In Modimus's somewhat anxious waiting, a frostmane troll staggered out of the tribe, his figure a little emaciated, a rudimentary spear on his shoulder.

Although the social structure is somewhat primitive, the Frostmane Troll has also been divided into classes, and based on the fuel on the troll's ice-blue cheeks, Scott can tell that this is a troll at the bottom of the tribe, and on such a cold day, he has to go out hunting to fill his stomach.

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Looking up and breathing in the dry, cold air of the fir forest, Frisha couldn't help but shiver, at the very bottom of the tribe, as a slave laborer, Frisha did not have much warm clothing, only a tattered and smelly raw fur wrapped around the lower half of his body.

In such a state, even if the frostmane troll has survived in the cold Danmoro for countless years and has an extremely strong ability to resist cold, there is still a great possibility that he will freeze to death in the cold winter wind.

"It's cold!"

"Damn Grecknier, there's so much meat back from hunting, why don't you give us a penny!"

Tightening the spear on her shoulder, Frisha cursed, since the ruthless Glucknir became the leader of the clan, their slave life has become more and more difficult day by day, although the original life is not easy, but there are still tribal warriors and nobles to eat the remaining bones and wreckage to satisfy their hunger, to hide in the windy shack, not to have to go out to forage for food in such weather.

However, Frisha also knew that it was useless to complain quietly, and he turned his thoughts to his goal for today, which was to be able to catch a fat snow rabbit, treat his stomach that had not tasted blood for a long time, and have a good meal.

"Squeak~!"

A sharp sound came from overhead, and there was no looking back, but the spear on his shoulder was already shining out in an instant, shooting down the owner of the voice, a squirrel that was also hungry and forced to emerge from the nest in search of food.

"A squirrel!"

"Good luck!"

Picking up the squirrel that had penetrated the spear from the snow, Frisha did not hesitate, raised the spear and put the big mouth on the squirrel's wound, and then grabbed the squirrel with one hand and pulled out the spear violently. Immediately, warm blood gushed, but was immediately sucked into Frisha's stomach by the greedy mouth.

In just a moment, the squirrel's blood was sucked clean, and Frisha didn't even let go of the blood splattered on the ground, only the palms of the three fingers scooped up the bloody snow on the ground and filled it into his mouth.

Knowing that there was nothing left on the ground, Frisha stuffed the fur squirrel whole into her mouth, chewed it heavily, and swallowed it in her stomach.

"With this squirrel to fill my stomach, I shouldn't be too hungry in the last few days, I really hope for another fat snow rabbit!"

Raising her head and twitching her nose, Frisha captures the breath of the cold wind, the winter snow rabbit has a white fluff and is almost invisible in the snow, which can only be distinguished by the occasional fecal smell on the snow rabbit's hair.

As a skilled frostmane troll, Frisha could naturally capture this aura, but today, he caught an aura that intrigued him even more!

"Huh! It's the smell of shimmering grass!!"

Frisha's nose throbbed violently several times at once, filling her chest with the scent of this wonderful herb that only the middle and upper echelons of the Frostmane Trolls could enjoy. He reveled in the aura and walked involuntarily under the roots of a huge fir.

"It's really Shimmer Grass!"

"It should be that a certain troll warrior appeared with a clump of shimmering grass, and he didn't want to share it with the trolls in the tribe, so he buried it here, but I didn't expect it to be found!"

"No matter, enjoy it first, I haven't really chewed Shimmer grass yet!"

Frisha used her spear to pluck away the snowdrift under the fir trees, revealing a basket of frostmane trolls with a large handful of shimmer grass, and after being slightly stunned, Frisha had already found a reason for the appearance of this basket, and then after hesitating for a moment, turning his head to look around and seeing that there was no one else, he took out the shimmer grass in the basket, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it heavily.

The green grass juice dripped down Frieza's fangs and dripped, melting into small green holes, but Frisha couldn't care about it anymore, he was in a state of great passion and comfort!

Gain your strength, communicate with the god of beasts, be blessed by the gods, become the high priest of the tribe, and oust the ruthless Glucknir as the new ruler of the Frostmane Troll Tribe!

Frisha shuddered from the sensory stimulation given by the Shimmer Grass, and in his mind, he had become the most powerful troll of the Frostmane Trolls, the king of trolls!

Looking at the frostmane troll in the distance with a relieved expression and unconscious under the fir tree, Scott and Modimus glanced at each other.

Obviously, the experiment was an absolute success, but Modimus had no idea how such success could help the village, so could he catch all the trolls and feed them Shimmer Grass?

He looked at Scott suspiciously, only to see the corners of Scott's mouth raised.

"Modimus, the experiment was successful!"

"Let the dwarves in the village collect all the shimmering grass they can find, and we're going to do a big job!"

"No problem!"

Unable to find a perfect solution to the village's crisis, Modimus could only pin all his hopes on Scott at the moment, and he replied as he walked over to the sleeping Frostmane Troll, and looked at the troll's ugly face with a look of ecstasy, and he waved the Hammer of Anvimar casually.

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The death of a lowly slave was not enough to attract the attention of the ruthless Glucknir, but something big had happened in the tribe lately.

A new meadow of shimmering grass has appeared!

For the Frostmane Troll, Shimmer Grass is like a dwarven spirit, and more seductive, a primal urge that can never be stopped after chewing once, acting directly into the depths of cellular instincts.

Although there were past, there were also grassy grasses with shimmering grass, but they were all small grasses with only a few bushes, and they were still occupied by the warriors and nobles of the tribe. This time, however, the Shimmer Grass Meadow had enough to make the entire clan's Frostmane Trolls enjoy it for a long time.

This gave Gluck Neill a new idea.

It's to throw a banquet and take the opportunity to expand your power again!

After all, he originally controlled only the upper echelons of the tribe, and had no actual control over the huge number of slaves, but as long as these lowly slaves tasted the shimmering grass, there was nothing that could not be controlled!

"That's it, a banquet!"

Gluck Neal's fist slammed into the palm of his other hand. (To be continued.) )

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