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The noon sun shines lazily on the Troll King City.
This huge city made of solid ice exudes a charming light.
All kinds of ice buildings in the royal city are in that simple and crude style, which is completely a portrayal of the character of the troll race.
Based on human aesthetics, this city is too ugly, and there is absolutely nothing commendable in this city.
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 race did not have been in such a deep ice field.
At that time, they lived next to the 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 the marching speed of the Black Cavalry, would only take ten days.
Therefore, after the Marquis of Garcia rose in the North, he would walk under the Troll King City almost every time.
Every time he came, the dignitaries of the troll clan would be frightened and uneasy.
Although they knew that Marquis Garcia could not consume his most precious Black Cavalry in a siege, the humiliation of being repeatedly attacked under the royal city was unacceptable to the trolls.
After being beaten by the Black Cavalry under the Troll King City for the Nth time, the troll emperor finally made up his mind ten years ago - move the capital!
With the northward movement of the Troll King City, the military power of the trolls also gradually moved north. Of course, the troll tribes in the southern part of the icefield cannot remain in place, waiting for the Black Cavalry who may come over at any time and they also moved north one after another.
As a result, those troll settlements in the southern part of the Northern Icefield were abandoned one after another, which also resulted in an unmanned buffer zone of thousands of kilometers between the Troll Empire and the northern border.
At this time, the Black Cavalry could no longer easily threaten the Troll King City, and the Troll Empire also received a rare breathing opportunity.
Because the relocation of the capital was too hasty, and the capital was forced to be moved under the pressure of the enemy's attack, therefore, the construction of this new Troll King City was obviously very sloppy.
Moreover, the trolls believe that the Black Cavalry cannot go on 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 the new capital of the Troll Empire.
Therefore, 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 one knows.
But now, the trolls have to face a cruel fact - the 300,000 armies of Prince Gambik have been overthrown!
As if a cold current hit, the entire Troll King City was completely frozen.
The faces of all the trolls were filled with terror and panic, for fear that one day they would wake up, the black lion flag that had brought them countless nightmares would appear under the royal city.
In the royal city, the most crowded place is naturally the Troll Palace.
This palace is not built in the center of the city but in the western suburbs.
The construction of the imperial palace is made of huge rocks instead of hard ice. It stands on the mountainside, overlooking the entire capital.
After several rigorous inspections, a richly decorated carriage drove slowly into the palace.
The closed door slowly opened, and then closed again, making a dull noise behind the carriage.
In a marble-paved courtyard, the carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in a large black robe came out.
Yes, the author didn't make a mistake, he was a middle-aged "human".
Not a troll.
Such a human being appeared in the Troll Palace, of course, it seemed particularly abrupt.
Especially at this moment of tension.
However, the guards in the palace seemed to take it for granted.
"Mr. Hood, Your Royal Highness is waiting for you in the hall."
This Mr. Hood nodded to the guard and then walked to the hall by himself.
Entering the hall, a young troll was writing something at his desk. After hearing the sound of footsteps, he put down the quill in his hand and stood up to greet:
"Mr. Hood, please sit down! The previous wave of goblin merchants brought the spirit tea of Radiant Moon Forest. Would you like to taste it?"
"Thank you, Your Highness Okamoto." Mr. Hood smiled and took the teacup, took a sip, and nodded slightly in admiration.
If it were in the past, these spirit teas would definitely have a good taste, but today, they both don't feel that way.
"Your Majesty has decided that I will inherit the throne of the Prince of the South, and the king-appointment ceremony will be held three days later."
This young troll named Okamoto was the son of the southern prince Gambik Volkin who had just died in battle.
However, he is actually Gambik's second son, with an older brother on him.
Logically speaking, Gambik's throne should be inherited by Okamoto's brother.
However, although the Prince of the South is the No. 2 figure in the Troll Empire, but in the current situation, this position is a hot potato. Okamoto's elder brother has no such guts, and he also consciously abandoned his right.
Therefore, the throne fell to Okamoto.
"Then I would like to congratulate Your Highness!" There were no surprises in Mr. Hood's expression, it seemed that he had expected such an ending a long time ago.
Okamoto nodded slightly, with little excitement on his face, he just handed a roll of parchment to Mr. Hood: "The latest information from the front line, the Black Cavalry did not continue to go north, but retreated to the south."
Mr. Hood took the parchment and glanced hurriedly: "The Troll Empire nowadays is a hard bone to gnaw. The human beings who eat with oily mouths in the north will not be interested in this place."
There is really nothing wrong with this statement.
The people in the North didn't even bother to occupy the large territory in the southern part of the Northern Icefield that was abandoned by the trolls, and it was even more impossible to cross a thousand miles of ice to capture the current capital of the Troll Empire.
A bitter smile appeared on Okamoto's face.
He breathed a sigh of relief but felt a deep humiliation.
The vast and fertile land in the north originally belonged to the troll clan, if possible, how could they be willing to hide in this bitter cold place to survive.
But soon, he put away this useless complaint, opened a square box placed on the table, and raised a bloody head from it.
"Marquis Garcia also sent my father's head, ho ho, so sweet!"
Okamoto raised his father's head in front of him, looked straight into those eyes that were not staring, and asked, "You said, what should I do now?"
Of course, the dead can't answer questions.
Mr. Hood knows that this question is for him.
"His Royal Highness, what you should do the most right now is to go to Winter City and crawl at the feet of the Duke of the North, begging for his forgiveness."
"Boom!"
The head was thrown at the feet of Mr. Hood by Okamoto.
Coincidentally, those eyes that were not staring at him just stared at Mr. Hood.
"Mr. Hood, look into the eyes of my father, and say what you just said again!"
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