It is absolutely impossible to send him back to human territory, or send him directly to the Western Heavens, although he is a big burden, but I don't want to kill him now. If it were a woman, I could barely accept it...... It's really disturbing to look at such a man.

He was also a little self-aware, and was quite silent along the way. I walked very fast with Zarazane in the woods, and this made the little white face miserable. He went from exhausting panting to running to retching.

I looked at him and then at the troll who was quietly watching to the side, I don't want to say anything, it's nonsense to say anything now, we can just wait for him to rest and move on.

Some marks have appeared on the ground, which seem to have been left by trolls. I don't know where to find them, but even if I did, there was a Darkspear tribe, a human, and I was human...... It's good to meet the trolls you know, but it will be very troublesome if you can't meet the identities of the three of us.

The rest of the journey was much slower, and sometimes I even went ahead to explore the road and then came back to pick them both up. Trolls are completely new to this forest, let alone me. We don't have a better way than to look for the traces left by those who came before us.

That afternoon we suddenly found a large body lying in the woods in front of us, and I was not so afraid of Marcus that I fell to the ground in fright. Looking around, I made sure I hadn't come to clean the battlefield, and the trolls and I went over to check on it.

There was a fierce clash between the trolls and the orcs here, and I touched the corpses, and then touched the blood splattered on the plants, which had probably been lying here for more than a day, but the scene was obviously cleaned, and all that was left here was the corpses of the trolls, and the bodies of the orcs were gone.

"What can you see?" The troll asked me.

"You've lost this battle." I say.

"What else?" He asked again.

"Won't you see for yourself?" I'm a little impatient.

"I don't understand." He's honest.

"Then shut up!" I say.

I walked over to Marcus, who was lying on the ground, and kicked him, "Good job, you have to make sure you survive in case of a situation in the future." ”

He got up from the ground, "What should I do?" ”

"You did a good job." I say.

"What if you retreat or flee?" Worry was written all over his face.

"You act as fast as you can, try to keep up with us, and of course it doesn't matter if you really can't keep up, find a place to hide."

"I'll follow." He said firmly.

"That's for the best." With that, I beckoned the troll to continue on his way.

Continuing north, there are more and more traces of human activity on the ground, and it is common to find one or two corpses occasionally. And what surprised me the most was that the corpse of a goblin was found!

I asked Marcus if he knew the dead goblin, but the fool didn't know anything. I stripped off the goblin's clothes in an attempt to find some clues, but unfortunately I found nothing. I thought I could tell a little bit from the tattoo, but this guy died cleanly.

I could tell which way the unlucky guy came from by the direction in which the goblin had fallen, and with my not-so-sensitive sixth sense, we found another logging yard. It's just that the goblins there have long since run out, but I still can't believe it's real.

This logging site is much bigger than the one I destroyed, and they have cleared a large area of forest and built roads and guard posts around it, where piles of timber are placed, and there are all kinds of factories and houses.

I went into the lumberyard on my own, and it had been attacked, there were obvious signs of smashing, and there was a lot of blood in some places but no bodies were found. There are no logging robots in this place, have they been driven away?

I took a long turn and found the goblins' office on a tower, all of which had been knocked over and papers thrown all over the floor.

I speak goblin language, but I don't know the goblin language. I can only guess, guess the number of the document, and what is written on it, of course, the main thing is to find a paper with pictures. Ideas are always good, but reality is always more or less unexpected. I didn't find any drawings of robots in it, they were basically building houses and building shelves, and there were a few pictures that I felt depicted were not ordinary shelves, nor were they windmills or waterwheels. The drill bit on it made me feel awe.

I searched for a few larger houses and found nothing, but it was very, very time-consuming, and finally the troll couldn't help but come and ask me what I was doing. I told him to be looking for a magic formula, which made him stunned and offered to help me find it.

We are now like headless flies scurrying around in the forest, which is big enough that it is now full of traces, and we continue to find large and small battle scenes along the tracks that we don't know who left them. There was only one thing that I felt comforted about, the corpse was getting fresher and fresher.

It wasn't until we looked through the woods and faintly noticed the emptiness in front of us, and when we reached the edge of the woods, a huge city-state was visible in front of us.

The size of the city in this place is much larger than the mountain town I saw at the beginning, and the scale is not a volume at all. We could only stand at the edge of the woods and watch.

"What should I do?" The troll said.

I held up my binoculars and looked at it for a long time, "Wait a minute." ”

At night, the lights in the city make me a little dazed, what are the lights of thousands of homes, although I am not sure if there are people living in them, but I haven't seen such lights shining for a long, long time.

