Monsters fell from the sky like rain, more and more, denser and denser. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The entire col was filled in, and the stone houses that had taken so much effort to build were completely destroyed.

Seeing this, the trolls guarding the crater kept beating their chests and roaring angrily.

A grumpy creature couldn't help it, and despite the hindrance of his companions, he roared and rushed into the monster horde.

The thick wooden stick contained ten thousand catties of strength in its hand, and each sweep could sweep a large clearing around it, but before it could raise its hand again, the clearing was filled with monsters that crowded over.

The monsters seem to be endless, and no matter how you beat them, there is always something new to make up.

A giant ghoul cut through the whirlpool and landed right on the troll's back, the flesh so close that it let out a roar of pleasure and opened its ugly mouth to slam it at the troll's neck.

Poof!

Red blood foam flowed down the gaps in the giant tooth.

The troll screamed, stretched out his arm, grabbed the little bug lying on his back, and smashed it to the ground.

Bang!

A circular pit appeared in the ground, and in the center of the pit, the giant ghoul was lying there, reduced to pulp along with the unlucky eggs beneath him.

The trolls roared with the joy of killing their enemies on their faces, and the trolls not far away also roared, as if cheering on the heroic cries of their companions.

But in the next second, the shouting stopped abruptly.

The troll standing in the midst of the monster group suddenly froze motionless, as if struck by lightning, and his skin changed from dark green to an eerie blue.

Two blue spiders the size of a basin crawled out of the troll's head and burrowed through the wound on its neck.

Seeing this scene, the trolls behind suddenly fell silent.

Spiders again, hateful blue bugs, from the beginning to the present, no less than twenty of their companions have died at their hands alone.

An elderly troll with loose skin came out of a cave at the bottom of the volcano, came to the trolls, knocked on the trunk of the tree in his hand, and said,

"King Barry has ordered him to leave here and settle in the forests to the west for the time being."

"Leave, no, we're not leaving, the trolls aren't going anywhere." A tall troll urn said,

The old troll turned around and shouted coldly, "Balala, you dare to question the king's orders? ”

The big troll shook his head, "I didn't question the king's orders, this is the troll's home, those bugs are enemies, the enemy destroys the troll's home, and drives the troll away, I won't leave." ”

The old troll's expression was a little ugly, and he swept around, and when he found that the trolls around him didn't look at it, the fire in his heart came up with a brush, and he beat the trunk in his hand hard, and shouted,

"You hairy cubs, you are crazy, even dare to disobey the king's orders, do you want to die?"

After speaking, seeing that the trolls around it still had the same expression, it was completely on fire, and roared angrily,

"Okay, if you don't leave, it's okay, you go in and tell the king in person, as long as the king agrees, no one will stop you."

Hearing this, the trolls present turned their heads one after another, their faces showed a look of interest, and Balala, who spoke first, took the lead and snorted angrily,

"I'll go tell the king."

With that, it picked up the stick and strode towards the cave under the expectant gaze of the trolls.

The old troll's eyes flashed with a hint of regret, and he sighed secretly, closed his eyes and stood in place, like an old cypress tree that had lived for hundreds of years.

A few minutes later, with a rumbling sound, a tall body appeared at the entrance of the cave.

More than ten meters tall, twice as tall as an ordinary troll, covered with rocks, holding a huge mallet in his hand, looking like a stone giant from a distance.

Stone Troll Sinlulu, the troll with the lowest IQ, is also the most powerful troll.

It strode out of the cave and threw out the charred corpse behind it.

Bang!

The corpse smashed to the ground, splashing large clouds of dust, and the air suddenly had a strange smell of burning.

"It's Barala."

"Barala is dead, and the king has killed it."

The trolls shouted, their voices filled with deep horror.

The old troll stepped forward and knocked on Balala's corpse and shouted, "Who else is going to go in and tell the king?" ”

There was a sudden silence around them, and all the trolls lowered their heads, their faces filled with fear and resignation.

The old troll held his head high and swept around majestically, making sure that every furry cub felt its gaze,

"Leave without saying a word, go to the forest to the west, and wait for the king to deal with these monsters, and then you will come back, this is still the home of the trolls."

Hearing this, the fear on the troll's face immediately disappeared, and they all raised their heads and shouted happily like children who had regained their toys,

"The king is going to kill these bugs."

"The king did it himself, and the worm is dead."

"When the bugs die, the trolls' home is there."

The roars of excitement came one after another, and the old troll slammed the trunk of the tree and shouted,

"What are you guys screaming nonsense, don't get out yet."

The trolls glanced at the cave in awe, took up their weapons, and strode west.

When all the trolls had left, the old troll turned his head to look at the whirlpool in the sky, and walked into the cave with his trunk on his lean.

There was no lighting in the cave, but the light was surprisingly good, even brighter than outside.

At the end of the passage was a wooden door made of wood, and the old troll gestured for Sinlulu to stay here, while he himself took a light breath, followed the example of a human, knocked on the wooden door, and waited for an echo to be heard from inside before pushing the door and entering.

The scorching breath came to his face, with an unpleasant smell of sulfur, and the old troll, accustomed to it, put the trunk aside, took a few steps forward, and bent his body downward, in a completely prostrate state,

"Luo Ka Ka has seen the master."

In front of it, beside the flowing river of magma, a majestic, red-skinned troll with black runes sat silently on its throne, its chin propped up in one hand and its eyes closed, as if it were sleeping.

This is Barry, the king of trolls, one of Fenrir's three men, a mutant troll with innate fire powers.

"Master?"

The old troll looked at Barry with a blank eye, or rather, behind Barry with expectant eyes, to be exact,

"You're late."

A hoarse voice echoed in the air, and a strange man with a snake cane, a black snake mask, and a black cloak stepped out from behind Barry, and it raised its head, the serpent's gaze piercing the space and imprinting it directly into the troll's heart.

The old troll was terrified, and quickly lowered his head.

"Are the little ones gone?"

"Yes, I lied to them that you would deal with the monsters out there, and they left."

"Hmm!"

The strange man nodded slightly, waved his hand, and when the old troll saw this, he hurriedly bowed and retreated, and when he closed the wooden door, his eyes glanced at Barry sitting on the throne, intentionally or unintentionally, and a trace of indescribable complexity flashed on his face.