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In the Arathi Heights, one ancient tree after another stands tall.

Their trunks are connected like mother and child.

The dense foliage, exuding greenery, is full of vitality, contained in it.

Tree after tree formed a sea of green, and a gust of wind blew it, like waves in the sea, rolling wave after wave.

Two rows of dark-skinned humans struggled to pull a massive cage with rollers up a wide slope and up a tall rocky structure in front of them, dragging a thick rope that tightened tightly.

Bang Bang Bang !!!!!

A series of whipping sounds rang out continuously.

A stream of astringent words kept coming out of the mouth of the leather-clad troll.

The leather armor was short, revealing knotted muscles, and the skin was covered with moss on one side.

Their fangs were raised, their faces were fierce and hideous, and the whips made of rattan in their hands were constantly whipped at the humans.

The backs of all human beings, scarred one after another, crawled all over their backs like a centipede.

The wind is howling and blowing, and the spring night is very hot and cold.

When it's getting dark, the temperature drops quickly.

But these human beings only have a dirty strip of cloth that covers their lower bodies and has not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time, and they are so old that they can no longer be distinguished. This is linen after all. Or other materials.

The rope jumped tightly. Constantly being pulled back.

Every time they dragged the rope hard, there was a tense tension on their broad-jawed faces, baring their teeth and grinning.

The troll guards stood on either side of the ramp, their armor and the wind, torches in one hand and weapons in the other.

Cold eyes stared at this qiē. The gaze is not on the slaves in the trailers, but on the tightly wrapped cages.

In the cage, there were corpses on display, they were piled up together at will, and the entire cage was piled up, like goods, and bright red blood flowed down the wooden cage.

Drops of blood seeped into the wood.

But nothing has changed?

The wood of the wooden cage. It was already a dark red, and he didn't know how much blood he had infected. Complete dyed discoloration.

The north wind howled violently, and suddenly became more and more violent.

On top of the rocky building, five trolls dressed in robes and hiding their bodies twisted and writhed, their mouths whining like the low moans of wild beasts.

The hands were dancing and beating in strides according to some kind of ritual.

"Greetings to the great witch doctor Zulde, Claude," a young troll, striding up the building, he was not very dressed, naked, naked upper body, green moss, not as ugly as the other trolls, but like an armor on his body, which set off his might.

His voice was loud and vibrated in all directions,

A troll in motion, he stopped his movements, and he twisted his body to face the troll.

He gently lowered the cloak from his head, revealing his face.

His green face was bulging with pustules the size of one bean grain after another, and all of his face was rotten.

The troll's peculiar fangs, no longer sharp, had signs of decay on them, as if they could be removed with a slight touch.

It was an incomparably terrible face, with fat lips wide open, and some sharp tones that came out of his mouth; "Valiant Claude, is the food the Warriors need for next quarter ready?"

"It's all ready, it's all freshly hunted," the young troll said loudly, pointing to the huge cages.

"Heroic Claude you have lived up to my expectations, I am proud of you, this is your reward," the slender fingers, groping in his bosom, snatched out a black bottle, about the size of an index finger, and threw it directly to the young troll, who began to speak; "It's a gift from the gods who can make you more heroic in battle,"

The young troll was overjoyed, took the bottle, and knelt down to express his gratitude.

The huge cage was slowly transported onto the building.

The building was made of rock, but it was hollow in the center, and the cage was placed on a smooth rock platform.

In front of the war cage of several trolls, they reached out for their sharp daggers, and with a slight cut, the rope broke.

The cage opened, and the top corpse rolled down directly, blood splattered everywhere and spilled all over the ground.

Ignoring this qiē, the troll stretched out his strong arm, and as soon as he withdrew, a corpse was removed and thrown towards the center.

It was a hollow, and from it there was a chill of the forest.

The cold wind kept blowing, but it made the troll shiver, he didn't dare to delay, he moved even faster, and the corpses were thrown down one by one.

