Trolls, use the sticks in your hands to entertain your enemies~
——Trundle
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Although some traces have been covered by snow, Tonya still found the right direction with the help of magic and experience.
The two of them trekked for many days on the deserted snowfield without seeing any human beings. The trip on the snowfield was boring and boring, and the strong wind and dense snow made it inconvenient to camp. Most of them had to rely on cold food to satisfy their hunger. They thought they finally had a chance.
Being able to enjoy the warm fire, mead, and a meal unique to the Freljord, Aslan couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Walking out of the mountain road, we finally saw the vast ice field below.
Brushing away the blowing snow, he squinted his eyes and looked down. A large linear black spot that suddenly appeared on the snowfield in the distance and twisted forward was extremely conspicuous. He had already seen the furnaces such as the Winter's Claw.
traces of the household.
The two of them didn't dare to speak loudly while trekking in the mountains, nor did they dare to let the wild claw beast roar, nor did they dare to use power at will, for fear that the slightest move would trigger an avalanche. Now that they were on the plains, they didn't care so much.
"??????????????????~~"
Frost wolves are hunting in packs, and the hunting horns are ringing in the wild!
Tonya let go of the jaws of the Wild Claw, letting it run and roar wildly. At the same time, she opened her hands and shouted an ancient chant that was only used when hunting in the Freljord, the sound of a large group of wolf spirits.
Shadows appeared around the two of them, as if they were guarding and accompanying the hunt, following the wild claw beasts as they ran on the snowy field.
Soon, as the distance approached, both of them heard a huge and desolate horn sound coming from the front.
In the silent snowfield, the slightest sound will be transmitted far away, and may even cause a chain reaction. Unless it is a special situation or an inexperienced outsider, most people do not dare to blow the horn loudly.
"Arslan, speed up."
Tonya leaned over and stroked the thick mane of the Crazy Claw, and whispered something to it. The six-clawed Crazy Claw that had just stopped in place immediately roared, and then flew across the snow, crushing the large snowflakes in front of it.
He ran towards the place where the noise was coming from.
"Arslan?" Lying on Crazy Claw's back and lowering his center of gravity, Aslan asked while protecting Tonya in his arms.
"Yes, it has a special meaning in the ancient Valhalla language." Tonya, who was lying on the back of the Wild Claw, looked back at Aslan, her eyes pointing something else: "It means the sun.
.”
"sun?"
"Yes, Sun." Tonya's tone was incomprehensible, and Aslan was a little confused.
While the Wild Claw Beast was running, Tonya had already dragged her huge Y-shaped slashing sword to the ground. As she spat out a string of incantations, the gaps in the spine of her slashing sword began to emit huge energy.
chill.
As Mad Claw charged at high speed, she accumulated enough kinetic energy with the sword in her hand, and the slash would definitely have a terrifying killing effect.
As the distance approached, Aslan could already hear the roar coming from ahead.
The wind and snow were surging, obscuring his vision, but he could still vaguely see a row of figures emerging from outside the defensive circle of the furnace households.
These guys look like humans, but each one of them is more than three meters tall, with their backs hunched over, the fangs at the corners of their mouths, and the giant sticks in their hands, making them look menacing.
"Trolls, it's time for snacks!"
Seeing what the furnace owners were protecting in the middle, an unusually tall troll raised a cold giant club in his hand and roared. Immediately, countless huge javelins, snowballs and stones rushed towards the circle where the furnace owners were defending.
Projected away.
A scalp-numbing blast of wind suddenly sounded, and a large amount of snow exploded among the crowd under the terrifying power of the troll. The circle of furnace households were affected, and there were red stains on the snow, and they screamed in agony.
The sounds came and went, and the smell of blood made the running Madclaw beast agitated.
As the Wild Claw leaped onto a stone hill, Aslan finally saw clearly the creatures attacking the furnace door.
They were covered in armor made of various animal skins and bones, as well as mammoth fangs, but most of them only wore a crotch of tattered cloth. They ran wildly in the wind and snow, and uttered breathtaking sounds while running.
Horrible screams and stench.
Except for some trolls who are wearing armor and holding weapons in their hands, the weapons of other trolls are their disproportionately long arms and huge claws. When running, they lean forward with their upper body pressed against the ground with a pair of sharp claws.
Above, it looks like a group of huge blue-skinned orangutans that continue to run and jump.
These trolls also appear to be hierarchical.
The ones at the forefront were those guys with messy hair on their heads. Their gray-blue skin was covered with rough bone particles and scales. There was no trace of wisdom in their eyes, and all their actions seemed to be completely based on instinct.
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"Winter Troll?!" Aslan looked at Tonya, but saw a hint of eagerness in her eyes, "My dear Aslan, it seems that the first material you want has been delivered to your door.
"
Aslan felt that this was too much of a coincidence, but he kept his doubts in his heart. When he was about to face a battle, he recalled the power of controlling his Ice Vein Drive.
According to the biological classification of Freljord, trolls are actually half-ceilinged creatures. Compared with humans, they possess surprisingly powerful power, and they are also born with wildness and rogue recovery.
Ability, once they form a scale on the snowfield, they are a moving disaster!
What's even more frightening is that among this group of powerful guys, there are always a few vicious and cunning trolls who will become chiefs.
"Udyr, we are attacked by trolls."
In the battle circle surrounding the furnace, a shaman wearing a feather cloak shouted to Udyr standing in the middle of the battle circle.
"I saw, Merena, at least sixty trolls participated in the attack, and most of them carried long-range weapons. If I were you, I should use the power of the shaman to bless the warriors now.
Then send a signal and wait for reinforcements from the chief."
"Oh, what a hell, sixty trolls... oh... in the Freljord, what a hell!"
Merena muttered with a bitter look on her face. She took out a bone staff and wolf skull from her animal skin bag: "My ritual takes time, and now I have to rely on your animal spirit sacrifices. If the warriors can't bear it,
, we had no choice but to burn all the food in a fire, you know, we finally got this from Avarosa's 'purchasing agent'!"
"I know, shut up." Udyr's eyes sparkled with lightning, and he began to search for his target among the trolls.
"May the gods of the Freljord bless us, and our warriors will be invincible. We will sacrifice the victory of this battle with the blood of our rushing mad battle."
Although she was chattering, the feathered Merena still raised her staff high, and then the phantoms of a group of wolf spirits and eagle spirits appeared on the circle of furnace households, and then she
Shout loudly: "The hunt has begun, cubs!"
"Beast spirit, answer my call."
Udyr roared equally loudly, and shadows of wild boars, bears, eagles, and sheep heads appeared behind him, and a large amount of elemental light appeared on his body and on the warriors surrounding him.
The trolls who were charging half way all stopped and then immediately turned around and ran back.
Aslan also paused, almost laughing. This chapter has been completed!