Trundel's name continues.

The poor Notai people didn't understand the meaning of this unlucky troll. They were called to tell stories one by one, and then beaten one by one by one by one by one.

During this period, some people tried to resist, but unfortunately, in front of a large group of trolls, the Notai people had no room for resistance - they were never warriors, and even if the guards in the clan were forced to deal with the dire wolf, let alone the extremely cruel ice troll.

During this period, no one or the troll noticed that a small figure was separating Sona and climbing the cliff on the right side of the valley with difficulty.

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Nunu swallowed hard and pressed his small body tightly on the cliff - on the one hand, this could reduce the area he was blown by the wind, and on the other hand, it could take a little rest and recover a little energy.

It is not easy to climb up from the valley. Although Nunu is very light in weight, climbing a cliff that is almost seventy degrees without suspension is still extremely dangerous.

If you are not careful, you may slip off and roll off the cliff. At that time, you will inevitably have a broken tendon and a broken bone.

When he first climbed, Nunu still carried his own crinkle leather gloves, but as the height grew higher and the cliff became smoother, the gloves gradually became a burden for his climbing.

So, while he was resting on the cliff, Nunu took off his gloves little by little with his teeth.

When he reached out his hand and touched the cold rocks, the cold that seemed to pierce into his bone marrow made him almost unable to help but tremble.

Nunu is not an ice native, he has not received training in the Ice Bloodline.

Although he is the stronger among the children of the Nuotai people, no matter how strong he is, he is just a child!

Now this child is climbing rocks with his bare hands in the wind and snow!

Nunu held his body and tried hard to prevent himself from trembling. He recited the names of the heroes of Freljord that his mother had told him, and told himself that these people were watching him in the sky. The names passed down from generation to generation in the Freljord's population gave him infinite power at this moment. Although the wind and snow were still violent and the rocks were still cold, Nunu's speed became faster.

However, this cliff is too high.

Nunu told him almost every hero story, but still failed to reach the top of the cliff.

So Nunu, who gritted her teeth, began to hum the song.

There are songs that Yasuo taught him before, songs that his mother sang for him, and songs that he hummed randomly by himself.

Nunu told herself that I can be a hero, too.

"Even if I am a native of Nuotai, I can't fight, I can only play suona and tell stories."

"Even if I'm clumsy every time I set up camp, I need help."

"Even when I see those ice trolls, I can't even show my weapons."

"Nunu can also become a great hero, just like the one in the story!"

"Mom said that Breath of Enivia is the test of winter!"

"The love that guards the tribe is the brightest bonfire in the test!"

"Come on, take one step, take another step!"

"Nunu, you can definitely do it!"

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When the little Nunu finally climbed up the cliff, he had no idea what he was humming. At this time, he finally turned around and looked into the valley.

At the front of the Notai people's convoy, the blood dripping on the ground made him speed up again.

There is not enough snow here!

We also have to go to higher mountains and snow more places!

Now, I can't stop yet!

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In the valley, Trundel's patience is gradually exhausted.

These stupid Nothing people didn't seem to understand the meaning of the great troll king at all. They would only choose the stories of those disgusting trolls, chanting them over and over again, and then be knocked down by a stick and thrown to Trundel's men.

Although the idiots under Trump currently regard this as a special "eating ceremony", the actual situation is that Trump is getting more and more anxious, and even looking at Jucar in the convoy want to swing a stick...

Or, just kill them.

People who can tell stories seem to be unable to tell the stories that the trolls want - at this point, Trundall really thought it right.

The stories of trolls have always been based on bragging, and the more exaggerated the better.

But tribes like the Nuotai tribe that celebrate ancient epics in the era tell stories either have a true story or a prophecy of the past - in short, they are all based on facts.

Therefore, although everyone is telling stories, there are worlds of difference in nature.

Although these Nuotai people are not as strong as the historian who recorded the "Cui Zhu killed his king", it would be a pure dream to ask them to provide materials for the bragging of the ice trolls!

One Notai after another fell in front of the ice troll.

Trundel finally lost his patience.

After hitting a Notai man again, he did not continue to ask for a leader to come out, but turned around and looked at the ice troll behind him.

Many ice trolls were still drooling - obviously, they were still hungry and they were not full.

Since the people of Notai cannot tell the stories of trolls well, let them fill the trolls' stomachs!

Thinking of this, Trundel finally raised the Bing Stick in his hand.

"Now - the time for trolls is here!"

The excited ice troll shouted randomly, and picked up all kinds of weapons and began to rush towards the Notai convoy.

Although all the caravans of the Notai people have been leaning horizontally on the road and simply formed a formation to guard against wild beasts, it is a pity that the ice troll is not a wild beast.

They are the most terrifying ice field hunters!

And the hungry ice troll... is far more dangerous than the ice trolls at other times!

Trundel, who was not hungry, did not rush up immediately - the Troll King who did not get the story seemed a little excited. He bared his teeth, then glanced at Poluo on the rocks on the roadside, and simply waved the bone-breaking rod, and directly hit the home run.

What, you said the troll king should take the lead in charge?

Don't joke - the troll king should sit and enjoy the fruits!

Then, just as Trundall was waiting for the ice troll to break through the caravan's defense and bring back the spoils, a melodious sound of music came to his ears.

Trundel had never heard of this desolate and vast sound. On the ice field of Freljord, he had heard the drums of the warden, the irons of the furnace, and the roar of the beast, but he had never heard such a sound that was obviously extremely shrill but bold.
Chapter completed!