Soon a cage was emptied, and the empty cage was quickly replaced, and another cage full of corpses was transported, and there were no longer human corpses, beasts, gnolls, and even kobolds, and the corpses were a little more messy.

When the center of the hollow was filled, the witch doctor Zuld gently stroked the hole and took out his finger, which was covered with frost, and he lowered his head and muttered a few words quietly, commanding the other trolls to put a huge lid on it.

The lid corresponded to the gap, and Zulde walked around the gap, and the gap disappeared cleanly.

He nodded in satisfaction and glanced at the night sky.

The misty night shrouded the land, and the sky did not know when, but it had already darkened.

The moon still lingered desperately at the edge of the dark forest, and the treetops swayed slightly, casting long, unpredictable shadows like ghostly statues.

The mirror-like moon hangs in the sky, pouring its clear light into the vast land.

The torches burned violently, like sparks of stars, dotted with them.

Zurd looked at Yiqiē, he showed a satisfied smile, the food for the next quarter has been stored, and the clan will not worry too much about it for a while in the future.

"Great Zuld, you are here," a deep voice sounded, and Claude strode up to him.

In the night, under the fiery red glow of the torches, a long shadow was left.

"What's the matter, young warrior?" Zulder smiled at the young troll.

"In the midst of exterminating the human tribes, I have found a treasure for your great Zuld," Claude said in a humble tone, with a low posture.

"What kind of treasure is it?"

"I don't recognize what it is? It was with it that the human tribe was able to kill more than a dozen of our brave clansmen,"

"Did you bring the treasure?"

"No, the treasure is not easy to carry, and I have put it outside, so please come with me to check it out," Claude said with his fangs cocked, and he bowed his head.

"Claude, you're good, it's a reward for you," another black bottle, which was thrown to Claude by Zulde.

"This way," said Claude, walking ahead, torch in hand, leading the way, every step was big.

"Claude, where are you going? The clan has left here," Zuld looked at the pitch-black surroundings, the dense foliage of the night, swaying and rustling with the wind.

The environment of the black hole made Zuldemont have a bad premonition.

"The treasure is too eye-catching, I don't dare bring it back to the clan," Claude explained.

"Claude, how did I notice that you are a little different today," Zulde looked at the several armored guards who followed him, and felt a lot more relieved, but then he had some doubts about the words in which Claude spoke.

"I haven't changed anything, it's your delusion,"

"Yes, probably," Zuld muttered.

Constantly shuttling through the trees, the group did not encounter any obstacles.

They are trolls, forest trolls, and the moss on their bodies is affected by their development because they live in the woods all year round, and thus they have changed.

Forest is not their away stadium, quite the opposite, it is their home stadium.

"Have you arrived? If not, I think we should go back and come back tomorrow," Zulde looked at the dark surroundings, the shadows of the clan behind him had disappeared, and not long ago, he could still faintly see the light of many torches.

But at this time, looking behind me, it was pitch black and there was nothing.

Zuld wasn't a troll who was afraid of the dark, and he didn't want to keep going because he noticed something was wrong.

"Go back, why go back, we've arrived," Claude twisted his body and snorted angrily at Zulde, under the light of the burning torch, Claude's face was extremely mysterious, he smiled brightly at the moment, and smiled very strangely.

"There's nothing here, Claude, what the hell are you trying to do?" Zurd gripped the staff like dead wood in one hand and questioned loudly.

"What? Kill you, of course," Claude said in a cold voice.

"Kill him," Zuld was not slow to respond, and immediately gave the order.

The two troll guards immediately obeyed Zurde's orders, and immediately pounced, raising their weapons high in their hands and swinging them towards Claude.

Looking at this qiē, Claude roared.

The roar was deep, and finally turned into a dragon's roar, a hideous monster, appeared in front of several people, from one person to three people, and expanded to ten people.

A dragon, a dark-colored dragon, appeared in front of the three trolls. (To be continued......)