Chapter 40: The King of Trolls - Trandel

The glacial region, covered in snow and ice, is endless and icy, and this is a land of nightmares that even the mighty gods will be! It's just that today, this forbidden area of the permafrost tundra, which is famous for its cold and lonely, and even the inhabitants of the permafrost tundra are not willing to easily set foot in, has ushered in an ugly-looking human with thick hair, wearing a shabby armor that even ordinary knights and maids are unwilling to wear, and has an ugly and hideous face!

The man walked with a difficult step and limped through the glacier. No one can resist the cold of the glacial region, even the three tribes of Valoran, known for their hardiness: the Ice Shooter Tribe, the Dancing Ice Monk's Ascetic Tribe, and the Winterclaw Tribe, are in awe of the glacial region that has existed since the founding of the kingdom of Ferreljord.

"You're the man who calls himself the king of trolls?" Hearing a deep magnetic voice, Trondel looked back, and a handsome man with a look and temperament that made him want to kill was riding on a snow-white snow-capped mountain camel with a faint and elegant smile, and a slightly playful look looked at him.

Thousands of miles away, Trandel, who had come from the Shurima Desert, glanced slightly, and then looked at the handsome young man dressed in luxurious and refined armor, and the cold woman who was as noble as a queen beside him. "I swear by the King of Trolls, this is the prettiest woman I've ever seen!" Trandre was amazed in his heart, and a blazing heat flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly covered by a rude and loyal face, and walked calmly to the two men and women sitting on the camels of the snowy mountain, and said: "Hello Princess Lisandro of the Dancing Ice Monk Ascetic Tribe, I am the new Troll King of the Troll Clan, Trandle!" ”

Lisandro glanced at Trandel, who was humble in her words, with a sincere expression and even a little sycophancy, and had a lot of disparity with the coarse, clumsy and brainless trolls in her impression, the corners of her mouth hooked up a slight arc, looked at Trandel with a playful smile, and said, "The king of trolls? I don't think the Troll Clan has had a Troll King since the founding of Ferreljord. Trandel, what proof do you have to prove that you are the king of trolls? Lisandro's eyes were indifferent, and she glanced at the tattered troll in front of her.

There is no obvious meaning in his eyes, is it just with your tattered equipment?

Trandel took a deep breath and looked at the cold and noble woman in front of him, angry and at the same time, Trandel actually gave birth to an illusion that his soul was pierced. "What a terrible woman, maybe the slightest lie can't hide those bright and indifferent eyes!" Naturally, Trondel is not the king of trolls, as Lissandra said, the troll clan has not existed since the establishment of Ferreljord, almost every troll is trying to become the king of trolls, but none of them have succeeded for hundreds of years.

Powerful weapons are the symbol of the Troll King, and whoever gets a powerful weapon will inherit the new Troll King! But almost all trolls are plagued by this problem. Even Trendel, who was notoriously cunning among the trolls, was the same for him, which is why he came to the glacial region of the permafrost.

"There is such a wonderful and interesting story recorded in the epic book of mankind, the ancient war, the trolls, who have been abandoned by humans and elves, have been in frequent contact with the mighty Ferreljord for a period of time after the victory of the humans and the orcs! I've been bothering this question before, but now it seems that it may have been answered, Trandel, what do you say? "The knight next to Lisandro who was covered with Noxian emblems was only Augustus, and no Noxian knight could have Augustus's treatment.

Looking at this crude and dull-looking troll, but not inferior to ordinary people's intelligence, Augustus showed a keen interest, perhaps this troll could rewrite the current confrontation situation of Ferreljord.

Conversations between really smart people tend to be simpler and more concise than conversations between honest people. Because wise people know what they need and don't need, the center of the conversation is naturally formulated without any doubt.

For this dazzling Noxian knight, Trandel naturally had a feeling of resistance, if it was in Shurima's territory, this handsome Noxian knight would have been torn to shreds by him. Where is such a dazzling man allowed to hide his light? However, it is a pity that this is not Shurima, so the act of tearing up this Noxian knight is naturally canceled!

And because it was not clear who the Noxian knight was by the side of the leader of the ascetic tribe, the grumpy Trondel did not even dare to say any ridiculous words or excesses, and the devil knew if this hateful Noxian knight was Lisandro's husband? Or maybe this Noxian knight has an identity in Noxus that the trolls dare not provoke? He didn't want to fall in the permafrost tundra before he became the king of trolls.

Trandel tried to smile as kindly and genuinely as possible. But his appearance determines everything, no matter how sincere and kind he is, the ugly face with the natural cunning has betrayed his temperament to the fullest. "Yes, since the great war between humans, beasts, and elves, there has been nearly a thousand years since the troll clan has not given birth to a troll king, but I believe that knowing that the lord of Ferreljord on the permafrost tundra is willing to help me, I will become the first troll king of the troll clan in a thousand years!"

