Scott and Modimus crouched quietly in the snow under the fir fir with heavily armed dwarven warriors, covered in white fur.

On the opposite side is the tribe of frostmane trolls, and hundreds of frostmane trolls can be seen gathering around a huge campfire in the center of the tribe, dancing the unique dance of trolls with a strong rhythmic drum beat.

Looking up slightly, on the top of the troll wooden fortress, several troll warriors who did not attend the banquet were leaning on the pillar a little lazily, looking at the lively scene in the center of the tribe with envy.

"That's a lot of shimmering grass!"

"Really, what a whistle!"

"Is there anything else in the Coldridge Valley that could threaten us?"

"I really want to have a nice meal by the campfire!"

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"Fellow frostmane trolls, be quiet, be quiet!"

"Tonight, whether you're an elite troll warrior, a troll noble, or an ordinary frostmane troll, under the watchful eye of the Crampons God, I make a promise that you will be allowed to let go of your stomachs. Enough food! Shimmer grass is enough!"

"Then, tomorrow, we will set out to wipe out the remaining dwarves in the Coldridge Valley and take full control of the Coldridge Valley!"

"Ulla!"

"Ulla!"

Cheers emanated from all the trolls present.

The Troll Warriors cheered for their feats, the Troll Nobles cheered for more land and power, and most of the slaves present, their simple uneducated brains, did not even consider the position of the Troll Warriors and Troll Nobles, let alone understand Grecnier's thoughts.

Their cheers were only due to the fact that they could have a full meal tonight, and they could also enjoy the shimmering grass that had previously only been enjoyed by the middle and upper echelons of trolls.

"Now, the feast begins!"

With the flick of Grecnell's arm, a beast that had long been slaughtered and frozen in the cold winter wind was lifted, including the corpses of the Frostmane Trolls and Dwarven warriors who had died in the previous attack.

They had been stripped of their equipment and lacked any clothing, and the trolls in charge of cooking had threaded the corpses through their mouths into a wooden stick, like a popsicle, and inserted it around the campfire, allowing the heat of the fire to disperse and roast the flesh on the corpses.

Plenty of shimmer grass was lifted out of the fortress and placed around the campfire, where they were distributed to the trolls in need.

Time passed bit by bit, and the troll's banquet reached **.

The effect was better than Gluck Nir wanted, and the troll slaves who had not chewed the Shimmer Grass only chewed a small amount of Shimmer Grass before they were overcome by the stimulation and pleasure at the cellular level of the troll root, and they fell asleep with excitement.

And most of the troll warriors and troll nobles had also never seen such a large amount of shimmer grass, and after overdosing, they became trance and drowsy.

"Sleep, sleep!"

"When you wake up again, you will be my warriors and fight for the Frostmane Troll King, Grecnell!"

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Modimus' teeth creaked again, his head bruised, and he could clearly see the corpse of the former leader of the dwarven village, Grelynn Whitebeard, being roasted over a campfire by these savage and evil trolls. And beside him, the other dwarven warriors were no better, their eyes began to become bloodshot, and they could rush at the trolls who desecrated the corpses of the dwarven warriors at any moment, even if they were nearly ten times more numerous.

However, just as they were about to explode, Scott's voice softly poured into their ears.

"Think of the women, the children and the old people in the village. ”

"It only takes a little more patience, I promise, a little more before you can break the bodies of these savage trolls who desecrate the dwarven dead!"

Scott's assurances didn't keep the dwarven warriors waiting, and when he saw that the campfires in the Frostmane Troll tribe were starting to fade and most of the Frostmane Trolls were lying on the snow, Scott nodded at Modimus.

"For Dan Morro, for Grelin Whitebeard, for the future of the village!"

"Charge!"

"Kill!"

Although there were only about fifty people, the dwarven warriors, who had already been filled with anger, roared into the tribe of the frostmane trolls, paralyzed by the shimmering grass, and the trolls who were still immersed in the pleasure of happiness were crushed by the warhammer and tomahawk, and their heads were decapitated.

The small number of troll warriors who had not yet fallen asleep were equally unable to resist the combined forces of the angry dwarven warriors, and they were soon drowned in the tide of dwarven warriors.

As for the fully awake troll, Gluck Nil was the only one.

Scott once felt the aura of several legendary stage powerhouses in the Frostmane Troll Tribe, and Gluck Neil was one of them.

As for the other legends, at today's bonfire banquet, Scott didn't feel it, which is why Scott dared to make a surprise attack.

After all, after reaching the first stage of the Legendary Rank Extreme Body, the powerful ** is enough to weaken most of the external stimuli, and the Shimmer Grass can't produce the same effect on it as on an ordinary frostmane troll.

"Modimus, when you go back, the other pieces of silver ore in your treasury will also belong to me!"

Whispering to Modimus, who was carrying the blood-stained Hammer of Anvimar, Scott quietly activated the runes in his body, although most of the runes had not been re-lit, and the Mithril tentacles had only reconnected a few, and they could not combine and activate the magic words, but this did not prevent Scott from showing his legendary strength at the moment.

Flames slowly erupted from Scott's fist, gradually moving from bright yellow to blue and white, and finally fixed on pure white.

"Come, legendary powerhouse of trolls, let my fist send you back to the realm of the beast god!"

Grecnier's heart was filled with remorse, he didn't know why the enemy appeared at such a coincidental time and brought ruin to the clan, but it was undeniable that it was his greedy behavior that led the Frostmane Troll clan to the point of no return!

"The god of crampons will devour your soul!"

"Kill!"

The massive two-handed sword swung violently, and a roaring crampon bear phantom appeared behind Gluck Neel, then melted into him with a roar.

Immediately, Glucknier's body swelled suddenly, growing white hair, and even cold condensed snowflakes appeared on the two-handed greatsword.

"Scott, take care!"

Feeling the unbridled aura of the strong from both sides, Modimus knew that he couldn't help at all, so he just said something precious, and he rushed to another battlefield with his war hammer, where the heads of hundreds of trolls were waiting for him to crush and harvest. (To be continued.) )

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