Original Vampire

The noon sun drowsily shines on the Troll King City.

This huge city made of solid ice exudes charming rays of light.

All kinds of ice buildings in the King City are in that simple and crude style, which is completely a portrayal of the character of the troll family.

Based on human aesthetics, this city is so ugly that there is nothing commendable at all.

But to be honest, the trolls obviously didn't use too much care when building this city.

In fact, more than ten years ago, the settlement of the troll family had not been so deep into the ice field.

At that time, they lived next to humans in the north.

At that time, the Troll King City was only more than 800 kilometers away from the northern border.

Such a distance, according to Black Cavalry's marching speed, will only take ten days.

So, after Marquis Garcia rises in the North, he will walk under the Troll King City almost every time.

Every time I come, the dignitaries of the troll clan are frightened and uneasy.

Although it is known that Marquis Garcia impossible consumes his most precious Black Cavalry in a siege, the humiliation of being attacked repeatedly under the king's city makes the trolls unacceptable.

After being beaten by Black Cavalry for the Nth time, Emperor Troll finally made up his mind to move the capital ten years ago!

With the northward movement of the Troll King City, Troll’s military forces also gradually moved north. Of course, the troll tribe in the southern part of the Icefields is impossible to continue to stay in place, waiting for the Black Cavalry that may come over at any time, so , Also moved northward one after another.

As a result, those troll settlements in the southern part of the Vault of Icefields were abandoned one after another, which also resulted in an unmanned buffer zone of thousands of kilometers between the Troll Empire and the north.

Now, Black Cavalry's fronts can no longer easily threaten the royal city of troll, and the troll empire has also obtained a rare respite.

Because the relocation of the capital was too hurried, and the capital was forcibly moved under the pressure of the enemy's front, therefore, the construction of this new Troll King City was obviously very sloppy.

Moreover, the trolls believe that Black Cavalry impossible will be rampant forever. One day, the great troll warriors will relocate the capital to the south, or even directly occupy Winter City, and designate it as a new troll. Royal capital.

So the current Troll King City is just a temporary capital, so don't bother too much.

As for when this wish will come true, no troll knows.

But now, the trolls have to face a cruel fact-the 300,000 army of Prince Gambik has been wiped out!

As if a cold current hit, the entire troll city was completely frozen.

The faces of all trolls are filled with terror and panic, for fear that one day they wake up, the black lion banner that has brought them countless nightmares will appear under the king's city.

In the royal city, the most condensed atmosphere is naturally the troll Imperial Palace.

This Imperial Palace was not built in the center of the city, but in the western suburbs.

The construction of the Imperial Palace did not use hard ice, but was built with huge rocks. It stands on the hillside, overlooking the entire Wangcheng.

After several rigorous inspections, a gorgeously decorated carriage drove slowly into the Imperial Palace.

The closed door slowly opened, and then closed again, making a dull noise behind the carriage, as if to seal it forever.

In a marble-paved courtyard, the carriage stopped, and a middle age person wearing a large black robe walked out.

Yes, the author is correct, he is a middle-aged "person".

instead of troll.

Such a human being appears in the troll Imperial Palace, of course, it is particularly abrupt.

Especially at this moment of tension.

However, the guards in the Imperial Palace all appear as it should be by rights.

"Mister Mage, your Royal Highness is waiting for you in the lobby."

The Mister Mage moved towards the guard nodded, and then walked towards the lobby by himself.

Entering the lobby, a young troll was writing something at his desk inside. After hearing the sound of footsteps, he put down the quill in his hand and stood up to greet:

"Mister Mage, please Sit! The previous wave of goblin merchants brought the spirit tea from Brightmoon Forest. Would you like to try it?"

"Many thanks Ganben." Mister Mage smiled and took the teacup, taking a sip , Slightly nodded to show admiration.

For these elf spirit teas, if it were in the past, the two would definitely have a good comment, but today, they are not in this mood.

"Your Majesty has decided that I will inherit the throne of the Prince of the South, and the crowning ceremony will be held in three days."

This young troll named Ganben is just now The son of the deceased Southern Prince Gambik Volkin.

However, he is actually the second son of Gambik, with a big brother on him.

In theory, Gambik's throne should be inherited by Ganben's big brother.

However, although the Prince of the South is the No. 2 figure in the troll empire, the current situation is a hot potato. Ganben's big brother does not have the guts at all, and he consciously has no such ability to inherit.

So, the throne fell to Ganben.

"Then I would like to congratulate Your Highness!" Mister Mage didn't have many surprises in his expression. It seemed that he had already expected such an ending.

Ganben was slightly nodded, and there was not much excitement on his face. He just handed a roll of parchment to Mister Mage: "The latest news from the front line, Black Cavalry did not continue northward, but returned Northland."

Mister Mage took the parchment and glanced hurriedly: "The current king of troll is a hard bone. The human beings who eat in the Northland will not be right. Interested here."

This is really fine.

The people of the North were too lazy to occupy the large southern part of the firmament ice field abandoned by the trolls, and even more impossible to cross the thousand miles of ice to capture the current capital of troll.

A bitter smile appeared on Ganben's face.

I was relaxed, but I also felt a deep humiliation.

The vast and fertile land in the north originally belonged to the troll family. If possible, how could they be willing to hide in this bitter cold place now struggling on whilst at death's door?

But soon, he put away this useless blame the gods and accuse others, opened a square box placed on the desk, and raised a bloody head from it.

“Marquis Garcia also sent the head of father, hehe, it’s so sweet!”

Ganben raised his father’s head in front of him, staring at the deadly eyes, Asked: "You said, what should I do now?"

Of course, the dead can't answer questions.

Mister Mage knows that this question is for him.

"His Royal Highness, what you should do most now is to go to Winter City and crawl at the feet of the Duke of the North, begging for his forgiveness."

"bang!"

The head was thrown by Ganben at the feet of Mister Mage.

Coincidentally, those eyes fixed on Mister Mage.

"Mister Mage, look into the eyes of my Royal Father, and say what I just said again!"