The Original Vampire

The midday sun languidly shone on Troll King City.

This gigantic city built of solid ice exudes a charming light.

All kinds of hard ice buildings in the royal city are of that simple and rude style, which is completely a portrayal of the character of the troll family.

In human aesthetics, the city is simply too ugly to have anything to praise.

But to be honest, when the city was built, the trolls obviously didn't pay too much attention.

In fact, more than ten years ago, the settlement of the troll family had not penetrated so deeply into the 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 about ten days.

Therefore, when Marquis Garcia rose in the north, he would stroll around the city of the Troll King almost every once in a while.

Every time they come, they will make the powerful and powerful members of the troll family tremble with fear and anxiety.

Although he knew that Marquis Garcia would not be able to consume his most precious black cavalry in the siege battle, the trolls could not accept the shame of being repeatedly attacked under the king's city.

After being beaten by the black cavalry under the king's city for the Nth time, the troll emperor finally made up his mind ten years ago - move the capital!

And with the northward movement of the Troll King City, the military power of the trolls has gradually moved northward. Of course, the troll tribes in the southern part of the Cangqiong Icefield cannot continue to stay in place, waiting for the black cavalry that may come at any time. Therefore, also They moved north.

As a result, the original troll settlements in the southern part of the ice field were abandoned one after another, which also led to the emergence of thousands of kilometers of unmanned buffer zones between the troll empire and the north.

This time, the soldiers of the Black Cavalry could no longer easily threaten the Troll King City, and the Troll Empire also gained a rare chance to breathe.

Because the relocation of the capital was too hasty this time, and it was forcibly relocated under the coercion of the enemy's soldiers, the new troll king's city was obviously poorly constructed.

Moreover, the trolls believe that the Black Cavalry cannot be rampant forever. One day, the great troll warriors will relocate the capital to the south, or even directly occupy Winter City, making it the new capital of trolls. .

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

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

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

As if a cold snap hit, the entire Troll King City was completely frozen.

The faces of all the trolls were full of fear and panic, for fear that when they woke up one day, the black lion flag that brought them countless nightmares would appear under the royal city again.

In the royal city, the place with the most condensed atmosphere is naturally the Troll Palace.

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

The construction of the palace was not made of solid ice, but made of huge rocks. It stands on the hillside, overlooking the entire Wangcheng.

After several rigorous inspections, a richly decorated carriage slowly drove into the palace.

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

In a marble-paved courtyard, the carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in a wide black robe stepped out.

Yes, the author wrote it right, a middle-aged "person".

rather than trolls.

Such a human being appears in the troll palace, of course, it is very abrupt.

Especially in this tense time.

However, the guards in the palace seemed to take it for granted.

"Mr. Ho, Your Highness is waiting for you in the hall.

"

The gentleman nodded towards the guard, and then walked towards the hall alone.

Entering the hall, a young troll was writing something at a desk. After hearing the footsteps, he put down the quill in his hand, got up and greeted:

"Mr. Ho, please take a seat! The previous wave of goblin merchants brought the spirit tea from Huiyue Forest. Would you like to try it?"

"Thank you, Your Highness Okamoto." Mr. Mo took the teacup with a smile, took a sip, and nodded slightly in admiration.

If this kind of elf spirit tea was in the past, the two of them must have a good evaluation, but today, they are not in this mood.

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

The young troll named Okamoto is the son of the recently killed Southern Prince Gambik Volkin.

However, he is actually the second son of Gumbeek, and there is an older brother on it.

It stands to reason that the throne of Gumbek should be inherited by Okamoto's brother.

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

Therefore, the throne fell to Okamoto's head.

"Then I want to congratulate Your Highness!" There was not much surprise in Mr. Ho's expression, as if he had expected such an outcome.

Okamoto nodded slightly, but there was not much excitement on his face. He just handed a roll of parchment to Mr. Ho: "The latest news from the front line, the Black Cavalry did not continue to go north, but returned to the north."

Mr. Ho took the parchment and glanced at it hastily: "The current troll king is a tough bone to chew. Humans who eat oily mouths in the north will not be interested in this place."

There's really nothing wrong with that.

The people from the north are too lazy to occupy the large territory in the southern part of the Cangqiang Icefield that was abandoned by the trolls, and it is even more impossible to cross the Qianli Bingyuan to capture the current troll capital.

A bitter smile appeared on Okamoto's face.

Even though he was relieved, he also felt a deep humiliation.

The vast and fertile land in the north originally belonged to the troll family. If it was 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 his father's head, hehe, it's so sweet!"

Okamoto raised his father's head in front of him, looked at those dead eyes, and asked, "Tell me, what should I do now?"

Of course dead people don't answer questions.

Mr. Ho knew that this question was for him.

"Your Highness, the most important thing you should do now is to go to Winter City, crawl at the feet of the Duke of the North, and beg his forgiveness."

"Bang!"

The head was thrown by Okamoto at the feet of Mr.

Coincidentally, those dead eyes just stared at Mr.

"Mr. Ho, look into my father's eyes and repeat what you just said!"