A famous bard once sang--the unobtainable is always in turmoil, and the favored is always confident.
Mr. One Tooth, a former member of Ravenholdt Manor who has passed Level 6 in Common Language, is convinced.
Taking refuge in humans and relying on the corpses of his own race, the former Mr. One-Tooth and now the Prime Minister Broken-Tooth couldn't contain the inner turmoil like a volcano about to erupt.
The bet was right!
The alliance won and was not defeated, so he was the hero of the trolls. It was he who found a way to a bright future for Zumashal.
The Bad Moss Troll, which had surrendered willingly due to external pressure, finally no longer dared to speak out its anger against itself because it was afraid of human blades.
All of this gave Broken Tooth another sigh of relief and satisfaction.
Where is the dream?
Born in the Hinterlands' Maltooth clan, I did not embark on the path of anti-trolls in my childhood because of my father's selfless care. Just because I was born without a fang, no matter how hard I try, the clan leader and the adults of the clan will never give me the slightest encouragement. No matter how I try to cater to him, the friends around me will always use fists and stones. Block greets himself.
It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s the world that’s wrong!
So when Du Ya hated his tribe more and more, the Bad Tooth clan became less and less able to tolerate this deformed child with missing root teeth. Even in his teenage years, Du Ya was already a formidable hunter.
Chance favors the prepared/troll.
Returning from another hunting trip, the prey was mercilessly plundered. He resisted and was beaten all over his body. His father knelt down on the ground, crawling on top of him, begging for forgiveness from others.
I am not wrong! Why did the father ask for mercy.
It's not me who's wrong! Why should my father suffer for me?
I am still too weak. Even if Duya is confident that he can strangle to death any scumbag who kicked his father in a one-on-one fight, he is so powerless in the face of collective power.
"It doesn't matter. Dad, I am such a good fisher. I will get some good stuff to send to the captain of the guard tomorrow. It will be fine. Don't worry."
Listening to his father's words, Duya, who pretended to be strong, finally couldn't help crying.
What's going on with this world!
Is it really my fault?
The young troll, who began to doubt his life status, watched his father repairing the fishing net in his hut, and his younger brothers and sisters who were always hungry. He felt an indescribable sense of alienation, anger mixed with sadness, suppressed in his heart, helpless. breathe.
That night, Du Ya left Bad Tooth Village with all his injuries, left his clan, and began a wandering life.
The deadwood trolls are not good things either, they actually want to eat us.
Zinsaro is not a livable place, and the high priests are beasts in troll skins.
These dwarves would throw stones at me just to say hello. They are so powerful!
That year, young Duya didn't even know what a musket was.
Going further and further, Duya relied on his outstanding hunter talent to travel across the entire Hinterlands to Arathi.
Leaving the lush virgin forest for the first time, the highland scenery of Arathi gave him a great shock.
Is this the legendary new world? !
Then, in a fateful encounter, Du Ya witnessed a fight belonging to the dark side of human beings while taking a nap by the fire in a sheltered valley.
Ravenholdt, get paid to do things. High Steward Farad personally led the team, and the blades walking in the shadows sent death greetings to their prey.
A massacre without any suspense, the Assassin's Alliance won a great victory and passed the level without any injuries.
So Farad naturally does not allow perfection to be tainted.
Bystanders must die.
For the first time, Duya felt the whisper of death in his ear.
For the first time, the young troll understood what a terrible race humans were.
The feeling of being unable to touch the hem of your opponent's clothes even though you try your best, the feeling of your heart being teased by your opponent's hand gently and hardly, the feeling of picking your nose while hitting you with all your teeth...
When Farad's sharp blade touched his throat, Du Ya did not give up resistance, even though the poison seeped into his blood along the cut skin and began to take away his body temperature and energy.
"Nice eyes, come hang out with me."
It was not until four years later that Duya, who had completed the primary training at Ravenholdt Manor, understood the meaning of Farad's words.
The city of Zumashal itself is a huge sacrificial ground. Standing at the highest point of the city, Prime Minister Broken Tooth was very rude and distracted during the sacrificial process.
Maybe it's because this conspiracy is so childish.
Zul'jin, the hero of Zul'Aman, was defeated, and Zul'Ma'har's loyalists died for their god during Kalos' siege.
Since he didn't die the first time, his cruel words now are just lies to deceive himself.
For the glory and freedom of Zumashal?
Could it be that the glory of Zumashal is the sallow complexion of his people?
Could it be that the freedom of the evil moss troll is to choose between death from starvation or death from disease!
Broken Tooth couldn't help laughing.
"Your Majesty Prime Minister, why didn't Her Majesty the Queen attend this ceremony?"
At the beginning, the restless guy started to get angry.
What else can the high priest whose faith has collapsed do now besides drink? Are there too many festivals that she has been absent from? Now that you are starting to care about your queen, what have you been doing?