Although I don't know much about the tribal strength of the trolls, there is only one city I can think of, and Zarazan agrees, this is Zur Grab, the capital of the Gulabash Empire!

We weren't near the city gates, and although there were some houses around the walls, I didn't see any trolls during the day. That said, I'm sure the orcs wouldn't have attacked the city.

It was always better to do things at night than during the day, so I went into the houses around the city and looked at it, and then followed the walls all the way to the entrance to the gate.

When I saw the entrance of the city gate, to be honest, I was shocked, don't look at the surrounding city walls so high, their city gates are like rainbows, but the city gates are wide open! Of course, even then, the cost of passing through the gates would be considerable.

The avenue into the city was sandwiched between two mountain walls, and the deep part of the mountain wall was their entrance to the city, and it was completely wishful thinking to attack through this narrow entrance, if there were a million troops regardless of the cost of death.

Trolls may seem a bit brutal and primitive, but the things they make are sometimes quite amazing. Touching their walls, I decided to climb up to take a look.

Ordinary people think that they can't climb up, of course, although I am not an ordinary person, but I am not a one-time success, after climbing up, I am a little worried about how to get out of it, this is a problem I will think about every time I climb to a certain level.

It's not very difficult to dodge the guards on the walls, at least for me. I'm going to find some rope first, and even if I can't find anything special, I'm going to make sure I'm safe to get out.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to walk around the city in one night, it's huge, and when I got closer, I realized that the environment of this place is much better than the mountain town I saw for the first time, not very different from my impression, but it's not bad. There are streets and roads, slopes and rivers, water and trees. The hillside of the city was divided into several areas by the river, with a slight lower middle of the city, and all the surrounding areas could see a very, very large altar-like structure in the depression in the middle of the city.

It was a flat-roofed pyramid-like building, and it was so big that I couldn't count the number of torches on it. The area around the depression is lined with platforms and streets, presumably for the purpose of viewing the ceremony. I wanted to go in and have a look, but when I got closer, I found that the place was extremely heavily guarded.

I guess this place isn't where the troll bosses live, so what is it about being so tightly guarded?

It was late at night, there weren't many guards patrolling the streets, and Zurghrab was very quiet in his sleep, and the occasional birdsong made the city even quieter.

I'm not sure what I'm looking for, I'm just wandering around the city, I can't find their palace except the pyramid, it's too big!

I hurried out as I approached the wall, but as I approached the wall, I found that the troll army had been assembled at some point.

Their attire is different, and based on the color, it can be judged that these people are not from the same tribe. I'm still a little looking forward to seeing this. There are berserkers in every team, and their huge bodies feel very grounded. Well...... If from the troll's point of view, yes.

I didn't find a single face I knew, and of course I didn't know a few trolls, not to mention that they were all wearing face armor and the colorful oil paint on their bodies didn't recognize who was who.

There weren't many warriors riding velociraptors, and as far as I could see, the cavalry didn't really form a scale. The cavalry seemed to be on the side of the team to convey some information.

When the sky began to get dark, the hundreds of people started to move, and it made me anxious. Although I told the two guys outside that if they stayed too long, I was afraid that something would happen to them. I had no idea of visiting the city now, and after rediscovering the rope and knocking out two of the guards, I slipped out of the city.

Marcus had never looked forward to my return as much as he did now, and the troll asked me what I had seen inside. I calmly bragged to him and asked him if he had seen the army. He said he didn't see it, and Marcus said he didn't. Looking up at the sky, the three of us chased after us to the east.

I hadn't chased it far, and suddenly I noticed movement in the bushes not far away. I beckoned for the two of them to get down and dodge, and I felt in that direction, and now I must not startle the snake.

When I saw a troll crouching in the bushes, I slowly lowered my bow and arrow, a scout on guard.

One thing that has always bothered me is that when I am barefoot, I can guarantee that I try not to make a sound like a cat, but when I wear shoes, I will make some noise, and no matter how I adjust it, it will not meet the requirements.

I had approached him as slowly and lightly as I could, perhaps instinctively as a scout, and he noticed something unusual, but it was clear that I was superior. I attacked from a distance of about three meters from him, and he didn't react for a moment, and I was pushed to the ground when he only turned his head slightly.

Holding the dagger to his throat, he looked at me in horror, but after a few glances at me, he suddenly spoke. "Don't kill me, Lord Bill!"