Chapter 530 Nine Headed Trolls

In the depths of the woods, a large group of "withered monsters" endowed with life by the "Gantias Roots" pulled out the lower limbs made of twisted roots from the soil, and slowly turned to face the man in black, making a gesture of waiting for orders .

The man in black nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand to signal the wither monster to disperse, and turned to the orc chief.

"Culkin, have you discovered anything new?"

"The scouts just found traces of camping on the river beach. Judging from the footprints left at the scene, four people have stayed here, including a giant and an ogre." Culkin replied solemnly.

"Giant and ogre..." "Snake Hand" Shaman showed a thoughtful expression on his pale face, and said slowly: "Two days ago in Port Prince, someone saw a frost giant and a suspected cannibal in a tavern. The fat man of the monster wrestled with them, and there was a poet and a young mage with them. Soon after, the four quietly left Port Prince, bought two horses at a nearby hotel, and headed north along the Mead River. travel."

"If I'm not mistaken, the group of people who camped on the river beach last night should be the party of the frost giant Clark Heinir and the ogre lord Shrek, which is the target of our tracking."

"I fully trust your judgment, my lord Sharman, but there are two problems I can't figure out." Culkin frowned.

"Tell me, what troubles the orc king of the Hanging Forest."

"First of all, the scout team I sent last night captured two horses on the river beach. Now that I think about it, they should be the transportation mounts purchased by Shrek and others in Port Prince. The problem is that the four of them didn't spend the night in the camp, otherwise Shrek's With a fiery temper, he would never sit back and watch his horse be taken away, so where did they go?"

"Second question, Shrek and Casio sneaked into Port Prince for a secret meeting with the frost giant Clark and his mage companions. Afterwards, the four of them traveled north as a team. I don't believe that they came together just for an outing. I'm curious as to why they came Walk with purpose."

"Culkin, both questions you raise are worth pondering, but frankly, I don't know the answer to either question."

Sharman the Blight looked serious.

"We were ordered to track down the Frost Giant and his mage companions this time. The purpose is to quell the hidden dangers left by the turmoil in House Town and regain the stolen 'Gantias Roots'. As for Shrek and Cassio, it was completely unexpected. factors...Fortunately, we were well prepared and took Scala with us, so we could just send it to deal with Shrek."

"Wait! Lord Sharman, I have a request!" Culkin suddenly became excited, "Please hand over Shrek and Casio to me to deal with, I have an old dispute with these two bastards to settle!"

Shaman glanced at him in surprise, hesitated for a while and then nodded lightly: "I don't object to you taking revenge with your own hands, but you'd better bring more capable men, you know, Shrek and Casio are not easy to deal with."

"Of course I know!" The orc chief gritted his teeth, his eyes seemed to burst out with flames of hatred.

"In this case, the frost giant Clark Heinir will be handed over to Scala. These two big guys are just about evenly matched." Sharman stroked his chin and said.

"Lord Sharman, please forgive me for talking too much and say something to spoil your fun!" Culkin said with a gloomy face, "Indeed, Scala is very powerful, and taking it with you can help you solve some troubles, but please Don't forget, Scala is a lunatic with an abnormal brain! This crazy guy is an extremely dangerous and unstable factor in itself, and the troubles he creates may be more serious than the troubles we need to solve!"

"You can rest assured about this! With me here, Scala dare not mess around—"

Before Shaman finished speaking, there was a sudden scream from the forest behind him, followed by noise and cursing from the orcs.

Culkin's face changed suddenly, and he stomped his feet anxiously: "I knew this would happen! Scala must have gone crazy again!"

Shaman's face was not very good-looking, and he turned and walked towards the place where the noise came from.

Not far away, a group of orc warriors were surrounding a huge monster with weapons in their hands. They all looked nervous and made a siege gesture, but no one really dared to take the lead in challenging the crazy monster.

Surrounded by orc warriors, the humanoid monster looked like a dark green jungle troll at first glance, but this monster was much larger than ordinary trolls, 20 feet high from head to toe, weighing no less than 5,000 pounds, stout The legs are like stumps.

What's even more frightening is that this monster has nine heads, five of which are crowded around the neck, and a head grows on the front and back of each shoulder. Each head has independent facial features. The mouth of the basin is full of fangs and sharp teeth.

This terrifying and weird appearance, just looking at it will make people have nightmares!

The head of this weird troll, located in front of the left shoulder, was biting the neck of an orc tightly in its mouth, with blood flowing from the corner of its mouth, and a greedy expression appeared on its face, as if it was enjoying a delicious meal.

The unlucky orc bitten by it was foaming at the mouth and his body was still twitching unconsciously. It seemed that he was not far from death.

Culkin followed Sharman back to the forest, and seeing the nine-headed troll devouring his subordinates, he was anxious and angry, and shouted loudly: "Stupid Scala! That's my own, let go!"

The mouth of the nine-headed troll biting the orc was still tightly closed, and it didn't mean to give up the prey in its mouth at all, and it still pretended to have nothing to do with it.

"What's the matter with Scala? It's not Scala stealing orcs!"

The other head next to the one with the orc in its mouth complained loudly, with a face full of grievances.

"Idiot! I'm Scala!"

The other head next to it rushed to the complaining head and let out a fierce roar.

"Scala is eating meat, I want to eat meat too, the meat is delicious!"

The fourth head twisted its neck, stared at the orc held in the mouth by the first head, and swallowed fiercely.

"Shut up all you idiots, I'm the real Scala!"

"Fart! What are you!"

"What is Scala, is it delicious?"

"Scala is just a name, what's the use of you fighting for this inedible thing?"

"Go to Scala!"

"Tear up Scala!"

"Eat Scala!"

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"Nine-Headed Troll" Scala's nine heads, although they all grow on the same body and can share each other's consciousness, have their own independent brains and senses, and have different personalities, so they often quarrel over various trivial matters endlessly.

Especially when the food is limited and the nine big mouths are eager to have a full meal, the dispute that broke out between the nine heads of Scala will become particularly intense.

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