The troll that Jeno noticed was special, different from the others. And this difference is not highlighted by appearance, but by behavior.

Of the hundreds of bare-handed trolls, it is the only one with a weapon.

The weapon was a huge, magical rod forged from polar ice that never melts.

The cold energy of Zhen Ice spread through its body, transforming the troll's eyes into a blue color, and it watched as Jeno slowly approached, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

It's a thinking troll.

Jeno walked over to Trandel, who was frozen under the ice from the waist down, but the ice was still a cut above Jeno. It thought with a head several times the size of Jeno's head, a pair of oozing eyes staring coldly and calmly at the human in front of it, no thicker than its arm.

"Troll Chieftain...... No, it's Trollel, the king of trolls, do you think you can talk about it? Let all your people make us cows and horses. ”

After seeing this Zhen popsicle, Jeno suddenly changed his words.

It occurred to him that Trandel had killed the stupid old chief by this time and replaced him. But its ambitions don't stop there, Trandel doesn't just want to be the chief of one tribe, he proclaims himself king, in order to recover the other troll tribes and make this troll king deserved.

After an eerily stillness for a few seconds, Trandel struck out without warning.

The Troll King's sturdy left arm quickly fished towards Jeno, making it nearly impossible for Genor to dodge at such a distance. Trandall thought to himself that it was time to make this troll-defying human pay.

But Jeno didn't even think about dodging, he just raised his hand to make a defense. The claws slammed into Jeno's arm with the wind, and the latter stood still. There was an unshakable feedback from the palm of the hand, as if a slap had been slapped on the door frame.

Trandel immediately became uneasy, and when he had already made a move, if he didn't take the other party as a hostage, the end would definitely be miserable. He picked up his popsicle and slammed it into Jeno's door.

The Popsicle, known as the Bone Crusher, had been acquired from the Frost Witch's ghostly realm, and Trandel had great hopes and faith in it as a symbol of his return as king.

It was convinced that the bonecrusher would shatter Jeno's bones with a single blow!

Bang!

The bone crusher slammed into Jeno's body, and there was a real sense of blow. After a slight obstacle, there was an unimpeded swing in his hand, and he felt the thick body hair on his hand being pulled in the wind, and Trandel was so excited that he couldn't help it.

I'm afraid this man has been smashed in two by his own stick!!

But only a moment after such a thought appeared, reality shattered all of Trandel's fantasies.

And what was shattered along with his fantasies was the proof of the king that he had high hopes for. Jeno didn't know what to do, but he just raised his left hand and put it on his forehead to block it, and the hard popsicle made of Zhen Ice shattered like a fragile wine bottle.

Flying shards slapped into Trandel's face, and his powerful heart shattered and sank like a rod.

That's impossible!

It was a powerful weapon given to it by the Frost Witch, how could it be so easy to smash any troll who opposed him with a single blow......

Bang!

Another solid sound came out, and Trandel, who was still doubting his life, was hit in the jaw by an uppercut from Jeno Lishang, and his huge body four or five meters tall popped directly out of the ice and fell heavily to the ground.

The handle of the bone crusher in its hand flew out of its hand, and the few remaining fangs flew into the air.

The trolls erupted in an uproar, unable to believe that what they were seeing was true—the most powerful of them, Trandel, had been knocked down by a small human man, and the rod it had used to cement its position had been shattered with a single blow.

The world seemed to be turned upside down, and these trolls had all fallen into a black hole of cognition with shattered three views, and no matter how they used their hairy feet to think, they couldn't figure out what was going on.

The blow woke Trandel completely, and when Jeno walked in front of it again, he saw the other man's hoarfrost-covered leather boots on the ice against his face, and he finally realized the same fear that the angry Frost Witch had brought to it at that time, and it couldn't help but shudder.

"Trandel, I'm giving you a chance to live. You'd better be obedient, or you, along with your people, will be buried under the ice forever. ”

In the face of Jeno's lack of warmth to menace, it could only let out a whimpering gasp, because the punch had dislocated its jaw.

When Jeno reached out and lifted its chin, it trembled with fear, for fear that Jano would tear off its entire jaw in a flash.

"Scared? It's right to be afraid, you have to fear me as you fear Lisandro, and then forget about her and fight for me...... Because I will soon be your new master. ”

The chilling tone was still straightforward, and for a moment, Trandel saw Jeno's eyes red and unfocused, as if an ancient demon was staring at him. But it wasn't the demonic aura that emanated from Jeno's body that really creeped out, it was the fact that he had even made a deal with Lisandro himself, which made him feel like his greatest advantage was gone.

When his strength is no match for others, and his intelligence is completely crushed, Trandle really doesn't know what else to do to get himself out of this situation of being slaughtered by others.

If it knew it was so, it shouldn't have been here in the first place. I thought it was just a simple raid mission, but it alarmed a demon with terrifying strength.

Before he knew it, Trandle felt his jaw lifted, and the man held out his other hand, and a warm, viscous liquid with a distinctively fishy smell kept flowing into his bleeding mouth.

Trandle, who had tasted human blood many times, knew it was human blood for the first time, and even if it was mixed with the blood in his mouth, he could clearly distinguish the unique taste of human blood.

The inexplicable "sweetness" made its fear even deeper, and it couldn't help but think wildly about what the other party was doing? Do you really want to raise yourself like an animal?

Jeno didn't say anything in the process, and it wasn't until he watched Trandle swallow a mouthful of blood that he exerted some strength to help him put the dislocated jaw back up.

"Now answer some of my questions, if Lisandro sent you." He asked, like a doctor asking a patient about a case.