Oh, earlier, Goota Jin has not returned yet, earlier, the human garrison has not been completely withdrawn, earlier, you guys have not had enough to eat and are still hungry.
Now that Gou Tajin is back, you feel that you have a backer and you can attack me.
Trolls, an inferior race.
A broken tooth really brings with it a feeling of sadness and indisputable anger.
During his years as a thief in human society, he had read human records about the ancient troll empire. He knew as much as the priests about the rise and fall of the Troll Empire.
In Badtooth Village, my compatriots ostracized me because I was missing a tooth. In Zumashal, you ostracized me because I was not from the Badmoss clan.
Can't you see how the Amani Empire came to an end?
Don’t you understand that unity is strength?
You can all give up your past hatred and prejudice in order to defeat me. Can't you join me in fighting for the future of trolls?
Stupid.
shallow.
Hate to the extreme is as light as water, hurt to the point of no pain.
Broken Tooth stood above the group, silently watching the performance below.
Are you stupid? You think that my guards who have been transferred will be foolproof?
Do you think that with the support of that stupid woman, you will have nothing to worry about?
How stupid!
Gou Tajin, whom you regard as your backer, is my ally!
After witnessing the prosperity of the human world and witnessing the power of the Alliance, how could it be possible to go back to the past for the sake of your ignorant tradition!
In the crowd, Gou Tajin asked Broken Tooth countless times with his eyes, but received no answer. In the end, he could only lower his head and watch the hoarse performance of the former troll nobles.
Change always requires bloodshed.
Forget it, the fate of some trolls had already been sealed when he told Broken Ya the first time about the plot, so why bother showing off now.
So, under the bad taste of broken teeth, the opponents experienced an emotional roller coaster.
"Tastin Goos, kill the rebels."
The trolls who have experienced the baptism of the orc war are completely different from their compatriots in the mountains and forests in terms of techniques and tactics.
Unlike hunting, fighting on the battlefield is a matter of one sword and one shot. The Tustin Goll Troll mercenaries who returned home to visit relatives suddenly launched an attack, and it took less than a minute to end the situation that was doomed from the beginning. Failed coup.
"The great King Carlos is getting married soon, and Zumashal can't help but give his blessing. It's not convenient for me to leave, so you go."
"OK."
"The kind King Carlos has no prejudice against us, but humans do, so we must be patient where we should be patient. Don't show off our bravery. We should appear stupid and honest. It is best to make human children bully the troll warriors. Can you understand the plot?"
"understand."
"Also when giving gifts, you must pay attention to the method and don't try to please everyone. Our backer is only King Carlos."
"Huh? Well~~ I did something wrong, I understand."
At the bloody sacrificial site, Gou Tajin, who once had a higher status than Duanya, defended Duanya's authority with an attitude of absolute surrender, without any displeasure.
After Broken Tooth left the scene, the Tastin Goos naturally surrounded him.
"Gou Tajin, these are our tribesmen."
Gou Tajin said lightly without even looking at the broken limbs and arms on the ground.
"No more. Broken Tooth is our tribe. These are just the remnants of history."
"But……"
"Think about King Carlos's promise, look at what your family eats, and look at the clothes of those scum. Zumashal's current life is us, us. Us! We worked hard for it with our lives."
After listening to Gou Tajin's words, the Tastin Goos subconsciously looked at the "leaders" who were torn apart.
Luxurious sacrificial robes, exquisite decorations, and spices that are very expensive even in human society.
"Broken Tooth is right. The alliance won, and it was a beautiful victory. We stood on the side of the winner this time, and we will stand on the side of the winner in the future. Think about it, we should also give our Prime Minister a It has the name of [Jin].”
Gou Tajin said calmly.
"But the high priest...I mean the queen..."
"The queen has her own prime minister to care about her, so there is no need for us to worry. If we are busy thinking about things, we might as well think about the expansion of the mercenary group. King Carlos allowed us to expand the size to two thousand people. Don't let cancer get in. "
"As commanded."
Broken Tooth returned to his residence and changed out of his beautiful but impractical Chinese robe, revealing a lean and lean outfit.
After opening the dark panel and entering the tunnel, without much effort, Broken Tooth bypassed the guards and arrived at the palace of the Zumashal Troll Queen.
As if they couldn't see the broken tooth, the maids did what they were supposed to do, and then left the room in a showy manner.
"Oh, you're still alive. Looks like those idiots failed."
"You're just an idiot."
"It doesn't matter. I support whoever gives me a drink. If you didn't let me drink, I would have given you the list."
The Queen, whose faith collapsed, had no idea how bad her words were.
"What, am I no longer useful as a puppet queen? Should I have a good drink before killing me?"
Broken Tooth walked silently to the queen, sat down, gently touched her belly, and then pinched her chin fiercely.
"Give the baby a good chance, and then I won't care about you anymore. Even if you want to drink yourself to death, I won't care about you anymore."