"I'm really touched by your words, but no matter how sincere your words are, they're just a tool to impress me, and you have to pay a price to really impress me! Trandel, don't you understand that? Dressed in a black robe, Lisandro, who was sitting on a camel in the snowy mountains, looked at Trandel and said in a calm tone.

"Of course, it's just that honorable Princess Lisandro, what price do you need me to pay before you are willing to help me fulfill my wish?" The cunning Trandel said sincerely, but once again the question was thrown in front of Lisandro.

The leader of the dervish tribe obviously didn't mean to answer this question immediately, but just pointed at the vulgar troll and said, "I don't need you to answer this question for the time being, and I don't need to explain it!" Let's meet the supreme weapon that you trolls have worked so hard to seek, and maybe you'll make up your mind when you see it, won't you? ”

Trandle was stunned for a moment, and his vulgar face glanced at Lisandro a little strangely, he had never expected this shrewd ascetic tribal leader to be so generous? But now the dervishe's generosity and sincerity of the leader were so true to him that even Trandle couldn't believe it.

Of course, trolls with a greedy nature are naturally willing to take advantage of this one that can be picked up without paying any price. Therefore, I was very happy and even very happy to agree to Lisandro's proposal.

"Let's go, the first troll king of the troll clan in a thousand years!" Augustus looked at the weak troll in front of him with a playful expression, just as Lisandro said, there are so many complicated steps required in the face of a weak opponent, and a single blow can kill him.

The burly, scruffy Trandel in front of him, Augustus was not stingy with his smiling face, but this troll was really not enough for him to pay attention to. Senior Knight, Intermediate Knight, Lower Rank or Knight Squire? This kind of strength is really not enough for him to pay attention to, how can an existence that can be crushed at any time win the attention of Augustus?

However, Augustus concealed his emotions very well and did not reveal the slightest hint. On the way, Augustus even took the initiative to invite this unique troll who was inversely different in appearance and had no less wisdom than ordinary people to sit on a snowy mountain camel together.

At this time, Fransde's earnest teachings were brought into full play, and even Trandle, who was strongly wary of Augustus, could not help but have a slight affection for this elegant Noxian nobleman: what a knight from the great Noxus!

Along the way, Lisandro remained silent, and remained tolerant of the unscrupulous Augustus and Trindre Sanjo. Augustus's words were mixed with an aristocratic temptation that she knew all too well, and she also expressed indifference, as if she had ignored the existence of these two people.

The most central area of the glacial area was covered by a piece of extreme ice, and the cold was five or six times colder than the other coldest areas in the area under the control of the ascetic tribes, and then Augustus believed that Lisandro had not deceived him, according to Augustus, the temperature in this area reached at least minus 40 degrees, which was simply the limit of human tolerance, if it was in the previous life, Augustus believed that he would faint after absolutely persisting in this environment for only 2 hours.

Sweeping over Lisandro and Trandel on one side, Augustus was born with a feeling of envy, jealousy and hatred. Trandel, Augustus is not envious and jealous, after all, this troll who is only a little clever sits in front of the camel in the snowy mountain to help him block the cold wind like a knife, and although Trandle benefits from the plump hair on his body and maintains his body temperature, the original dark but pale face can be seen that this troll who is not afraid of the cold has almost reached the limit of his temperature tolerance.

And what about Lisandro? The leader of the ascetic tribe was the source of Augustus' envy, jealousy, and hatred. A simple black robe, which could even be regarded as cool, did not show any abnormality in the temperature of nearly minus 40 degrees, as if this extremely cold temperature was considered a normal temperature in the eyes of the leader of the ascetic tribe, and even made Augustus feel that Lisandro was born to adapt to this extremely cold temperature, like a fish in water, this is the word that Augustus thought of to describe Lisandro at this time.

Originally thinking about how to snatch the supreme weapon in the hearts of the trolls as soon as he saw it, and then walked into the heart of the permafrost tundra, the glacial region, Trandel saw Lisandro, who had always been known for her weakness and magicians still in the best condition in such cold temperatures, this kind of careful thinking that was brewing was immediately extinguished, and it was not self-defeating to show off these little cleverness in front of such a terrible person.

Trandle isn't stupid!

Lisandro's eyes were so sharp that she naturally noticed the strangeness in Augustus and Trandel's eyes. Naturally, Lisandro didn't have any thoughts about Trandel, a troll that could be ignored, and as for sweeping over Augustus, the corners of Lisandro's mouth curled up with a hint of smugness.

PowerbyYOZOSOFT (To be continued.) )