klisemfg Chapter 611 Dustin Dog
Chapter 611 Dustin Dog
"Dustin Dog? What does that mean...?"
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Lorraine stood on the hillside, with the entire troll village in view. The village was small and the buildings were simple... There were ponds and fields nearby, but no walls or fences.
Especially from the direction Lorraine came from, the entire village was completely undefended.
The entire viewing platform seemed to have originally faced outwards from the gorge entrance, where several forks in the road branched off, their paths winding and indistinct, obscuring their destinations. In the distance, one could vaguely see a stone path carved into the mountainside...
Lorraine's unexpected arrival caused a stir throughout the village.
The war drums sounded, the bugles blared...
The hundreds of troll residents of the village were immediately alarmed... They had never imagined that outsiders would come here... They chose to settle at the bottom of the cliff and at the mouth of the canyon to avoid all dangers, to live in seclusion here, singing and dancing.
Who would have thought that there would be invaders in such a place!
Is it possible for someone to jump from such a height and be unharmed?
The Shattered Spear Troll, believing itself to have escaped conflict and lived a life of peace...
Unexpectedly, someone had specifically sought out this place. The sentry spotted an army, an evil undead force, with black banners, their bodies ablaze with fire, and their skull-like forms terrifying and horrifying, surrounding the village.
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"Dustin the dog!"
"Chieftain, what should we do? The black knights are blocking the river's exit. They're wreathed in black flames, like demons. The hunters are ready. Should we attack and stop them from entering the village?"
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"Hide the children and women and take them to the temple. All men taller than the idol must take up arms! Ever since the village's location was exposed, bandits have descended from the sky many times, each time killing our elderly, women, and children and robbing us of our supplies! This time we will fight to the bitter end... May the Storm God protect us and fight with me!"
"Beware their evil magic, their fire-breathing pipes, bring poison arrows and wooden shields, show no mercy!"
"Grandmother and children...they were murdered by bandits while they were dancing in the sacrificial ceremony...revenge!"
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The troll village was on high alert, but Lorraine, unaware of the situation, simply swaggered around the village entrance, peering out.
The village trolls are fully armed and ready to charge...
The Shatterspear trolls in the village were originally a branch of the Shatterspear tribe living at the foot of Mount Hyjal. After the troll empire disintegrated, with its inhabitants fighting amongst themselves for territory, and the rise of the night elves leading to the Kaldorei elven empire, they endured hardship and faced dire living conditions even before the cataclysm arrived...
Our ancestors migrated several times, leaving Mount Hyjal...
This once sizable troll tribe has been reduced to the size of a single village, its strength now comparable to that of the Darkspear tribe within the same clan...
They originally thought that the valley on the edge of the Storm Altar was a secluded place, rarely visited by humans, and peaceful with the world.
Unfortunately, ever since the underground city prospered nearby, goblin conglomerates and venture capital firms operating black markets have recruited large numbers of outsiders—gold diggers and adventurers—who not only mine valuable copper and iron ore in the barren lands but also search for gold and gems...
They also searched everywhere for a kind of black liquid gold, using it to create highly efficient logging robots, mining robots...
I wonder how those goblins knew that the mysterious Storm Altar and Pyramid Secret Realm were hidden deep within the Rift Valley...
That mysterious altar, which also bore traces of troll civilization, was the last refuge of the Shatterspear tribe, their ancestral altar...
The boar-men and centaurs, and even other nearby races, knew something about the altar, and the goblins quickly established a black market at the rift pass outside the secret realm. They collected and sold everything...
Minerals, jewelry, furs, fabrics, animals, herbs, or ancient relics.
Magical relics, ancestral offerings, ancient stone tablets, elemental crystals, exotic beasts, and a neutral goblin auction house—they have everything, except for openly selling slaves of various races.
Dwarven expeditions, Bloodsail pirates, Cenarion Circle investigators, human explorers and tomb raiders, so-called historians, biologists, and archaeologists all harbor the intention of finding treasure and making a fortune, wanting to infiltrate the ancient ruins and get a share of the spoils.
