Although they are both "kings of trolls" and like to brag, there are still many differences between Trundel and Yetu.

To bring a group of trolls together and let them listen to their own words, Yetu relies on fists and sticks; while Trundel relies on sticks and heads.

For humans, Yetu simply regarded it as a "storage grain", while Trundel, who had seen the power of the Frost Witch, was rarely cautious.

Although it’s small to look at the humans, it’s best not to get hit by their strange tricks!

Therefore, when Yetu has not returned yet, Trundell is no longer busy. The bag of meat that was originally used to calculate Yetu has now become the capital he has won over his subordinates. Although a bag of meat is only a few hundred kilograms, it is nothing to an ice troll group, but the second Tao can still kill three soldiers. In the absence of food, Trundell has a lot of room for operation!

In this way, when Yasuo was traveling west while vigilating against subsequent revenge of the ice trolls, Trundel took the opportunity to control Yetu's ice troll tribe, expanding his territory as the "Troll King" a lot!

Now, Trundel can hold up the "Bone Blade Stick" in his hand and proudly announce that he is the only troll king from Laxtack to the Winter Thorns Mountains!

"Well, territory expansion, I think I need a little new story."

However, the eagerness to blow out a bigger cowhide, Trundel, who has been exhausted recently - the cowhide that used the sky to scratch his head and wash his feet with the sea was too big, so after mastering the Yetu tribe, Trundel had a lot of ideas, but it was not strong enough.

The cowhide is not big enough to scare more ice trolls!

Trundell needs materials.

Tickling his head, the troll king remembered what the Frost Witch once said to him - "The Nothy tribe is the most storytelling tribe in Freljod."

Since they are so good at telling stories, they must be good at bragging, right?

Thinking of this, Trundall made a decision. He called all the ice trolls and then raised his own big ice stick high.

"Who knows where the Nuotai people are?"

However, facing Trundall's questions, one of the ice trolls was counted on, and their ugly faces were full of doubts.

After all...who cares about the human tribe of serious ice trolls?

Nuotai people...what is that thing?

Is it better than other tribes?

Seeing the doubts of the foolish groups of his men, Trundall thought about it and simply stood up on the "throne".

"It's the human tribe that has the most guar and smells the most smelly!"

This description is right - because the Notai people traveled in Freljord for generations and were good at raising Jucar, this tribe not only told stories, but also has the characteristic of smell.

Ice trolls may not be able to listen to stories, but at least their noses are very useful.

So an ice troll scout came forward and gave Trundel the answer he wanted.

"The smelly tribe comes here twice a year, once at the hottest time and once at the coldest time!"

The coldest one at a time, the hottest one at a time...

Trundel subconsciously smashed the ground with the big Bing stick in his hand - it was the coldest time, and the people of Notai are coming soon!

good!

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Sitting in his own caravan, this year is Nunu's ninth time traveling through the Freljod ice field from west to east.

The huge Jucar pulled the caravan and moved his solid steps along the endless ice field in the direction of the wind and snow. The huge wheels of the caravan rolled over the thick snow and made a creaking sound.

This sound is monotonous, repetitive, and always makes people drowsy.

However, in the eyes of the energetic Nunu, this is much more interesting than moving forward quietly - the creaking business can at least attract his attention and make him subconsciously forget the indescribable smell of Jucarl.

Although my mother told Nunu that the smell on Jucar did not come from feces, but from thick hair and unwashable sweat, Nunu believed that no one would like this smell, whether it came from sweat or feces.

A few days ago, my mother caught a cold. Although she had cooked a few bowls of ice field safflower roots as medicine when camping at night, and had been resting recently, her condition did not improve at all.

So Nunu had no choice but to take on the task of taking care of his own Yukal - fortunately, these Yukals were very obedient, and to Nunu, they were just a little smelly.

Carefully opened the door of his caravan a gap, and Nunu looked at the situation outside the car.

Snowflakes were still floating in the sky. The wind pouring into the car door made his skin slightly get goosebumps. Yukal was still following the team well, and there was no tendency to fall behind.

That's good.

After closing the caravan door, Nunu breathed a sigh of relief - I'm afraid that by night, after camping in the tribe, he should go to Madam Umuqi to ask for some more powerful herbs.

On the other side of the caravan, my mother was still sleeping heavily. In her sleep, she frowned and her breathing was not evenly.

Seeing this scene, Nunu returned, found a small wooden stick, picked up the twist of the whale oil lamp, and made the caravan a little brighter, then held the pig belly bag containing water in his arms, and when it was not so cold, he poured a bowl out.

"Mom, it's time to drink some water!"

After serving the confused mother, she finished drinking water, Nunu watched her lying down again, then tucked the corners of her mother's quilt and pressed the flames of the whale oil lamp with a small wooden stick.

The caravan became darker again, and my mother's breathing gradually stabilized.

After doing all this, Nunu sighed as if she was a little adult. Well... Is this the trouble of growing up?

No one tells stories, no one listens to stories, so boring!

Bored Nunu subconsciously touched the instrument around his waist.

I really want to play the suona - but the nanny said that my mother needs rest and can't disturb her.

Grinning, Nunu simply put on her little leather boots and put on her little leather hat. While her mother was asleep, she would go out to sit on the shaft for a while.

There is no more water. If you wait until you set up camp at night and then collect snow, it will be too late for my mother to take medicine at night.

Then, when Nunu took a tiled basin specially used to collect snow and melt snow, and planned to scoo up a few clean basins of snow on the shaft, there was a sudden noise outside.

Just as Nunu was curious about what was going on, Uncle Pioneer's business came in front of him.

"Be careful - there is a large group of ice trolls ahead!"
Chapter completed!