The entire army of trolls was instantly excited because of the fall from the sky under the leadership of the trolls.

The army of trolls roars because their king is coming, and he can lead them from one victory to another!

And the goblins have a lot of expressions of fear and fear, this troll is the creator of their decades-long nightmares, a demon.

"Monkel, you're finally out," Cledowsey calmly looked at the troll leader the size of a hill in front of him.

Just the trollman's shadow in the moonlight had completely obscured the little goblins.

But at this time, there was no trace of fear on Cledosi's face, and the awe he had before.

"Oh, my little butler, you were prostrate at my feet not long ago, kissing my shoes, and groveling with all your might"

"After getting the permission of the yellow-skinned beast, you have a different face," Munkel's face seemed to be smiling, slightly playful.

"The goblins don't want to be enslaved anymore, tonight is the day you perish," the little goblin said calmly.

"Traitor, Cledosi, must die!" Monkel burst into a rage and howled angrily.

"Traitor! Must die! ”

......

The Troll Plane, the patriarch of the Blue Troll Tribe.

"Father! Father! The old blue giant lay on the big bed of animal skins, looking like he was dying, and a young troll rushed to the side of the bed and pounced on the old troll.

Inside the tent made of animal skins, the young troll wept bitterly.

Seeing the appearance of the young troll, the old troll wanted to touch the boy, and raised his hand vigorously, but he couldn't lift it.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound at all, so he could only stare at the young man in front of him, revealing a fatherly sigh.

"Father! Who harmed you, you tell me, I will avenge you" The young man was so excited that his lips and teeth trembled.

The old troll man was speechless, but it could still be seen from his eyes that he was not eager for revenge, but only the ardent expectation of the young man in front of him, and the guilt of not being able to continue to accompany him.

"It was the leader of the Fire Source tribe who injured him like this," a middle-aged troll walked in.

Dressed in animal skins, the muscles of his whole body are prominent, showing great strength, and a pair of huge stone hammers hang from his waist.

The old troll lying on the bed was obviously questioning this, and his eyes showed more astonishment.

It's just that this look, the boy didn't notice it.

The boy had already stood up and confronted the middle-aged troll.

"Uncle! I must avenge my father, kill the leader of the Huoyuan tribe with my own hands, and bring his head to my father."

"When the time comes, I'll trouble you, uncle, and take care of the tribe," the young man said solemnly to the middle-aged troll.

"Nephew! You can go with confidence, I will take good care of the tribe for you," the middle-aged troll man also said with a solemn face.

"Nephew, you'd better go and don't come back, the tribe will be handed over to me," the middle-aged troll muttered inwardly as he looked at the young man in front of him.

......

In the middle of the night, on the periphery of the Huoyuan tribe, chaos suddenly arose, and the sound of fighting resounded throughout the field.

"Young Leader, they seem to be prepared, knowing that we are going to sneak attack today," said a troll next to him after kicking the approaching fire source troll into the air.

"No matter how much, avenge the chief! Kill! The young troll also vaguely felt that something was wrong, but still shouted like a morale booster.

"Kill!"

"Kill!" The surrounding trolls and minions thumped their chests and let out an earth-shattering roar.

The young man took his descendant army and rushed over the night, originally preparing to attack the Huoyuan tribe and catch them off guard.

However, the enemy seemed to know the intention, and did not give the boy this opportunity, so he had already been waiting for the battle, and rushed to kill the young man's descendants.

The battle instantly reached a fever pitch, with heavy casualties on both sides.

"We can't fight any more, if we fight again, young leader, we won't be able to go back" The troll man next to the boy wiped the blood from his face and said.

"Only by staying alive can we continue to take revenge, let's go back to the tribe and gather the centaurs" The troll man continued, looking at the boy still not holding back.

Seeing more and more fallen warriors around him, the boy also knew that the situation was not good.

"Withdraw!" The boy shouted and led his troops out of the battlefield.

The people of the Huoyuan tribe were about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and the tribal leader raised his hand up and signaled to stop.

"Let's let that person do the rest, so that the warriors of the tribe can rest well tonight," the tribal leader said expressionlessly.

......

The young man led the retreating troops on the way back to the tribe, and it was not far from the tribe, and seeing that there were no pursuers coming behind, the soldiers gradually relaxed.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake, and even the moon in the sky shrank back into the clouds, as if unwilling to witness this human tragedy.

The boy and his warriors also stopped and prepared to meet the enemy.

The warriors also clenched their weapons and were ready to charge at any time.

At the end of the road there was a large legion of trolls, but the fluttering banner turned out to be the banner of our tribe.

