"Fight! War! Kill! ”

Somewhere unknown on the continent, in some unknown huge forest, in an inconspicuous corner, a small clearing has been developed, and countless trolls have formed a circle around them, letting out fanatical and bloodthirsty shouts.

At the center of the circle was a life-and-death duel between two sturdy trolls. It's just that at this time, the two sides are already lying and standing, and the younger one, with a single arm, smashed the old chief's head and survived to the end.

His dark blue skin was knotted with muscles, and his long, upward-curved fangs were circled with "rings" that symbolized bravery. Each ring represents the life of a warrior of a rival tribe. Under a cursory glance, apart from the old chieftain who was already lying down, he was undoubtedly the most brave one.

"I, brave, Greatfang! It's the chief! ”

"Giant Fang! Giant Fangs! ”

The primitive and savage tribe of trolls, whose language is not yet coherent, so simply confirmed the new chieftain. The one who dies is left behind a fang, which represents the feats of the past and present, as a token of ancestor worship. And the corpse was just hastily buried.

The cheers continued, but the enthusiasm no longer revolved around the new chief. The bloodthirsty heart that has been ignited, in the absence of the enemy's head, quickly transformed into the desire to reproduce, and without shame, began to catch the right wild combination.

The old trolls in the front row, looking at this scene, grinned one after another, and said with relief that the future of the tribe was promising.

"Chief! My mom gave birth! It's your son! ”

In the confusion, a troll hurried in. He called out to the new chieftain, who had just regenerated his arm and was about to change the battlefield and contribute to the growth of the tribe's population.

Giant Fang looked at the female troll who was looking forward to it, and only hesitated for a moment, and the desire to reproduce overcame the heir who had already borne fruit. He waved his hand and motioned for him to get out of the way. To be honest, compared to the happiness of the moment, the newborn who knows if the ghost knows if his child is unattractive.

The person who was waved back didn't care, and he didn't mean to go back and report. At this moment, he recognized a middle-aged female troll with a "bewitching" posture, two heads taller than him, and a significant circle of strength, inhaled as much as possible to make herself appear stronger, and then walked away.

"Female trolls! I, fangs, majestic!! ”

When the female troll heard this, she seemed to feel the provocation.....

About three minutes later, the female troll got up and scolded two sentences similar to "weak chicken" with disdain: "That's it?" Something like that, and turned away.

Fangs, on the other hand, were lying on the ground smiling, as if they were recalling something.

Ignoring these messy things, turn your attention back to a special "group" of buildings in the inner circle of the tribe.

The generally crudely constructed tribal buildings are scattered throughout the forest, but in the middle of which a more elaborate one is built in a centralized manner, surrounded by a simple fence to isolate it from the rest; Groups of troll warriors, in the midst of the carnival in the distance, despite envious scolding, still controlled the lower half of their bodies and patrolled dutifully.

It's not a place for the powerful, there are only three types of trolls, the witch doctor who is responsible for the transmission of knowledge, the pregnant female troll, and the female troll with a young child.

Undoubtedly, this is the most important place in the tribe, even if the chief's residence is not compared.

In one of these rooms, a newborn troll baby was being held and scrubbed away by the witch doctor who delivered the baby.

Pointed ears, pointed nose, and wrinkled skin also appear dark blue; Aside from the fangs that have not yet grown, there is no doubt that he is a troll newborn just by his appearance.

The witch doctor wiped the little troll's body, flipped it up and down, and finally stretched out his fingers and flicked the small needle, and came to a conclusion.

"Well, I don't cry, but I'm strong."

With that, he handed the little troll to the slightly tired female troll on the couch, and said,

"Go drink milk, grow up quickly, and become a new witch doctor."

The female troll took the child, and without much shy fussiness brought it to the breastfeed, muttering,

"Warrior, brave warrior."

The witch doctor laughed, stroked his tough beard, and turned out of the house.

Whether it's a warrior or a witch doctor. As long as a new life is born in the tribe, it is hope, and he will be very happy. Of course, if it was a witch doctor, he would be happier, because there were enough silly warriors.

The little troll who was held by his mother to drink milk was undoubtedly a little strange and different. The sparkle contained in those agile eyes is not just the purity that is characteristic of this age. A little ignorance, though not very obvious, is undoubtedly there, but it is not known.

"Damn..."

The brain of a newborn baby cannot support too complex thinking, and after a sentence of "lying in the groove" deep into the bone marrow, instinct overwhelms the unknown throbbing, and soon like an ordinary little troll, fascinated by the sweetness of breast milk.....

Spring goes to autumn, and the little trolls grow up very quickly. Thinking wakes up and doesn't, and becomes clearer and clearer with time; Finally, one day, the slightest throbbing of the first cry finally woke up completely.

"! it! it! Looking at his blue skin, the unfamiliar environment around him, and the faces that were completely worthy of the word "monster" according to the aesthetics of his previous life, the little thing said that he had accumulated two lifetimes of "slots".

However, after all, Zeng Jin is a complete adult. Although he is not a particularly good elite, his complete education and years of experience as a "bookworm" have made him quickly understand the situation he is facing.

"Crossing, although it's a bit vulgar, but that's it, it's not a bad thing to live an extra life."

The traveler is particularly open-minded, he was very ordinary in his previous life, and his grades from elementary school to college were average. After graduating from university, he was sent out to study abroad because his family had a few spare money. When I was studying abroad for graduate school, I stumbled and just barely graduated because I was greedy for fun. After that, because I didn't want to be a social animal so soon, I continued to study for a doctorate with the money I earned from my part-time job during my master's degree.

During his Ph.D., the pressure brought by his studies and age made him a little anxious, and after learning from the pain, he decided to make up for the accumulation he owed as soon as possible.

Day after day of staying up late, coffee, waking up smoke... And the body that was overdrawn by the university began to play greedily, and finally reversed at the moment of completing the doctoral thesis.

So, he died suddenly.

I vividly remember the cramping of my heart in that moment, and the darkness that ensued it...

The little troll woke up from his memories in an instant, wiped away the "sweat" that was actually nothing on his forehead with his little hands, and looked around, feeling deeply happy.

"It's good to only experience it once in a chaotic life, and this time I must do something."