The troll village had never seen guns or parachutes. When the trolls' airships and balloons discovered the village, the primitive trolls, who spent their days singing and dancing, lost in magical illusions, had their beautiful, carefree days come to an end.
The bandits discovered that these trolls resembled the trolls outside, but lacked fighting ability and were initially harmless, not attacking unless provoked...
Thus, some seemingly respectable human mages, adventurers, hunters, and bandits frequently wreaked havoc in troll villages, burning, killing, and looting, stealing their ivory pendants, furs, and teeth...
The troll village residents, having reached their limit, tried their best to resist, but unfortunately, the human explorers and mercenaries armed with muskets, along with powerful mages, almost completely overwhelmed them, leaving them no chance to fight back.
Time and again, they yearned for salvation from the guardians of the Storm Altar, but the King of Beasts, the Tiger God, could not hear the cries of his people...
However, a fat man who appeared in the mist did help the trolls, and the black and white Storm Guardian replaced the tiger god, snake god, and fish god worshipped by the trolls...
However, aside from offering their treasured fruit wine, the Storm God never appears, only adding mist to the area outside the village...
With their vision obscured, the Broken Spear Trolls were forced to build watchtowers and take up their spears again to fight off the intruders in order to protect themselves.
Lorraine's arrival actually terrified the trolls...
Previous invaders, though formidable, were always just a few individuals...
This time, a hideous and evil necromancer rode atop a bizarre undead knight, leading a vast, dark army of undead. The entire troll village's inhabitants mistook it for a counterattack by invaders...
They all felt a little regretful, having killed some arrogant individuals who had single-handedly taken on all of their foreign invaders.
This seemed like a catastrophe, and the trolls, led by their village chief, were preparing for a desperate battle...
The person in question was still pondering how to express "passing by" in trollish pronunciation. Although he understood this lesser-known language, he rarely used it... He was more familiar with orcish and undead languages, and even the common human languages he hadn't forgotten, than trollish...
Moreover, there are many troll tribes, and their languages also have different dialects...
Lorraine stood gazing out of the village entrance, pondering how to pass through the troll village without fighting.
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"Hey, um... who's in charge?"
Lorraine heard the village horns stop, but the drumbeats continued. Before him stood fully armed male warriors of the Broken Spear tribe, led by an old man who walked with a shaky gait.
The wooden planks they found for cover looked to be nothing more than simple tree branches.
The fully armed trolls were mostly just waving small wooden shields and brandishing stone spears and axes, putting on a show of force... The real weapons were the poisoned blowpipe archers hiding in the crowd, and the village's strongest and best-eyed hunter aiming his wooden bow from a high vantage point...
Lorraine remained silent, and his underlings naturally did not move. The three Death Lords scanned each other...
Godos disdainfully reported to his master: "Master, they are not warriors."
"Nonsense, they dance so well! Look at that one, her somersaults are top-notch! It's a waste that she's not in the Darkmoon Faire..."
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"How dare you stand in the way of the great Lord of Death! Are you courting death? Foolish troll villagers..."
Yegosh couldn't understand its master's intentions, but it knew perfectly well that its master wanted to leave to chase after Miss Lilith, and anyone who stood in its way would be doomed.
Previously a high-ranking shaman of the Fireblade Clan (later renamed the Burning Blade Clan), and also a liaison for the Twilight Shadows, he was a surviving high-ranking demon warlock of the Shadow Council...
Even though Yegosh's soul was mixed with many vengeful spirits and unknown auras, it still exuded the domineering aura of a shamanic leader from the inside out...
Little did they know, the Flame Knight Yegosh's warning was met with a terrified yet resolute battle cry from the Shattered Spear Troll Village Chief:
"The aura of demons, the god of death, the child of time, the prophesied destroyer of the world, the hellfire that should not exist... Children, darkness will devour us, the last offspring of the dark trolls, we still cannot escape our fate..."
"Dustin, Shadowfang! Shoot that monster riding on the undead's head..."
"court death..."