My Magic Has No Attack Power

In the forest below the mountains, the torches twinkled like stars, spreading out little by little.

Horrible monsters with blue faces and fangs lingered in the forest, shouting with unknown meaning from time to time, as if they were communicating.

This is a temporary camp, which is exactly what Bourne mentioned, the migration team of the Frost Troll tribe.

As everyone thought, the team of trolls basically followed the path that Dunier and others took up the mountain. Unlike Bourne's idea, their speed was much slower than expected.

It was already the third day after Xiang En and the others had dug the tunnel, and the migrating trolls dragged their families with them, and they had to drive the yaks on the high mountains to carry goods.

It took a lot of work for the wizards to adapt the yaks to the low-altitude climate.

Stop and go, the unexplored road is particularly difficult, even if the trolls have a strong physique, they will inevitably get tired.

Although the trolls were physically exhausted, their spirits were extraordinarily excited.

Although they were driven here by something from the other side of the mountain range, the fertile land and lush forests belonged to their trolls a long time ago. Now that they have returned to their homeland, it is difficult for the trolls to calm down.

Many of the trolls living in the depths of the mountains have never seen a forest once in their lifetime. Now they have come from the harsh mountains to the warm plains. Every tree and every weed is new to them!

The rough palm brushed the rough bark, a tall and strong troll with various bones as ornaments, his eyes were intoxicated, his hands repeatedly stroked the bark and rubbed the leaves, and his love was beyond words.

The emerald green here fascinates the trolls, and the fresh and smooth air makes you feel the joy from the soul every time you take a breath.

They are trolls, born to live in the jungle!

Not far behind this troll, six men and women clad only in animal skins were curled up in a wooden cage, their eyes were dim, and there were many wounds on their naked bodies that were blocked by medicinal mud.

If Bourne were here, he would recognize these people, and one of them was Dunier who led them on a road of no return.

Dunier, who was originally a little big and fat, now looks like a drug addict, with sunken cheeks, sunken eye sockets, all muscles and fat on his body have disappeared, and he has become a skinny and bony person.

Suffering nearly ten more days of torture, Dunier's body was several times more miserable than that of Bourne who escaped.

At this moment, the two trolls came to the side of the wooden cage, and one troll with the hair on his head in braids showed an ugly smile, chattered to the troll wearing a fur hat and holding a wooden stick with many strange patterns carved on it, and then pointed his finger at Dunier.

Seeing the troll outside the cage pointing at him, Dunier's eyes widened instantly, and with all his strength, he shrank back to the edge of the cage in horror.

When the other people in the cage saw that he was about to retreat into the corner, their eyes regained a little brilliance, and they immediately punched and kicked Dunier towards the door of the cage, without any regard for the previous feelings.

Just kidding!

Dunier led them into the shit pit with maggots, and wanted them to show a good face?

The wooden cage opened, and Dunier, who had rolled to the door, was caught by the braided female troll, who dragged him out of the cage, and then closed the door.

The troll wizard at the side was eloquent and murmured words. After a short brew, an inconspicuous bluish-gray streamer shot down the wooden stick and shot at the desperate-looking Dunier.

Then Dunier bokied and was dragged into the nearby grass by the female troll.

Originally, this kind of thing could be done in a remote place, but after being escaped by a human a few days ago, the female trolls could only complete one breeding activity in the presence of other trolls.

The female troll who finished the entertainment put the unconscious Dunier back into the cage, and left contentedly.

She passed through a herd of sleeping yaks and came to a fur tent.

In front of the tent was a fire, and around the fire sat five exceptionally bony and feathered trolls, 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 the frost troll tribe, and the one who was touching the bark just now.

The troll's language is difficult to understand, and their laughter is rough and hoarse.

I'm going to work hard for the growth and reproduction of the tribe, hehe. Alulu, who was named by name, didn't care too much, and sat cross-legged on the vacant seat directly opposite the leader.

The troll leader didn't care much about Aluru's offense, because this was his sister.

Although the family relationship among trolls is as ridiculous as shit-flavored chocolate, being connected by blood can still give Aluru some privileges on some unimportant things.

Besides, she wasn't too late...

After everyone was assembled, the troll leader looked at the high priest with a feather hat on his head and holding a stone statue.

Among the tribe, the most intelligent troll is the high priest. When facing the threat of monsters on the other side of the mountain, the high priest prayed to the ancestors for answers, and finally made this migration.

Just after the blood sacrifice ceremony just ended, the ancestor spirit sent new guidance!

The great ancestral spirit has sent the final message. It's dangerous...dangerous! The old troll high priest opened and closed his half-missing tusk up and down, spit out the information he received, his cloudy but shrewd eyes were full of nagging.

His teeth chattered down, and after repeating the troll language danger a dozen times, he calmed down and shook his head lightly.

This meant that he couldn't see clearly that the ancestral spirits didn't give them a more complete revelation.

The troll wizard with a white hat beside him shook his head slightly when the leader looked at him, Awuda doesn't know either.

When the wise men of the tribe cannot make up their minds, the leader must make up his mind.

At this moment, all the pressure was concentrated on the troll leader Darusa.

A dignified look appeared on Darusa's face. He only clenched and loosened his four-fingered fist. He looked at the rest of the people with sharp eyes. He exuded a strong aura and said firmly, The ancestor spirit has already warned us. 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 rest of the trolls also became serious.

The glory of the past no longer exists. There are trolls in ancient times and tribes with tens of thousands of warriors everywhere.

But the glory of the ancestors eventually disappeared in the reluctance of one generation after another of the trolls, and they were reduced to the remnant party lingering on the edge of the continent today.

The leaders of every troll tribe hope to restore the power of the trolls and elves in the ancient times.

Even if the world can't be divided into two parts...the elves, humans and trolls can divide the world into three parts, they are still acceptable!