You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 6 The Troll Lair
early morning.

The believers of the God of Rituals who rested overnight in the northern cemetery set off for the further north Daxueshan group.

Humans have never penetrated into the Northlands.

Starting north from the evergreen plain where the "Kingdom of Spruit" is located, the footprints of human settlers stopped at the Nalchik River south of the cemeteries.

The northern cemeteries were originally the graves of the pioneers who were frozen to death by the severe cold.

Later, the residents of "Talek", a riverside town on the border of the kingdom, put their cemeteries here.

Further north of the cemetery group is a restricted area for humans.

Perhaps the top group of strong people among human beings can rely on their physical fitness to avoid the influence of the harsh environment.

But why would such a strong person go to the barren Daxue Mountain?

The trolls active in the snow-capped mountains are a great danger to the hunters and adventurers of "Tariek", but for the real strong human beings, they are not worth the scab disease.

If you have time to hide and seek with the trolls, you might as well spend your time conquering the southern Yogo continent for the gods.

Therefore, everything to the north of the cemetery group is a symbol of the unknown to most human beings.

For Yige, the scenery he saw was indeed unheard of.

The endless snow-capped mountains are magnificent.

The top of the mountain stands tall and stands on the ground like a giant.

They have different shapes, some are like sharp towers, some are like thumbs up, and there are strange shapes carved by the wind.

The sun's rays shine on the snow-capped mountains, turning the thick snow covered on the surface of the snow-capped mountains into a dazzling white velvet blanket.

Pure and holy.

In the beginning, the wonders of the snow-capped mountains made Ige stop from time to time.

But soon he got used to it.

I also understand why the trolls don't care about the surrounding scenery at all, they just take the time to move in a specific direction.

Looking at the vast white land for a long time makes people feel that it is the same and lifeless.

The mountains in the distance didn't get closer to them because of their progress.

Going to the back, Yige even completely reversed his original idea.

The light and holiness of the snow field have nothing to do with it.

It was more like a vicious evil, stabbing his eyes fast enough.

If the tears that fell unconsciously were not wiped off in time, they would condense quickly and stick to his eyelids.

The only food - wolf meat, has long since become hard and hard to swallow.

Go farther north and the temperature drops further.

Even though he was wrapped in another large rotten leather jacket given by Guabrak, Yige still couldn't bear it.

The biting cold was like a pervasive blade, burrowing into his clothes and gouging out his skin, his flesh, and his bones.

The magic resistance attribute increased his resistance to severe cold, but his physique held him back.

His current overall physical fitness is far from enough to ensure that he ignores the harsh climate.

If unfortunately there is another gust of wind, it will be even more tormenting.

The whole team had to stop and lie on the ground, waiting for the wind to pass.

This not only means that Igg needs to be ruthless to sink his limbs, which are already a little stiff from the cold, into the snow, but also means that this painful journey will be extended again.

Although Yige didn't understand why he had to be so cautious about the wind.

But now he has clearly understood that the trolls are the residents of the snow mountain.

Instead of asking questions and taking a cold breath, it is better to keep your mouth shut and follow suit.

The silent procession went on like this.

Day to night to day.

Until Yige felt that his vision was a little blurred, and his body almost didn't belong to him.

Staggering about to fall.

He was pulled violently by a huge force in front of him.

It's Guabraque.

"We have arrived."

The deafening voice of the troll leader was like heaven to Yig.

Under the warm light of the fire, Yige slowly regained his spirit.

The eyes are no longer so tired that they wish to close them forever.

He found himself in a deep cave in the lee of the wind.

The entire cave is clearly divided into several parts.

He is now in a hall-like area not far from the entrance of the cave with all the trolls in the cave.

A torch is hung at intervals on the surrounding walls.

Numerous torches illuminated the entire hall.

The lines of twisted muscles on the bodies of the surrounding trolls in twos and threes are clearly visible.

The firelight also reflected the animal bones arranged in a certain pattern on the wall.

I don't know why, staring at these snow-white bones, Yige faintly felt a kind of beauty.

It's as if the arrangement of bones constitutes an abstract picture scroll that hides a deep beauty.

Shaking his head, the feeling just now dissipated quickly.

When the little trolls saw the human move, they didn't avoid it intentionally or unintentionally like the adults.

Instead, they surrounded him curiously, talking about something.

"You are*##?"

"You look so good&+@!"

Yig knew that the parts of their words he couldn't understand were fragments of the lost troll language.

As most of the fallen believers fled the surface, the languages ​​of those who were left behind quickly lost their inheritance.

Original degenerate races such as trolls and shapeshifters have long established ethnic inheritance by capturing captives, and have learned and used the common language of mankind.

This is not only the subconscious abandonment of the original identity of the abandoned, but also the realistic needs of ethnic group life.

In case the weak human beings beg for mercy and say that they know where there are treasures, they can completely extract value.

In case of encountering a strong human being that the entire ethnic group can't resist, at least they must first know how to surrender and beg for mercy to gain a chance of survival.

The degenerate abandoned people on the surface like them will do anything to survive.

Only young trolls communicate in Trollspeak words handed down from old nursery rhymes.

Yige looked at the little trolls with blue skin and slightly fangs around him, and smiled helplessly:

"I am Ig Nacio, apostle of the great god of rituals."

"It's also your future guide."

The little trolls nodded half-understood, and chattered again around Yige,
Their speaking speed was too fast, mixed with some troll language, which made it hard for him to hear clearly.

But Yige didn't want to be perfunctory, after all, soon these would be God's people.

He could only rack his brains, half-questioning and half-guessing, chatting with the little trolls.

"Assemble, Big Stick Clan!"

Guabrak's shout rescued the embarrassed Yige.

The entire clan, regardless of men, women, or children, gathered in the very center of the hall.

They sat cross-legged on the ground in an orderly manner, surrounding Guabrak, the highest-status leader.

Guabraque didn't deliberately pause for too long, and said bluntly: "Just the night before yesterday, a miracle that we will always remember happened."

"Our Big Stick clan has received a response from the supreme god of etiquette!"

Cheers erupted without warning.

Although the trolls who stayed in the cave were informed about this not long ago, when the leader made the official announcement, everyone couldn't help shouting.

Dozens of troll tribes, large and small, were originally scattered in the Daxue Mountains.

Now there is only one of their "Big Stick Clan" left.

This is completely unimaginable for trolls with extremely strong fertility.

But in the barren snow-capped mountains, everything happened naturally.

Even the "Big Stick Clan" relied on the wisdom of the leaders of the past to become the last survivor.

But is this really luck?
If the lack of food is a barely surmountable misery.

The absence of the god is a fatal problem that cannot be solved at all.

Without God, there is no future.

This is an absolute fact that all living beings in the entire continent and even the entire Gaia know.

Fortunately, the fate of the clan has been rewritten!

(End of this chapter)