The capital of trolls, the pride of the troll clan, is a giant water city that has been built for hundreds of years, but now it is a post-apocalyptic scene, and it still has the charm of being known as the first city in the underground in the past. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Especially in the slums where the low-level pariahs live, the end of the world is coming, when the armies of the Black Dragons and the Giants are everywhere, and they kick open the doors of the low-rise houses and shops.

There was no need to ask for the owner's consent at all, and they robbed everything they looked up to, including the hostess in the room, and then set the house on fire.

Even so, the owner of the house had to be careful with the smiling face, because if there was even the slightest displeasure on his face, he would be killed by the soldiers of these two tribes.

The narrow streets were littered with slain paupers, and the occasional screams of women and the unbridled laughter of soldiers of both clans rang out in the room, and the occasional roar of rage and screams made this otherwise beautiful city look like a fabled abyssal hell.

This is a common means of boosting morale before the three major races in the underground world, if the black dragon and the giant clan would never dare to do such a thing like washing the city in the imperial capital of the trolls before.

But now, with the strength of the Troll Empire greatly reduced, they can only carefully guard the edge of the rich and commercial districts, nervously guarding against the red-eyed soldiers rushing over, and the areas where the lower races gather have completely become a carnival paradise for the soldiers of the two races.

Even some of the vigilant troll soldiers watched the carnival of the Black Dragon and Giant soldiers with an expectant expression, hoping that they would join in immediately, at first the Troll Empire at least flaunted the freedom and equality between the various races on the surface, and now they have finally torn off their hypocrisy faces.

In the luxurious palace, a grand drinking party was being held, and considering the huge size of the giants and black dragons, the trolls even thoughtfully placed the venue for the event in the wide square outside the main hall.

The exquisite food, the red star Wodega from the black market, the beautiful maids of all races, and the high-ranking people of the three clans in flowered robes, they greeted each other reservedly, and made jokes that were not funny at all, and the bright lights and wine were completely different from the hellish scene in the slums outside.

The Troll Emperor Zujin and the Great Shaman Malaklath sat on the throne, courteously entertaining the two most important guests of the scene, the huge Black Dragon King and the Giant Patriarch.

The giant patriarch, who was more than thirty meters tall and had a big beard, directly picked up a hundred-pound barrel of Wodega in front of him, and poured it into his mouth, and all the hundred-pound spirits entered his mouth, and then he let out a satisfied laugh, and stretched out his hand to the next barrel, which was already full of dried barrels behind him.

"Your Majesty Zujin, I have to say that these surface world wines are too delicious, but the quantity is too small. While the Giant Patriarch was drinking, he kept stuffing pieces of meat into his mouth, and the two dozen or so guards kept running back and forth between the kitchen and here, barely enough to feed his eating speed.

Troll Emperor Zu Jin smiled and nodded, but in his heart he was madly cursing these giants with amazing appetite, in order to hold this drinking party, he not only ordered all the Wodega on the black market to be forcibly expropriated, but even the little inventory in the homes of the major nobles was not spared, so it was still not enough for the giants and black dragons to have a drink.

He glanced at the Black Dragon King, who was also eating silently under the careful service of dozens of beautiful maids, and asked, "Then we should be able to officially dispatch tomorrow, right?" Every day passes, the more people those untouchables gather together, and the greater their strength will be. ”

"Your Majesty Zujin, why are you so timid now, no matter how much you gather, it's just a rabble, the army led by our giant clan will not be as useless as you were last time, not even a few mud legs. "The Giant Patriarch gave such a stark mockery to the Troll Emperor in public.

After that, he said nonchalantly: "But since you have agreed to my new request and the Black Dragon King, then we will definitely go out on time tomorrow, and when the time comes, we will let you see that we can easily crush them!"

After the armies of the Black Dragon and the Giant Clan arrived outside the city, Zu Jin originally planned to set off immediately, but the other two clans claimed to have not enough food to carry and needed to wait for the follow-up food to arrive before they could set off, and then they were stationed on the lake side of the Troll Capital.

Whether it is the Troll Emperor Zujin or the Great Shaman Malaklas, they know very well that this is the Black Dragon and the Giant Clan who have seen the weak nature of the current Troll Empire under the glossy appearance, and have new ideas for the original troop dispatch treaty.

It seems that even if the rebellion of the United Resistance Army is really eliminated this time, the Troll Empire will be reduced to the worst of the three races, and the future will not be much better.

With the survival of the trolls at stake, Zukin and Malaklath finally put aside their old feud and began to work together, but so what, according to the spy report, the size and strength of the rebels increased by day with the help of the stowaway named Modo, and they finally had to make a series of humiliating concessions.

After the war, the land ceded by the Troll Empire to the other two clans occupied almost half of the entire territory, and they were responsible for the food and grass for the 500,000 troops sent this time, which almost squeezed out the last grain of the Troll Empire as military food.

To the humiliation of all the troll nobles, their proud imperial capital would open the slums to the armies of the other two clans for a day of revelry, as a means of boosting their morale before the battle......

It's not that the troll nobles are heartbroken about the doomed misery of those low-level pariahs, in fact, after the Bison Valley base was exposed, they completely tore through the superficial pretense of kindness to the low-level races, and their rule became rough, but this does not mean that they are willing to let the other two tribes kill these untouchables, and they have to do it themselves.

The Troll Emperor Zu Jin glanced at the Great Shaman Malaklath covertly, although he didn't say it, but he understood the meaning in the other party's heart, and when fighting, he must do everything possible to let the troll army hide behind, and let the other two clans who don't know the height of the sky go first.

As long as both of them and the resistance are defeated, it will be the Troll Empire that will have the last laugh, and these humiliations must be returned to them in double as much.

Before the battle began, the alliance forces of the three clans began to have their own ghosts and calculate each other, but the little dwarf had no way of knowing the news for a while.