Shadowhunters, the absolute elite of trolls. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

They are proficient in ranged attacks, venom-coated crossblades and arrows that can shoot out of the shadows at any moment, taking away the lives of people; And they are not afraid to fight in close combat, and their sharp daggers and short knives can always impress others.

Even more terrifying is their ability to regenerate from the troll race, which restores so quickly that even if their fingers are severed, they can be seen to grow with the naked eye, allowing them to bravely trade injuries for their lives in battle.

Even when necessary, these Shadowhunters can perform a hand or two of voodoo magic, either to rescue their companions or to injure the souls of their enemies; The most powerful Shadowhunters can even communicate with troll gods and get help from these gods (who are actually demigods).

Of course, such tough guys (part-time hunters, thieves, priests, and warriors) come at the cost of being few in number. Every Shadowhunter needs to be judged by the gods. This kind of trial with a very low pass rate severely limits the number of Shadowhunters, and most of the jungle trolls have no more than five fingers of Shadowhunters.

At this moment, a tall shadow hunter was lurking in the shadows of the jungle not far away, quietly watching the four people,

According to the habits of the jungle troll, his body is covered with all kinds of strange materials, such as moss, seaweed, animal blood, etc., these strange materials will magically turn into a very fresh and natural smell when mixed with the sweat of the troll. This helps them lurk in the jungle, even the most nimble hounds can't spot them.

"The aura of the four people is very strong." The Shadowhunter judged in his mind. "The weakest of them all seems to be a black dragon, and although these people seem to be just passing by, I must inform my leader."

After observing for a long time, the Shadowhunter finally made up his mind and disappeared into the shadows.

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The next morning, the drunken wind of the second half of the night woke up the remaining three people.

The four of them cleaned up briefly, nibbled on two mouthfuls of dry food, and set off again to the north.

At the same time, an emergency meeting of trolls was held in the depths of the jungle.

"There were indeed some surprises in yesterday's pathfinder." The Shadow Hunter, who was watching Drunken Wind's group, straightened his tall body, "I found a group of four people on the path, and they are very strong - I am no match unless I am in the depths of the jungle one-on-one. ”

The troll elders, who were a little disgruntled by the sudden meeting, fell silent, and the one who was still shouting that someone would eat him in the way was even more embarrassed.

The name, the pathfinder troll Shadowhunter, is Levy Khan, and he is one of the strongest of the Darkspear Trolls. Now is the critical period for the dark spear troll, and the troll leader Senjin specially invited this good hand to explore the way, but he didn't expect this kind of news to happen.

"What do you think of the news brought by Levy Khan? Are we quietly waiting for them to pass before we act? Or do you want to be friendly with them? "The leader in the center with a voodoo mask, the troll witch doctor Senkin, wants to ask the surrounding trolls for advice.

"Let me try these guys first." Darkspear Chief Zonza stood up, "Only the strong are qualified to touch, and the weak can only be used as food!" ”

There are two rulers in the troll clan, the leader and the chief - most of the time not the same troll. Among them, the leader is the one with the most reliable and wise brain, and the second chief is the one who can fight the most. If there is a troll who can fight and is smart, he has the opportunity to hold both positions.

The leader of the Darkspear Trolls is Senkin, a wise witch doctor who can communicate with the troll gods; And their chief is a pure warrior, who only knows how to kill and kill the troll warrior Zonza all day long.

Zonza's simple and crude proposal didn't resonate with the Troll Elders. Levy Khan's news has fully demonstrated that Drunken Wind and his party are strong in their own right, and it is really not wise to rush out to test it now.

"Sit down, Zonza." The eldest, Elder Buzan, motioned for Zonza to pause for a moment.

The older troll was the oldest veteran of the Darkspear Clan, and once he spoke, Zonza could only sit down obediently.

"Since the collapse of the Gulabash Empire, our Dark Spear Clan has not had a good time." Buzan looked around, "The exclusion from other clans has left us struggling to survive in the jungle. ”

His words caused the trolls present to nod.

"I got the news that a distant relative of the forest trolls in our north once joined forces with the orcs, and even attacked Quel'Thalas, where the elves were located, and it made me realize a problem." The elderly troll cleared his throat, "Rise comes at a cost, and it takes allies. ”

Buzan's words got the trolls talking.

Accustomed to being enemies of the world, trolls have a hard time accepting the concept of allies. But the trolls here are all the smarter members of the clan (except for Levi Khan), and Buzan's words make perfect sense, which makes them have to agree.

"Don't forget the purpose of our migration!" His deep voice came from under Senkin's mask, "Some of the guys in Gulabash are trying to resurrect Haka without knowing it—the story of that Soul Eater is not an ethereal legend, but a real history of blood and tears. ”

"Now that we have decided to look for a new home in the sea, we must leave as soon as possible, before the slogan of the revival of the Gulabash Empire is shouted. As soon as the Gulabash tribe shouts the slogan, we will not be able to leave, and if the time comes, they will attack us first. ”

All jungle trolls come from the ancient empire of trolls, the Gulabash Empire. After the Gulabash Empire fell apart due to the Haka's beliefs, many jungle troll clans were created, and the Darkspear clan was a moderate among them, and their friendliness to the outside world and other creatures made them seem out of place among the trolls.

Not long ago, Senkin, the leader of the Darkspear, had been warned by the Troll Ancestor that the Soul Eater was on the move. Because the Dark Spear Clan was unwilling to wade into this troubled water, and the living environment itself was not good, under the persuasion of Senjin, the Troll Elder agreed to relocate.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I cleaned up, I met Zuifeng and his party.

"Let's listen to the guidance of our ancestors." Senjin threw a handful of voodoo powder into the campfire.

The flames turned green, and several tall trolls loomed in the beating flames.

In the corner away from the convention center, two very young trolls watched it all curiously, two of the Darkspear Clan's most promising little guys, Woking and Zarazane.

With the appearance of the Ancestors, both Woking and Zalazane couldn't help but frown.

- The soul is restless!