He Comes From the Void - Chapter 643

“Isn’t it going through the nostrils again this time?” Kahn looked at the ancient troll head on the mountainside. The position was steep, and it was very difficult to get in through the mouth and nose.

　　 “No.” Trandall sniffed with his lees nose, and then pointed to a hidden hole at the bottom of the mountain: “I smell the smell of a troll. The road is over there.”

　　 The scribbled red hair on top of his head flutters in the wind. Any troll who claims to be a king must be sensitive to the air before the **** wind arrives if he wants to live long.

　　 “I’m curious, you can smell the smell of others, can’t you smell your own smell?”

　　 “Get used to it, it doesn’t smell.” Trandell picked up his stick and continued on.

　　 “Yes, otherwise it will be smoked to death sooner or later…”

　　 Human beings think trolls are ugly, in addition to the scabs and warts caused by their filth, a large part of it is because of their weird noses.

　　 Take Trundle’s nose for example. It is red and swollen, several sizes larger than a human’s, like the nose ball worn by a clown, and it looks like it was swollen and congested during a wrestling. But in fact, he had never dropped his nose at all, nor was he soaked in wine to rot. His nose was born like this, probably because of Freljord’s cold redness.

　　 Don’t look at it like this, the troll’s nose is actually quite sensitive.

　　 Kahn noticed that Trandall began to deliberately lower his steps, his muscles rolling under his skin like a rock, reaching into his dirty simple cloak, holding his faithful frost stick, and unhooking the hook from his belt.

　　 All this shows that the enemy is very close.

Sure enough, when he poked his head out of the snowy hills, he saw two patrolling trolls outside the cave at the foot of the mountain. They both carried huge bone battle axes and were almost naked. They only carried the Juvask skull on the top of their heads. The helmet is made of many bird feathers.

　　 He suddenly turned his head and said to the two of them: “We have taken the head and acted. They will be suspicious when they see you. You can’t follow me in.”

　　 “Then what do you show us?” Kahn asked.

　　 “Don’t worry, in order to prevent being blocked, the caves of trolls are generally open. You can climb up the mountain and find the skylight and stand on it.”

　　 “Also.” Kahn glanced at the snow mountain.

　　 He doesn’t have that much demand for sitting in the auditorium or watching the theater on the rooftop. It would be more disgusting to stand among a group of smelly and naked trolls, and this group of big guys might even block the view.

　　 “By the way, do me a favor. If something goes wrong, you can give me some assistance from above. If you can’t run it, put the rope down from the skylight.” He broke into someone else’s site single-handedly, and he was still stressed.

　　 “Are you scared?” Kahn looked at him fixedly.

　　 “It’s just a backup plan, leave a way for yourself. After all, this is not my territory. There are more ways to die here than I can count, and I can count more than any troll I know.”

　　 “Okay, don’t die in it. You go to attract the attention of the two sentries, and we will go climbing.”

　　 Trundle turned over the snow hill and appeared in front of the two guards. They immediately stopped the intruder.

　　 The two troll guards reminded that they were both bigger than Randall. It seems that the northern trolls are like this. One of the trolls with a scar on the belly asked him: “Who are you? What are you going to do?”

　　 “I’m Trundle, Trundle, the king of trolls! Take me to see your chief.”

　　 “I have heard of you, you are from outside.”

　　 “No one is allowed to see the chief.” Another troll spoke up, bad breath is very serious.

　　 “He must want to see me.” Trundle said.

　　 “If I say no, I can’t.” The bad breath troll said sharply.

　　 “Are you a relative of the chief?” Trondell asked again.

　　 “No. Why do you ask?”

“That’s right.”

　　 “What’s the matter?” The bad breath troll stunned Trundle.

　　 “That’s right.” Trundle hit the bad breath guard’s head with a bone crushing stick, and knocked it twice.

The troll with a scar on his belly glanced at his former guard companion, and now there are only a large group of shiny pieces left, Trandall can almost hear the stones in his brain squeezing and grinding, and his eyes are sticks. Jump back and forth with the holder of the stick.

　　 “Don’t think about it, he is dead. Take me in.” Trundle pointed the stick at the troll, who finally understood that the most important thing was to obey the stick troll.

　　……

　　 Under the guidance of the guards, Trandall swayed by the big trolls along the way carrying a stick, and they all looked at him suspiciously.

　　Since I’m here to grab the site, I must be arrogant enough to walk. But when he can talk, the shelf shouldn’t be too big, otherwise the aim will take off his arms and legs as snacks.

　　 Trolls can also eat trolls.

　　Finally, the guards led him to the depths of the cave. There was still a large group of trolls surrounding a huge hollow, or sitting on the ground, or simply lying down and sleeping.

　　 “Chief, Trundle is looking for you.”

　　 “Trundle? Is that the southern warm skin troll who claims to be king?”

The troll in the center turned around. He was almost twice as tall as Trundle. His limbs were as thick as the legs of a mammoth, especially the two fangs protruding from his mouth. Ancient trolls.

“Correct.”

　　 When he opened his mouth, these big trolls all looked over. They stared at Trundle, like a group of Frostwolf wolves staring at a lame fat Enyuk.

　　 “You are not so big~www.mtlnovel.com~ The youngest trolls here are all older than you. Did your mother didn’t work hard when giving birth to you?” The other party looked at Trundle carefully, and then said. The surrounding trolls laughed, and the sound was like several avalanches converging.

　　Trendel shrugged: “Body size doesn’t determine everything. I have the most noble blood in the troll. I can move Zhenbing, can you?”

　　 He stuck the bone-crushing stick on the ground, and the stick exuded a deadly chill, and the ground under his feet suddenly froze, and no troll dared to come close and pick it up.

　　 “Not bad.”

　　 The opponent shrank, Trundle took the initiative back, and it was his turn to question.

　　 “Are you the chief?”

“Yes, our northern trolls are actually very enthusiastic. If you come to make friends, I will treat you well and invite you to drink troll honey.” The troll chief leaned forward, making Trundle feel like one. The whole mountain was crushed down.

　　 “Unfortunately, I am not.” He said.

　　 “Then you are here to fight?” The chief asked with a smile, and then raised his belly.

　　 “I have come to be your king.” Trandall carried the bone crusher.

　　 “Our tribe will only recognize the king of ancient trolls. If any troll claims to be a king, he wants to get the most food and ask others to listen to him. That would be silly.”

　　 “Then let’s decide the outcome.”