It's Nunu.

While Trundel was listening to the story, he climbed to a hillside with thick snow. When he saw the trolls start to attack the caravan, he pulled out the suona that was tied to his waist.

Yasuo first said that I should be able to defeat the invaders like this!

The cold suona came to her mouth and Nunu took a deep breath.

The next moment, the tune of "Jiuzhou Tong" seemed to have traveled through time and space, resounding through Frelljord's mountains.

The desolate and vast sound seemed to tear apart the wind and snow in the sky at this moment, echoing among the mountains like rolling thunder. Nunu stood on a huge rock, plucked up enough strength to blow the suona given to him by Yasuo in his hand.

Frelljord rarely has avalanches - snow falls in middle-aged people in many places, and heavy snow will even squeeze into ice on the bottom layer, which is far from comparable to the floating snow on the snow line of Wuji Mountain.

Moreover, every winter, the breath of Enivia coming from the glacier will be like a pair of big hands, effectively compacting the snow.

In Frelljord, there is no floating snow here, only glaciers.

Glaciers may move, but they will not suddenly be caused by a huge sound like an avalanche.

Therefore, it is difficult for Nunu to follow suit.

but!

The suona in Nunu's hand helped him a lot.

As a special product in Yasuo, this suona naturally has an extremely amazing affinity for the wind. To put it in an exaggerated way, blowing this suona is to cause the mountain wind to whistle.

The usual sound cannot cause the snow in the Frellzorde mountains, but the sound made by this suona is not the usual sound!

This is the chanting of the Spirit of the Wind!

In this way, in the horror of Trundel, the mountain moved.

The huge glacier seemed to have abandoned the slow slippage for thousands of years, and its speed was visible to the naked eye. The ice layer squeezed from the bottom of the glacier rubbed against the stones on the hillside, making a roaring rumbling. However, even when the glacier roared, Nunu had never stopped playing.

The earth began to tremble.

The mountains trembled as if they were tickled and tickled their bodies.

When Fuxue arrived at the valley first, Nunu stopped playing - his body was covered by Fuxue, and he had no choice but to struggle to make himself show his head.

And in the valley, the ice trolls were also shocked.

They had no idea what was going on-the ice trolls who had never seen an avalanche looked at each other, and then started to scatter and flee.

The people of Notai, who were waiting for the battle, shouted quickly, and everyone drove Jucar and began to move towards the opposite hillside.

Although the snow on this hillside may collapse, at least avoid the first wave!

Realizing that the situation was not good, Trundel turned around and ran away the first time - what kind of decent thing is the king of trolls, only by living can one have decentness!

Anyway, this group of trolls were fooled by themselves with a bag of meat, and now the great Trundel can't control them anymore!

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In a daze, Nunu was almost completely buried by the floating snow that was flowing down.

The cold snow was everywhere, almost completely blocking his facial features.

Nunu, who was holding her breath, could only try her best to struggle upwards like swimming - but unfortunately, this struggle seemed to have side effects. The more he struggled, the deeper he was in the snow.

Nunu felt that he was about to get up, and at this moment, he felt that his chest was hurting, as if his chest was about to be crushed.

But... since the avalanche is coming, those trolls can no longer eat people, right?

What a pity, Nunu couldn't see them running away in scattered manner, and she was urinating...

I regret it so much. When I left the caravan, I should have had my mother with her own mouth...

Is this the sacrifice in the story?

I'm a tribal hero, right?

Heroes should have their own story, right?

If it becomes a story, can you continue to accompany your mother?

I hope my mother won't add the part that wet the bed when she was a child

But, it seems that everyone doesn't know that I was playing the song?

Oh, what a pity... I might say it first.

But if I said it in advance, no one would let me go, right?

No matter what, I'm so tired.

I haven't sweated so much in a long time.

The sweat was frozen and the back was itchy.

I really want to have a basin of hot water and take a good shower.

Hey, I just blew so well for the first time.

...

...

The cold snow made Nunu's body stiff, numb, and lose consciousness. The bone-accusing stinging pain caused by the cold gradually disappeared - buried in the thick floating snow, he seemed to have become a part of the ice and snow.

No pain, no cold.

Nunu, who had the last bit of consciousness, wanted to recall and think, but in the cold snow, his thinking seemed to have stopped.

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I don’t know how long it took, but the mountains finally stopped roaring and the valley returned to quiet again.

The ice trolls had long since scattered, and many of them ran slowly and were simply crushed by moving glaciers, and turned into a red and fishy layer on the ground, which was truly a trance.

Although the Notes who drove Jucar were also stunned by the glacier, the situation was much better - the lightweight structure and easy-to-move characteristics of the caravan made the glaciers more like pushing a cart when they rolled over.

Although a few unlucky guys are still buried by the collapsed glaciers, this is undoubtedly a better result than the Gu tribe moving into the stomach of the ice troll.

When the glacier stopped, the silent Notai people finally took action again. While searching for possible survivors, they silently paid tribute to the deceased who were completely buried under the glacier and those compatriots who died at the hands of trolls.

Everyone heard the sound of suona, and many people who had seen Yasuo before were looking forward to seeing Yasuo.

But there seemed to be no trace of people in the narrow valley.

Just when the people of Nuotai were very strange, the tribe members who counted the number finally found the name of Xiao Nunu on the list of missing persons.

Nunu's mother had not recovered from the cold and was still sleeping soundly in her caravan. She was lucky. Glacier just pushed her caravan forward for hundreds of meters.

However, Nunu, who had been taking care of her, lost his traces at some point - the suona that disappeared with Nunu, and the never-leaving suona.

At this time, many people in Nuotai finally remembered the sound of suona that triggered an avalanche.

Could it be...Nunu?

Realizing the key, all the people who had settled in Nuotai went out. They did not dare to shout loudly, so they could only search around to find the missing little guy.

Unfortunately, the result I found was nothing.
Chapter completed!