Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 174 The troll's throne is empty, and the unquenchable hatred will last forever!

You are really handsome when you are killing all directions, but the posture of being beaten is also really embarrassing.

In the dragon's lair on Black Rock Mountain.

Italek was lying comfortably on the pile of gemstones in a lying posture of Ge You, and he was still smoking a huge pipe in his mouth.

Every piece of ore in the dragon's nest was dug out by the earth spirits who were still working diligently for him on the earth elemental plane. Over the years, they had already accumulated an astonishing amount!

And this moment.

Seeing Butler in the mirror being beaten up by the enraged Serafur, and even having to bear the bombardment from the sky of other floating cities from time to time, Itarek couldn't help but let out a series of gloating laughter.

Give you a chance and you won't hit!

But also, after showing such amazing strength, all elves naturally regard Butler as the number one enemy.

Even Balmond was startled, and several rounds of dissociation spells were shot out as if free of money. With the blessing of the light well, the threat was even higher than that of Seraph!
Touching his chin with some headaches, Itarek spit out a smoke ring, which slowly drifted into the dragon's nest.

Butler certainly cannot die.

Even if he chose a path that seemed like death for his compatriots, the amazing courage he showed was enough to make Itarek admire him greatly, and the value of his collection naturally increased.

"Well, the death penalty can be avoided and the living penalty cannot be escaped. As the price of defeat, then I will punish you to leave the field."

Mind a move.

The cryptic news immediately extended the mysterious connection in the blood, causing Butler and Serafur, who were chasing and fleeing on the battlefield, to pause.

"You lowly troll, you dare to destroy the pinnacle of arcane art! Today is your death day!"

Balmond didn't notice the subtle change in the atmosphere at all, holding up his staff, the dark purple energy beam blasted out like lightning.

Each cracking technique will cause huge damage to the flesh and blood.

Not only that, but the disintegration technique also has a very significant effect on destroying weapons, and it is one of the most destructive spells among the legendary spells!

Swah——

The sharp blade strikes.

The mysterious elf on the battlefield resolutely turned against Balmond when he was most caught off guard.

The sharp slash of the Holy Silver Sword smashed the permanent defensive shield on Balmond's body like cutting tofu, and the momentum remained undiminished. The deadly attack made Balmond only have time to block in front of him with his staff, and the next moment he Slashed out by the powerful power of the magic swordsman!
"Go away, don't let me see you again."

He glanced at Butler coldly.

Thunder Shaman showed a wry smile, not daring to delay, and took advantage of this opportunity to rush into the jungle without looking back.

Relying on Butler's previous display of prowess, Chris and the rebels led by him have broken through the blockade, which also made Butler let go of a big stone in his heart.

However, according to the will given by the Lord of the Black Dragon, this time he has already lost to Serafur.

In the next 5000 years, Butler must go to a legendary place called Dragon Heart Island for further studies, and he must not interfere with anything related to elves!
This is a form of house arrest.

But there is no doubt that during this period is also an excellent opportunity to improve strength.

It can be seen that Italek did not intend to give up Butler, and even praised him.

"You are also an elf, why do you want to stop me from killing him?!"

But Balmond didn't know this.

In his eyes, it was the sudden mutiny of the mysterious strong men who were originally from the same camp, which directly led to the successful escape of the troll priest who was a huge threat!

The magic power is surging, and the beard and hair are flying.

Balmond was obviously furious to the extreme, and the afterglow of the magic power brought to him by the light well was glowing with a layer of golden light. At this moment, his pupils seemed to be burning with golden flames.

"This is about me and him, not about you."

Serafur glanced at him indifferently, and said something more for the sake of being an elf.

However, such an arrogant attitude made Balmond even more furious, and even said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, it's the same to take you down without him. I want to see, what era are you an old monster left over from!"

"...I am not old!"

Serafur's eyes gradually took on an unkind look, and the atmosphere became tense again.

somewhere far away.

Butler didn't expect at all that because of his intervention, he accidentally led to internal strife between Serafur and the elves.

