My Magic Has No Attack Power Chapter 90: ：3 points in the world
In the forest below the mountains, torches twinkled like stars, spreading out little by little.
The terrifying monsters with green faces and fangs lingered in the forest, and from time to time they made inexplicable shouts, as if they were communicating.
This is a temporary camp, exactly what Bourne mentioned, the migration team of the Frost Troll tribe.
As everyone thought, the team of trolls basically followed the path of Dunier and others up the mountain. Contrary to what Byrne thought, their speed was slower than expected. Not a lot.
It's already the third day after Xiang En and the others dug the tunnel. The migrating trolls are dragging their families and their families, and they have to drive the yak on the mountain to carry the goods.
Adapting the yaks to the low-altitude climate took a lot of work from the wizards.
Stop-and-go, the unexplored road is particularly difficult, and even the trolls are physically strong and exhausted.
Though the trolls are physically exhausted, their spirits are exceptionally high.
Although they are now driven here by things on the other side of the mountain, but long ago, the fertile land and lush forests here belonged to their trolls, and now they return to their homeland, the trolls heart It is difficult to calm down the excitement, so you can touch the east and look in the west within the specified range of activities.
The trolls who live deep in the mountains, many never see the forest once in their life, now from the harsh mountains to the warm plains, every tree, every weed, to them is fresh!
Rough palms brushed the rough bark, a tall and strong troll wearing various bone ornaments, his eyes were intoxicated, his hands repeatedly stroked the bark, rubbed the leaves, and his love was beyond words. .
The verdant green here enchanted the trolls, the fresh and smooth air, and the soulful pleasure of each inhalation.
They are trolls and are meant to live in the jungle!
Not far behind the troll, six men and women with only animal skins on their bodies were curled up in a wooden cage, their eyes were dim, and there were many wounds on their naked bodies that were blocked by medicinal mud. .
If Byrne were here, he would recognize these people, and one of them was Dunier who led them down a path of no return.
Dunier, who was still a bit big and fat at first, now looks like a drug addict, with concave cheeks, sunken eye sockets, all the muscles and fat on his body have disappeared, and he has become a skinny.
After suffering for nearly ten more days, Dunier's body was several times more miserable than Bourne who escaped.
At this time, the two trolls walked to the edge of the wooden cage, and a troll with a braided hair on his head showed an ugly smile, wearing a fur hat beside him, holding a troll depicting many The troll with the strangely patterned stick said a few words, and then pointed his finger at Dunier.
Seeing the troll outside the cage pointing at him, Du Nier's eyes widened instantly, his strength burst out, and he shrank to the edge of the cage in horror.
Other people in the cage saw that he wanted to retreat into the corner, their eyes regained a little brilliance, and immediately punched him and kicked Dunier towards the door of the cage, without caring about the past feelings.
Just kidding!
Dunier took them into a **** hole with maggots, and wanted to make them look good?
The wooden cage opened, and Duniel, who rolled to the door, was caught by a female troll with braids, dragged him out of the cage, and closed the door.
The troll wizard on the side was eloquent and eloquent. After a short brewing, an inconspicuous blue-gray streamer shot down the wooden pole and shot into the desperate looking Dunier.
Duniel then bokis, dragged into nearby grass by the female troll.
Originally, this kind of thing can be done in a remote place, but after being escaped by a human a few days ago, the female trolls can only complete a breeding activity in the onlookers of other trolls.
The female troll who had finished her pastime put the unconscious Dunier back in the cage and left contentedly.
She passed through the sleeping yaks and came to a hide tent.
There is a fire in front of the tent, and around the fire sit five trolls with extra bones and feathers, the core of the frost troll tribe.
"Aluru, you are late."
The troll sitting in front of the tent spoke up. He was Darusa, the leader of the frost troll tribe, and the one who was feeling the bark just now.
The troll's language is incomprehensible, and his laughter is raspy.
"I'm going to work hard for the growth and reproduction of the tribe, hehe." Aluru, who was named, didn't care much, and sat cross-legged in the empty seat directly opposite the leader.
The troll leader doesn't care much about Aluru's offense, since it's his sister.
Although the kinship among trolls is as ridiculous as shit-smelling chocolate, the connection of blood can still give Aluru a little privilege on things that don't really matter.
And she wasn't too late...
After everyone gathered, the troll leader looked at the high priest with a feathered hat on his head and a stone statue.
Among the tribes, the most intelligent troll is the high priest. When facing the threat of monsters on the other side of the mountain, the high priest once prayed to the ancestral spirit for answers, and finally made this migration.
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"The Great Ancestral Spirit has sent its final will, Danger... Danger!" The old troll high priest opened and closed with his half-missing tusk, spitting out the message he had received, muddy. But the shrewd eyes are full of sly meaning.
Shaking his teeth downwards, after repeating the troll language "dangerous" a dozen times, he calmed down and shook his head gently.
This means that he can't see clearly, the ancestors did not give them a more complete revelation.
The troll wizard with the white hat next to him saw the leader looking at him, and shook his head slightly, "Awda doesn't know either."
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When the wise men of the tribe cannot decide, the leader must decide.
At this moment, all the pressure is on Darusa, the troll leader.
Darusa's face showed a dignified expression, his fist with only four fingers clenched and loosened, and his sharp eyes looked at the rest of the people. The breath of the strong radiated out, and he said firmly: "Ancestral Spirit We have been warned that the world has changed, but no matter the danger, I will keep the tribe alive!"
The high priest nodded slightly, and the rest of the trolls had serious expressions.
The glory of the past no longer exists. There are trolls and tribes of tens of thousands of warriors in the ancient times. The war with the elf royal court was once a great victory.
But the glory of the ancestors, after all, disappeared in the reckless progress of generations of trolls, and they became the remnants of the lingering party on the edge of the continent.
The leader of every troll clan hopes to restore the power of trolls and elves in ancient times.
Even if they can't divide the world... elves, humans, and trolls, they can accept it!
Chapter 90: Three Worlds