illuminated by the sun, and her white hood made people look down on her specific face.

"Anna-sama!" But when the troll guards saw her, they immediately put down their weapons and respectfully moved out of the way, bowing their heads and not daring to look at anyone, until everyone had passed through before they dared to look carefully.

"Phew-" Barriman let out a long sigh of relief after all the humans had passed, he was a confidant of Zuld, one of the trolls who had first gone to the Chieftain's Hall, and he had seen with his own eyes how the harpy named Anna had killed the witch doctor.

Anna's great strength has spread throughout Zumawi, and any troll is very afraid of this powerful warrior who killed Anashik and the witch doctor, and the trolls respect and worship the strong.

"Barriman, is the chief really going to take refuge in the humans?" While Barriman was in a daze, a troll guard approached him and asked in a low voice.

"Shut up, Gerrakley!" Barriman's eyes widened and he let out a low snort, the troll guard, though quiet, but at least the guards who were close to them had heard it clearly, and were looking at them, it was clear that the rumor had disturbed them.

Barriman glared at Gerachli, snorted as a fool, and then quickly thought that the trolls were not loyal to Zuld except for him and Gerachli, and that he had to eliminate the negative effects of this rumor.

"Everybody leaning in." Barriman beckoned to the surrounding troll guards, and when everyone leaned over, he said in what seemed to be a whisper that could be heard by all the trolls in the vicinity.

"What's so bad about taking refuge in humanity? You've seen Zuld and they, and they've only been able to use so many good things in just a few months, and when Zulde takes us to the humans, we'll be able to get them too! ”

Barriman's voice was very demagogic, and after he finished speaking, the trolls around him were obviously a little moved, but Gerakli was obviously a little abnormal, and he still reluctantly asked, "Then we can't eat people anymore?" ”

It is also a widely circulated rumor that trolls have a long history of cannibalism, and some trolls even believe that if they eat a corpse, they can inherit the power of the corpse, and Gérakli is one of them, he once ate his dead father, which is the custom of their family.

"Shut up, you idiot!" Barriman couldn't take it anymore and scolded him loudly, and the trolls around him quietly stayed away from the idiot, it was clear that he was not popular with the trolls.

"......" Grakley muttered a few words in a low voice, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he closed his mouth a little indignantly, and stood up earnestly.

"Oh-"

In the distance, near Zumawi's central square, the enthusiastic cheers of the trolls were heard, attracting the eyes of the guards, and many of them showed expressions of regret that they had not made it to the feast, where the great Zuld was said to distribute the treasures.