The troll that Geno noticed was very special and was different from other trolls. This difference was not highlighted in appearance, but in behavior.

Among hundreds of trolls with bare hands, it is the only one holding a weapon.

That weapon was a huge, magical stick cast with endless ice.

Zhenbing's cold energy spread throughout his body, transforming the troll's eyes into azure color. It watched Geno slowly approach, and a look of thought appeared in his eyes.

This is a thinking troll.

Geno walked to Trump's face. At this moment, Trundall's waist was frozen under the ice, but the part on the ice was still a little higher than Geno. It thought with a head that was several times the size of Geno's head, and his invisible eyes were cold and calmly looking at the human in front of him, who was not as thick as his arms.

"The Troll Chief... No, it's the Troll King Trundel. Do you think this can be discussed? Let your tribe members make us cows and horses."

After seeing this popsicle, Geno suddenly changed his words.

He thought that Trundel had killed the stupid old chief by then and replaced it. But his ambition was not satisfied with this. Trundel not only wanted to be the chief of a tribe, but he proclaimed himself king in order to regain other troll tribes and make this troll king worthy of it.

After a few seconds of strange stillness, Trundel suddenly launched an attack without warning.

The strong left arm of the troll king quickly fetched Geno, and Geno could hardly avoid it at this distance. Trundall thought to himself that it was time for this human who despised the troll to pay the price.

But Geno didn't think about avoiding it at all, but just raised his hand to defend himself. The sharp claws slapped Geno's arm with strong wind, and the latter remained unmoved. Unshakable feedback came from the palm, as if a slap on the door frame.

Trundel immediately became uneasy. If he had taken action, if he did not take the opponent as a hostage, the outcome would be very miserable. He turned to swing the popsicle and smashed it into Geno's face.

This ice popsicle called the Bone Blade was obtained by him through all his hardships from the Secret Kingdom of the Frost Witch. Trundel regards it as a symbol of his return to the king, and has high hopes and extremely strong confidence in it.

It was sure that the bone-breaking rod could break Geno's bones with one blow!

Bang!

The bone-breaking rod hit Geno hard, and a real blow came. After a slight obstacle, another unimpeded swaying feeling came from his hand. As he felt the thick body hair on his hand being pulled in the wind, Trundel was so excited that he was extremely excited.

This person was probably hit in two pieces by his stick!!!

But just as this thought appeared for a moment, reality shattered all of Trundel's fantasies.

And what he shattered with his fantasy was the proof of the king that he had high hopes for. Geno didn't know what he moved, but just raised his left hand and placed it on his forehead to block it. The hard popsicle made by Zhenbing shattered like a crumbly wine bottle.

The splashing fragments slapped on Trundel's face, and his powerful heart shattered and sunken like this rod.

This is impossible!

This is a powerful weapon given to it by the Frost Witch. How could it be so easy to smash any trolls against him with one blow...

Bang!

Another solid sound came out. Trundel, who was still doubting his life, was hit by a hook punch from Geno's revenge. His huge body, four or five meters high, popped out of the ice and fell heavily to the ground.

The handle of the bone-breaking rod in its hand flew out, and the only few remaining sharp teeth flew into the air.

The trolls burst into an uproar, unable to believe that the scene in front of them was true - the most powerful chief, Trundell, was actually knocked down by a small human being, and the stick it used to consolidate its position was also broken with one blow.

The world seemed to be upside down, and these trolls all fell into the cognitive black hole with broken views. No matter how they used their hairy feet to think, they couldn't figure out what was going on.

This heavy punch completely woke up Trundall. When Geno walked in front of him again, he watched the other party's leather boots covered with white frost and stepped on the ice surface with his face tightly pressed on. He finally realized the unique fear brought to him by the angry frost witch at that time, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Trondel, I am creating a chance to live for you. You'd better be obedient, otherwise you, and your tribe members, will be buried under the ice forever."

Faced with Geno's unswerving threat, it could only make a whimpering sound, because the punch had dislocated its chin just now.

When Geno reached out to lift its chin, it trembled with fear, for fear that Geno would tear off its chin if he caught it off guard.

"Are you afraid? Just be afraid. You must be afraid like Lisangzhuo, and then forget her and fight for me... because I will soon become your new master."

The terrifying tone was still narrating in a straightforward manner. For a moment, Trundel saw that Geno's eyes were red and unfocused, as if an ancient demon was staring at him. But what really made it feel creepy was not the demonic aura emitted by Geno, but the things he had even made a deal with Lisangrao, which made him feel that his greatest advantage was gone.

When strength is not as good as others and wisdom is completely crushed, Trundel really doesn't know what else to do to get himself out of this situation of being slaughtered.

If it had known this, it wouldn't have come here at the beginning. It thought it was just a simple raid mission, but it alarmed a demon with terrifying strength.

Unconsciously, Trundall felt his chin being lifted up, and then the man stretched out his other hand, and a warm, sticky and unique fishy smell kept flowing into his bleeding mouth.

Trundell, who had tasted humans many times, immediately tasted the taste of human blood. Even if it was mixed with the blood in his original mouth, he could clearly distinguish the unique taste of human blood.

The inexplicable "sweetness" made its fear even deeper. It couldn't help but think wildly about what the other party was doing? Do you really want to raise yourself as a beast?

Geno said nothing during the process, and it was not until he watched Trundall swallow the blood on his mouth that he used some strength to help it put back his dislocated chin.

"Now please answer some questions from me, did Lisandra send you here?" he asked, like a doctor asking the patient about the case.
Chapter completed!