At the head of the line was a middle-aged troll whom the boy called his uncle.

The young man also breathed a sigh of relief and said to everyone, "It's okay, it's my uncle who came to pick me up."

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged troll led his team in front of the young man.

"Uncle, it's hard work, you still come to pick me up in person, don't worry, we can return to the tribe, next time I will definitely get back the head of the fire source" The young man said to the middle-aged troll with a relaxed expression.

The middle-aged troll ignored it, but said loudly, "Monkel, the son of the tribal leader, killed the tribal leader behind his back in order to succeed to the throne as soon as possible, and blamed the Huoyuan tribe."

"The Council of Elders unanimously agrees to declare Monkel a traitor to the Horde!"

"Now on behalf of the Tribal Elders, I will exterminate Monkel, and the trolls who don't know the truth please return to the tribe as soon as possible."

....... A gust of wind, howling, hit Monkel in the face like a loud slap.

"Uncle, why are you doing this?"

"Why do you want to do this," Munkel muttered.

The trolls around him also became hesitant, but more often than not, because Monkel was their real king.

They know that their king is a brave, fearless, glorious, and filial troll!

"Nope! No! No! Monkel shouted.

"I'm not! You're the traitor to the tribe," Monkel roared as if he had discovered everything.

"It's you! It was my father who plotted against the leader of the tribe."

"Nonsense, kill him for me" The middle-aged troll waved his big hand forward, and the trolls around him rushed towards Munkel.

In an instant, steel and flesh collided, and the warriors of Monkel were already exhausted, and it was difficult to resist when they encountered these trolls, and there were constantly trolls and minions falling.

At this time, Monkel was already red-eyed, and only thought about killing his uncle and avenging his father.

Killing this traitor, that was Monkel's only thought.

And the traitor in his eyes stood in the distance, looking at everything with cold eyes.

"Young leader, withdraw, if you don't withdraw, you really won't have the slightest chance in the future," shouted the troll man next to him.

"I'm not leaving! I'm going to kill that traitor! Kill him! Monkel roared with a red face.

"Take the young leader away, I'll come to the back of the palace," the troll shouted loudly.

The trolls on the left and right pulled Monkel directly and retreated, and the trolls behind the hall had already withstood the attack from the opposite side, creating an opportunity for Monkel to escape.

Monkel had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield with the remaining troops and flee in another direction.

When the last troll man in the back of the palace fell in a pool of blood, the middle-aged troll waved his hand, "Chase!" ”

"Young leader, the enemy is not far away, there is a space-time rift in front, we can only escape into it"

Monkel looked at the pursuers who were getting closer and closer behind him, and at the exhausted warriors around him.

After looking at the space-time teleportation rift that suddenly appeared in front of him and could disappear at any time.

Gritted his teeth and said, "We'll be back sooner or later."

Then he strode into the crack, and the other troll warriors rushed in.

By the time the army led by the middle-aged troll arrived, the rift had already disappeared.

The cold expression on the middle-aged troll's face also relaxed, and he sighed faintly.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's good that I didn't kill my nephew with my own hands" The middle-aged troll man looked up at the sky.

The war between the Troll Tribe and the Fire Source Tribe has been going on for many years, and the population between the two tribes has plummeted.

Less and less control over surrounding monsters and areas.

There was even a rebellion among the troll tribes, and the two troll tribes had a hard time.

"Brother! Let's make peace with the Fire Source Tribe," the middle-aged troll said to the tribal leader, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Fire Source Tribe, killed Monkel's mother, my wife"

"It's a feud! It's impossible not to fight them to the end."

"I can't swallow this breath, and neither can Monkel's mother's spirit in heaven"

"On this grassland, there is only one tribe of trolls, and that is us!" The troll leader said categorically.

"If this continues, we trolls will be finished, whether it's the source of fire, or us"

"It's all over," said the middle-aged troll, dejected.

Looking at his brother's resolute and resolute eyes, the middle-aged troll had secretly made up his mind in his heart.

"I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry nephew"

......

"It's better if you flee somewhere else, so I don't have to hand over your head to the fire."

"Sacrificing only your father in exchange for a rare peace between the tribes of trolls"

"This deal is a good deal, and the uncle is not for the position of the leader"

"Uncle for the continuation of the troll race, as well as control over the other minions"

"I hope you have a good life over there, don't come back, don't come back"

"Uncle doesn't ask for your forgiveness, he just wants you to live well"

"O god of trolls, please bless this poor child," the middle-aged troll man sighed inwardly.

......