Forest Trolls, one of the trolls, these gruff big men, named for their dark green leaf-like skin and tattoos, each of the forest trolls here exudes a powerful dragon-like aura that makes Elan's heart tremble. Fortunately, he is now hiding in the horns of the void, protected by the dimensional space, and he will not be discovered, otherwise he will definitely be beaten to death by the group.

Each of them was at least a seventh-order powerhouse.

Tens of thousands of seventh-order powerhouses.

The shock in Ilan's heart was incomparable, and what made it even more incomprehensible to him was that these fellows were being imprisoned like slaves and doing hard labor.

The trolls didn't seem to be free, they were being used as coolies, carrying stones, sweat running down their backs, and the midday sun scorched their skin, making their colors darker and darker.

And there were a few guys around who seemed to be more powerful watching them, their level was even stronger, and one by one they revealed the strength of the eighth order, which made Ilan's eyes fall off.

If it is a seventh-order forest troll, Ilan can compete with it one-on-one, and even has the confidence to win the battle, but when he encounters a group, Ilan can only run away. After all, a large number of seventh-order powerhouses would have a headache even if they were ninth-order powerhouses, and if these trolls were desperate, they would only be able to retreat, and I am afraid that only those sub-god powerhouses would be qualified to have the strength to control them.

And if he encounters an eighth-order powerhouse, Yilan can only go as far as he can, but now, these powerful eighth-order powerhouses can only work as overseers here, which makes Yilan's heart twitch for a while.

"Ahem, is it really a sub-god powerhouse who is here to be the king and hegemon? How can I get through this? Why is this last level so perverted, it's simply not a way to live. ”

Although he was bitter in his heart, Yilan still did not give up, since he could let the third-level professional break through, even if there was a sub-god powerhouse, he should be able to find a way to break through, after all, he just found a way to pass the level, not to confront the sub-god powerhouse head-on.

"Surely we can find a way. Absolutely. Ilan couldn't help but cheer himself up in his heart as he followed the figures of these forest trolls through space.

It's not just the ninth level, it's a barren place.

Although the world here is not as prosperous as the human world, it is also full of mountains, trees, lush greenery, forests, mines, fields, and all kinds of magical beasts.

Of course, it's several sizes bigger than the Harila continent. It's like gigantism.

If it weren't for a group of powerful and fierce forest trolls, Ilan would have thought that he would have arrived in a fairytale world.

However, it is clearly not as beautiful as in the fairy tale world.

The trolls of the forest are toiling at work.

Now, they are moving huge stones from a huge quarry.

These gifted workers, using their magic and their own gift of strength, mined boulders from the mines, which were cut evenly, smooth and flat, each about five meters long, three meters wide, two meters high, and weighed fifty or sixty tons.

Even forest trolls who are three or four feet tall and are naturally powerful, it is very difficult to carry these boulders.

They had to work in teams of eight to carry the boulders.

Rope tying is tied with a rope to two giant logs, and then the individual is lifted on both sides with four smaller rods.

These trolls are obviously very skilled in carrying these boulders, and although they are sweating, their steps are steady and not panicked. All the way forward, towards the distance, into the depths of the forest. Shouting a loud trumpet, a scene of hot labor.

"It's really a strange thing, the seventh-order troll clan has to be sent to be sent to work as coolies and carry boulders, how powerful and fierce the master behind this scene is."

And the forest trolls are not doing very well, they are all unclothed. The body was even more scarred, and the traces of the whipping were very eye-catching.

"It's a bunch of slaves, and they're barely handcuffed and anklebladdered. Ahem, these trolls are powerful, but they're not in a good situation. Who is behind this? Could it be a powerhouse of the eighth or ninth level? However, when the powerhouses of the eighth and ninth levels encounter this group of trolls, they can only run away, could it be that the master behind the scenes here is really a sub-god powerhouse? ”

Elan's heart became uneasy, and he kept watching, following the ranks of forest trolls along the way.

The tall mines are as smooth as a mirror as an axe and a knife. The whole mountain range was neatly cut off, and it was obvious that the scale of the building was so grand that half of the mountain was cut down before it was finished. This shocked Ilan.

"It's a big deal, I don't know what kind of building it is, and it's not enough to need half a mountain range of stone."

The mountain walls are full of potholed caves, which are camps for forest trolls. The busy trolls constantly use all kinds of magic to deeply process these boulders, cut and polish them, and make them uniform, so that each boulder is as smooth as a mirror carved out of a mold.

Bombing, quarrying, cutting, grinding, transporting.

The trolls were expressionless, numb, and mechanically toiling.

The only sound of stones and the shouting and scolding of the overseers was the whole camp.

Obviously, these forest trolls have lost the spirit and will to resist due to their oppression.

They worked numbly, for the mysterious master that Elan didn't know.

Mysterious and spooky.

This greatly aroused Ilan's curiosity.

Curiosity is the biggest driving force.

Ilan kept shuttling through the space, moving all the way along the team transporting the boulders, he wanted to see who this mastermind behind the scenes was, who could make a seventh-order powerhouse a slave and an eighth-order powerhouse a supervisor.

The ancient trees are towering, and the forest is deep and secluded.

It is a dense primeval forest.

Huge trees, turquoise meadows.

Wild flowers, shrubs, and all kinds of small animals in the jungle are jumping and flying in the branches.

The army of trolls carved a wide avenue through the forest. This avenue is dozens of zhang wide, smooth and solid. The heavy footsteps of the forest troll landed on it, and there was not even a trace.

The avenue was apparently built specifically for the convenience of transporting stones.

The road continues deep into the forest.

The troll's heavy steps echoed along the forest path. Unable to contain her curiosity, Ilan went deep alone. All the way to the mysterious place.

It's been a long journey. The troll's powerful momentum made Ilan have to be cautious and tremble. He shuttled all the way along the dimensional space, never daring to appear in this troll's space, to avoid being discovered by these seventh- and eighth-order forest trolls, and even more afraid of being alerted by the owner behind the scenes, thus causing unnecessary trouble.

The road was very far away, and there were white camps on the road, and it was clear that these trolls would not be able to reach their destination one day, and could only rest halfway. Even if Ilan was much faster than the trolls, it took him half a day. Only then did they reach the depths of the forest.

The mountains and rivers are poor and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

On the surface of a calm lake, a splendid palace appeared in Ilan's sight.

It's a new week, I wish you all a smooth work and study, and ask for support.