At this moment, in the troll city, there was a thundering cry of killing, but it was very short-lived, but the intensity was extremely terrifying, and it was impossible to stop it even through the thick mountain.
And if you can look carefully, most of the shouts of killing actually appeared above the city wall.
But their wailing stopped abruptly in an instant. But in the city, there were quite a lot of ups and downs, and even fierce battles broke out. Continuous explosions continued to occur in different places inside the city, and it seemed that a battle had already occurred.
But Elizabeth can be sure that Feng Huo, her future father-in-law, definitely did not send anyone in to sabotage it.
Then there was only one possibility. She silently looked at the troll general in the distance. The troll general also looked over tacitly and smiled very calmly, but he didn't feel much happiness.
It seemed to see the thoughts and doubts of Elizabeth, a human being, and actually explained it very seriously.
"Those are members of the troll duke's family. Of course, they are all direct descendants of them. As for those who killed them, they are of course their descendants. Perhaps it is most appropriate to say they are illegitimate children!"
"I found them, helped them gain strength, and gave them a chance for revenge!" In this city, a large number of illegitimate children that the troll nobles cannot recognize are killing those troll nobles crazily.
The moment these illegitimate children were born, they were already doomed to tragedy. Since this was the case, then at this time, with the help of the Troll General, they gained the power to seek revenge as best they could.
However, it is naturally impossible to obtain such power without paying any price. Life is extremely important to any living thing, but when these troll illegitimate children gain such power, their vitality will naturally decrease.
It's a pity that they have been dazzled by hatred for a long time, and they don't care about this at all. As long as you can take revenge, how can you care about so many things?
? At this time, almost all the nobles in the Troll City have been killed, and the battle is still going on, but it will not take too long before it can be completed.
Just like the agreement the Troll General made with them, the Troll General would give them power and naturally want to gain their loyalty.
And if their loyalty is not fulfilled, the troll generals will of course have their own methods to make these troll warriors surrender or die.
Now it ordered these guys to lead the trolls to attack the troll city directly from the inside and kill directly towards the territory of the troll nobles.
Of course, this is also to do their own thing according to their wishes and kill the father or mother of their nobles.
They are all children who cannot see the light. Now that they are really walking under the sun, they naturally want to release their anger wantonly.
Those troll nobles may have never thought that their illegitimate children would come to seek revenge on them. In fact, the way they deal with their illegitimate children is not much different from the previous troll duke.
Most of them have been almost demoted to slaves, serving themselves and their first wives' children as servants, just blocking guns.
There are really only a handful of people who can truly be taken seriously, or treated equally. Almost all the troll nobles in the city have been killed.
And these troll illegitimate children will also inherit the titles of these troll nobles. This is the promise given to them by the troll general. However, if those troll illegitimate children dare to betray, they will only die very cruelly.
Gradually, the sounds of fighting in the city were coming to an end and were about to end. The troll general looked at the trolls and humans here again and said lightly.
"From now on, this city will be mine, and I, Abassa, will inherit the position of Duke." Its voice was loud and unusual, and it was naturally equipped with magic skills.
In order to survive back then, it naturally tried its best to pretend that it had no priestly talent.
Otherwise it will be difficult to survive. However, when it left this troll city and reached the northern territory of the troll kingdom, it was truly prosperous.
At that time, although it was forcefully trained to be a warrior, it met a noble person in its life.
That was an unimaginable troll, a powerful troll priest. At that time, the troll general Abasa almost died in an extremely dangerous battle, and blocked a fatal blow for the current troll duke.
But that was a very failed battle. The entire troll army was almost wiped out, and it was seriously injured and fell into a coma among the corpses.
It was almost chopped into pieces. Even with the troll's recovery ability, there was no chance of it surviving.
But fate always favors certain guys. It should have been waiting for scavengers to swallow it into its belly. However, in the darkness, at night without any sight, the smell of blood filled the air. the entire battlefield.
Just when the countless vultures and jackals were cheering and feasting on the countless corpses, and were about to arrive at the pile of corpses where it was, it could even clearly feel that its body was being manipulated by something. While the scavenging animals were turning and biting, there was a sudden silence.
Its consciousness was very vague at this time, and it didn't even have much feeling at all. It thought it was about to be torn apart and eaten by scavengers, but suddenly it was turned over in the silence.