Chris, who was covered in injuries, was sitting on an exposed tree root. The intense fatigue made him feel dizzy, but he still insisted on sitting here, waiting for the top troll to break out of the encirclement!
As time passed, Chris became more and more depressed.

But maybe God really heard his prayers.

A sturdy figure stumbled out of the woods, the skin was still filled with electric lights, and the massive blood loss made the world in front of Butler's eyes dark!
Chris hurried forward to catch Butler's fallen body. On the way, he didn't forget to look at the face of Butler, and found that he couldn't match any strong man in his memory.

"Thank you very much for your help, strange troll warrior, we will never forget your kindness to us!"

"It doesn't have to be like this, it's what I should do."

Butler smiled.

"Since there are still people who are willing to resist, then I can't just watch everyone die in front of me."

The crowd of trolls showed a moving look, which is easier said than done, and how many people are willing to support them who are unwilling to compromise?

"However, I can only tell you with regret that the next road may only be taken by you."

"Huh? What despicable means did those elves use against you, causing you to suffer irreparable damage?!"

"That's not the case, it's just that I need to pay some necessary price for this shot."

Looking at the undisguised worry on Chris's face, Butler finally urged seriously.

"Keep your strength and don't go head-to-head with the elves. With our current strength, we have no chance of winning.

But because of this war, under the will of the great dragon, we trolls already have our own totem patron saint!
The illusory faith is no longer pale, but will become a magnificent force to protect the troll civilization from generation to generation!

And one day in the future, someone will cross the ocean with the hope of rebuilding the Golden Dynasty and set foot on this ancient land again.

Until then, is the moment when you really play your part! "

"But my lord, we are so weak, how can we help that person?"

Chris said with some decadence, his expression was full of blankness.

Tens of thousands of years later.

By that time, I'm afraid I'm already dead, and for the warriors who can rebuild the Golden Dynasty, even if I'm still alive, I'm just a dispensable ant.

"Don't underestimate yourself, your firm will will be the most unbreakable weapon in his hands, and the only task is to pass it on!"

Butler's voice is firm and powerful, injecting infinite power into Chris's heart.

"For some reason, I can't stay here to protect you from the wind and rain, but I believe that under your leadership, these arrogant and stupid elves will finally understand:
This is the land of trolls, without our permission, then no one can even try to dictate to it! "

Under the guidance of Butler.

Chris quickly understood that he would not confront the elves head-on, but changed his goal to a course of action based on harassment and sneak attacks.

While speaking, Butler's injuries healed quickly, and he struggled to stand up after a while, smiling and waving goodbye to the reluctant crowd.

"Goodbye, it's time for me to pay my debts."

"Can't we really stay? With your help, our resistance here will definitely be smoother."

"Believe in yourself, even I used to grow from weak to strong."

Watching Butler's figure disappear.

Chris turned around, and the silent and expectant gazes made him take a deep breath, feeling the heavy responsibility on his shoulders very clearly!
"We can't stop resisting the elves, even if there is no Golden Dynasty, we must form the last troll tribe!
And only so.

Only after a long time can we provide help to the son of the prophecy who is destined to come, so that our descendants will be bathed in the immortal glory of the Golden Dynasty forever! "

At that time, no one thought of the elves who were immersed in successfully destroying the Golden Dynasty.

In this inconspicuous, sultry and narrow corner of the jungle, the most powerful and vicious troll tribe in history, which will cause headaches for countless elves in the future, has taken a firm step to be born in the world!
They thought there was no Golden Dynasty.

The so-called troll civilization was no longer a threat, and began to pursue the radiance of arcane magic more superstitiously and fanatically.

But the footprints of the "Unyielding One" began to loom in this jungle, like a lingering ghost, dragging every elf who accidentally stepped here into eternal death!
This tribe has no name.

They abandoned all the hatred of the previous tribe, and only used race to distinguish friend from foe.

