In the forest below the mountains, torches flickered like stars and spread out dots.
Terrifying monsters with green faces and fangs stayed in the forest, shouting incomprehensible words from time to time, 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 troll team basically followed the path that Dunel and others took up the mountain. What was different from what Burne thought was that their speed was much slower than expected.
It was already the third day after Xiang En and the others dug the tunnel. The migrating trolls were dragging their families with them and driving the yaks high in the mountains to carry goods.
It took a lot of effort for the wizards to adapt the yaks to the low-altitude climate.
Stop-and-go, unexplored roads are particularly difficult to navigate, and even if the trolls are physically strong, they are inevitably tired.
Although the trolls were physically exhausted, their spirits were particularly high.
Although they were driven here by things from the other side of the mountain range, the fertile land and lush forests here belonged to their trolls a long time ago. Now that they have returned to their homeland, the excitement in their hearts is hard to come by. Calm down, feel around and look around within the stipulated range of movement.
Many of the trolls living deep in the mountains have never seen the forest once in their lives. Now they have come from the harsh mountains to the warm plains. Every tree and every weed is new to them. !
Rough palms brushed the rough bark, and a tall and muscular troll with various bone ornaments appeared in his eyes with intoxication. He repeatedly touched the bark and leaves with his hands, his love for it was palpable.
The greenery here is intoxicating to the trolls, and the fresh and smooth air will make you feel the joy from your soul every time you take a breath.
They are trolls who were born to live in the jungle!
Not far behind the troll, six men and women wearing only animal skins huddled in wooden cages, their eyes dim, and their exposed bodies had many wounds blocked by mud.
If Bourne were here, he would be able to recognize these people, and one of them was Dunel who led them on a path of no return.
Dunel, who originally looked a bit broad and fat, now looked like a drug addict. His cheeks were sunken, his eye sockets were sunken, and all the muscles and fat on his body had disappeared, turning into a skin and bones.
After suffering nearly ten more days of torture, Dunel's body was several times more miserable than that of Bourne who had escaped.
At this time, two trolls walked to the edge of the wooden cage. A troll with the hair on his head tied into braids showed an ugly smile. He was wearing a fur hat and holding a wooden stick with many strange patterns carved on it. The troll with the stick chirped a few words, and then pointed his finger at Dunel.
Seeing the troll outside the cage pointing at him, Dunel's eyes widened instantly, he exploded with all his strength, and shrank back to the edge of the cage in horror.
When the other people in the cage saw him trying to shrink into a corner, their eyes regained some brilliance, and they immediately punched and kicked Dunel, kicking him towards the door of the cage, without any regard for their former kindness.
Just kidding!
Duniel led them into a cesspit with maggots, and he still wanted them to look good
The wooden cage opened, and Dunel, who rolled to the door, was caught by the female troll with braids, dragged him out of the cage, and then closed the door.
The troll wizard on the side suddenly became eloquent and muttered something. After a brief moment of deliberation, an inconspicuous blue-gray stream of light shot down the wooden pole into Dunier, who looked desperate.
Then Dunel became boki and was dragged into the nearby grass by the female troll.
Originally, this kind of thing could be done in a more remote place, but after a human escaped a few days ago, the female trolls could only complete a reproductive activity while other trolls watched.
The female troll who had finished her pastime put the unconscious Dunel back into the cage and left with satisfaction.
She passed through a herd of sleeping yaks and came to an animal skin tent.
There was a fire in front of the tent, and around the fire sat five trolls with extra bones and feather ornaments on their bodies. These trolls were the core of the Frost Troll tribe.
"Aluru, you're late."
The troll sitting in front of the tent spoke. He was Darusa, the leader of this frost troll tribe, and he was also the one who was feeling the bark of the tree just now.
The troll's language is obscure and difficult to understand, and its laughter is even more rough and hoarse.
"I'm going to work hard for the expansion and reproduction of the tribe, Hehe." Aluru didn't pay much attention to being named, and sat cross-legged on the empty seat directly opposite the leader.
The troll leader didn't care much about Aluru's offense, because she was his sister.
Although family ties among trolls are as ridiculous as shit-flavored chocolate, being connected by blood can still allow Aluru to gain some privileges in some less important matters.
Besides, she wasn't too late...
After everyone gathered, the troll leader looked at the high priest who was wearing a feather hat on his head and holding a stone statue.
Among the tribe, the wisest troll is the high priest. When his survival was threatened by monsters on the other side of the mountain, the high priest prayed to the ancestors for answers, which ultimately led to this migration.
Just after the blood sacrifice ceremony ended, the ancestral spirit sent new guidance!
"The great ancestral spirit has sent the final message, danger... danger!" The old troll high priest opened and closed his half-missed tusks up and down, spitting out the information he received, with muddy but shrewd eyes. It is full of magical meaning.
His teeth chattered downwards, and after repeating the troll word "danger" a dozen times, he calmed down and shook his head slightly.
This meant that he could not see clearly that the ancestral spirits had not given them a more complete revelation.
The great troll wizard wearing a white hat beside him saw the leader looking at him and shook his head slightly, "Auda doesn't know either."
When the wise men of the tribe cannot decide, the leader must make up his mind.
At this moment, all the pressure was focused on the troll leader Darusa.
A solemn look appeared on Darusa's face. He clenched and unclenched his fists with only four fingers. He looked at the remaining people with sharp eyes. The aura of a strong man exuded and said firmly: "The ancestors have already come to us." A warning has been issued, the world has changed, but no matter how dangerous it is, I will let the tribe continue to survive!"
The high priest nodded slightly, and the other trolls also had serious expressions.
The glory of the past no longer exists. Trolls from ancient times and tribes of tens of thousands of warriors abound. The war with the Elf Royal Court was once a great victory.
But the glory of the ancestors eventually disappeared due to the lack of progress of the trolls from generation to generation, and they were reduced to a remnant party that is now lingering on the edge of the continent.
Every leader of the troll tribe hopes to regain the power of the ancient times when the world was divided between trolls and elves.
Even if they can't divide the world into two parts... elves, humans and trolls, they can still accept it!
(End of chapter)