Its blurry eyes made it almost impossible to see anything clearly. But he still saw the figure of a troll, and he turned it over hard from the pile of corpses and found it.
It didn't know who it was or what the other party wanted to do. The energy at this time was no longer enough for it to maintain its own spirit. Coupled with the heavy injuries, it soon lost consciousness completely.
By the time it woke up again, it was already half a month later. The injuries on its body had healed, but because it had exceeded the troll's recovery ability at that time, even the strong recovery ability inherited from its duke father and priest mother were of no avail.
Therefore, the scars all over the body are directly distributed all over the body, making it look like a piece of rag that has been stitched up with difficulty.
However, it is much more energetic now. It got up from the stone bed. Although the Troll General Abasa is still weak, he can move more or less freely.
Looking at the surrounding environment, it is obvious that this is a cave with a lot of stone furniture. It is very simple, just beds, chairs, tables, and nothing else.
You can feel the flow of magic here, and you can faintly realize that the cave you are in, which is only a few dozen square meters, is in a larger cave, but there is a magic isolation barrier here, blocking it. My own perception of mental power that has not been systematically trained.
As a forbearer for many years, it was extremely wary of this place at this time, and instinctively looked for weapons, but except for these stone furniture, there was nothing else at all.
And what's quite strange is that there is no door here at all. It searched everywhere and couldn't find any mechanism. It seems that the only way to find the exit here is to use magic.
It's a pity that it has magic talent, but over the years, it has been too cautious to collect any skills mastered by priests. Moreover, even if it wanted to learn, it would be impossible to truly master it if there were no priests to teach it.
At this moment, it is grabbing a stone chair as its own weapon, like a wild beast, hiding in the corner where it is least likely to be found, waiting for the owner here to appear, and then give the opponent a fatal blow.
Years of caution have made it impossible for it to trust anyone, but it also needs to consider the strength of both parties. If the other party is too strong, then it can only choose to surrender.
After all, at any time, only surviving is the best choice, and it is the only choice.
Patience is a quality that it has cultivated by forcing itself all year round. Only by waiting can the right opportunity appear.
Time is passing. In this closed cave with no day or night and no natural light, it is impossible to detect time.
It could only calculate silently in its own mind, guessing how long it had passed since it woke up. That's it, three days, five days, seven days, and half a month have passed. It was not considered thin at first. After half a month, its already weak body has become thinner. Got extremely thin.
Without any food supplement, it even wanted to eat itself to replenish its poor physical strength, but finally gave up.
After all, if you damage your body, you will only need more energy to recover from the wound, not to mention that your already weak body cannot withstand such damage.
In an inherently unknown environment, one can only save oneself as much as possible. A month has passed, and it has lost weight visibly to the naked eye. During this time, it has almost become skinny and bones.
Because during this period of time, it is impossible for it not to move. If it does not move for a long time, it will only make its body more rigid, which will actually cause trouble when it really needs to fight.
On the thirty-first day, it was closing its eyes to rest, and suddenly opened its eyes. It had been alert like a beast all year round, making it feel like it was being spied on.
But by the time it really noticed it, it was already too late. A hand was already around its neck, and it was violently pulled out of the corner where it was hiding, and was thrown to the ground like a dead pig.
He was thrown to the ground so hard that it felt like all the bones in his body were broken. The pain caused the ease and comfort that he had developed over a month to completely disintegrate in an instant.
The disheveled creature happened to be facing up. In the blur, it saw the figure, which seemed to be the troll priest who had saved it before.
Completely shrouded in black robes, it was impossible to see the other party's face clearly, but it was certain that it was very tall, taller than any troll Abasa had ever seen.
A full ten meters tall, perhaps only comparable to the legendary troll. The troll priest slowly walked up to it, grabbed its head, and lifted it up easily without using much force.
The voice was illusory and ethereal, as if it was right in front of you, but also far away, and you couldn't even distinguish between male and female.
"From now on, you study with me and become a priest. If you fail, you will die!" This voice is as cold as the ice abyss coming from the abyss. Endless demons are constantly blowing a chilling wind towards you, directly freezing your soul. .
From this day on, Abasa accepted the training of this troll priest whose name he still does not know even now.
It was truly like going to hell to be tortured. In a whole year, it could almost be said that it had learned the magic of the priest and mastered the knowledge that the priest should have.