All trolls, good or bad, are brothers who can be entrusted with life and death, and any elves, no matter how young, are sworn enemies who must be brutally executed!
In the name of Chris's legendary power, he is also the first leader of all the unyielding ones, and in the days to come, he has become an extremely vicious enemy that has made countless elves gnash their teeth!

Of course, the unyielding ones can't deal with such a terrible weapon as the floating city.

However, with their firm will and the support of trolls from the far shore, they gradually developed and grew stronger under the harsh blows of the elves, like humble but vigorous weeds, which can be destroyed, but never extinct!

Even at a later date.

When the mighty arcane empire fell apart, the elves have never defeated the real master in this wild jungle!

The Unyielding took this opportunity to further expand, turning this vast jungle into a forbidden area for elves!
They declared their sovereignty in countless bloody and cruel ways, hanging the throne for tens of thousands of years, loyally waiting for the prophesied son promised by the great dragon, eager to rebuild the gold that has haunted countless trolls. dynasty--! !

And on the other side.

The spirit displayed by the Unyielding puts the trolls on the ship to shame.

After spending several years, the 'Dark Sin Refugees' quietly thrived on the third sparsely populated continent.

They think that compared with the group of trolls who stayed and resisted back then, they are born with the crime of cowardice.

Tribes were established one by one, but they were no longer keen on infighting, but worshiped many totems earnestly but not piously according to Tolisso's instructions.

They will offer faith.

However, no matter how intimidating and tempting the totems of their own beliefs are, the criminal refugees will not intervene in the civil war between the totems.

Whoever wins, they believe in.

Instead, the dark crime refugees focused all their energy on developing civilization, eager to return to their homeland one day, and return the pain they once felt to those elves!

So much so that in the future, when several key routes for humans to trade elves must pass through the sea area of ​​​​the criminal refugees.

Instead of stopping them, they applauded without exception, and even offered to provide the whereabouts of the elves for those ambitious slave owners, or bought the elves for blood sacrifices!
With the precipitation of time, the hatred has gradually merged into the bones and blood of the troll civilization.

They become more savage.

But a huge number of troll legends have also sprung up like mushrooms, and even if their lifespan is approaching, they will take the initiative to seal them with an existence called 'amber glue'.

Just wait until the time is right for the Son of Prophecy to come.

Then, the last ray of his life erupted, killing all the elves who were regarded as inevitable enemies, and let them experience the feeling of fleeing in embarrassment!
Countless gleaming sharp blades were forged by troll blacksmiths day and night, each of which contained an inextricable blood feud between the two clans!
Except Loa.

These troll blacksmiths still fanatically believe in Molten Iron King, but there are also some radicals among them, eager to let themselves carry out the bloody revenge against the elves with their own hands.

For this purpose, a large number of troll blacksmiths chose to join the abyss one after another.

They endured severe pain, and even turned their proud race into demons, becoming the first batch of demon blacksmiths!

This also allows them to retain their amazing forging skills while also gaining a lot of fighting ability. Not only that, but the outstanding value of the demon blacksmith itself has also become the target of the abyss lords!
As a condition for their allegiance to these abyss lords, the demon blacksmiths without exception turned revenge on the elves into a rigid requirement that the lords must complete.

Anyway, what is wanted is the soul, who is not killed?
All the abyss lords readily agreed, which also made the elves' situation more and more difficult in the years to come.

In every battle with demons, you can almost see cruel scenes of demon blacksmiths holding heavy hammers and smashing the heads of elves with wild laughter!
Countless life-and-death incidents have caused the hatred between trolls and elves to hit new heights.

And the war between the two races has never stopped, leaving traces of immortality on every continent, making other races enjoy watching with popcorn!
This has also formed an accepted truth in the hearts of all races, and even gradually evolved into one of the top ten unsolved mysteries with a cruel background:

Trolls are originally the origin of the elves, but why did the two races accumulate such a huge hatred?

The fiery volcano interior.

A certain black dragon that was sleeping soundly turned over, and then continued to immerse itself in a beautiful dreamland.

Don't know, don't ask me, I don't know!
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