The midday sun shone lazily on the Troll King's City.

This huge city made of solid ice radiates a mesmerizing light.

The various ice buildings in the royal city are all in a simple and rough style, which completely reflects the character of the troll family.

In terms of human aesthetics, this city is too ugly, with absolutely nothing worthy of praise.

But to be honest, the trolls obviously didn't put much thought into building this city.

In fact, more than ten years ago, the troll clan's settlement had not penetrated so deeply into the sky and ice fields.

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

At that time, the Troll King City was only over 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, after Marquis Garcia rose in the north, he would take a stroll under the Troll King City almost every once in a while.

Every time they come, the powerful people of the troll clan will be frightened and panicked.

Although they knew that Marquis Garcia would not be able to waste his most precious black cavalry in siege battles, the trolls could not accept the humiliation of being repeatedly attacked under the royal city.

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

As the Troll King City moves north, the Trolls' military power also gradually moves north. Of course, the Troll tribe in the southern part of the Sky Icefield cannot continue to stay where they are, waiting for the Black Cavalry Army that may attack at any time. Therefore, They moved north one after another.

As a result, the original troll settlements in the southern part of the Sky Icefield were gradually abandoned, which also led to the emergence of thousands of kilometers of uninhabited buffer zones between the troll empire and the northern border.

Now, the Black Cavalry's troops could no longer easily threaten the Troll City, and the Troll Empire also got a rare chance to breathe.

Because the capital was moved too hastily this time, and the capital was forcibly moved under the pressure of enemy troops, the new Troll King City was obviously poorly constructed.

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Moreover, the trolls believe that the Black Cavalry cannot continue to be rampant forever. One day, the great troll warriors will move the capital south again, and even directly occupy Winter City and designate it as the new troll capital. .

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 Gambic's 300,000-strong army was completely wiped out!

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

The faces of all the trolls were full of fear and panic, fearing that one day they would wake up and the black lion flag that gave 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.

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

The palace was built not with ice, but with huge rocks. It stands on the hillside, overlooking the entire royal city.

A gorgeously decorated carriage slowly drove into the palace after passing several strict inspections.

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

In a marble-paved courtyard, the carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man wearing a large black robe came out.

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

Instead of trolls.

The appearance of such a human being in the Troll Palace certainly seemed particularly abrupt.

Especially in this tense time.

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

"Mr. Jin, His Highness is waiting for you in the lobby."

Mr. Jin nodded towards the guard, and then walked to the hall alone and with familiarity.

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

"Mr. Jin, please sit down! The previous wave of goblin merchants brought the spiritual tea from Huiyue Forest. Do you want to have a taste?"

"Thank you, Your Highness Okamoto." Mr. Jiang took the tea cup with a smile, took a sip, and nodded slightly to show his appreciation.

In the past, the two of them would have tasted this kind of Elf Spirit Tea, but today, they were not in such a mood.

"His Majesty has decided that I will succeed the throne of the Southern Prince, and the crowning ceremony will be held in three days."

This young troll named Okamoto is the son of the southern prince Gambik Volgin who just died in the battle.

However, he is actually Gambic's second son, and he has an older brother.

Logically speaking, Gambic's throne should be inherited by Okamoto's brother.

However, although the Prince of the South is the number two figure in the Troll Empire, he is a hot potato in the current situation. Okamoto's brother simply does not have the courage, nor does he feel that he has the ability to succeed him.

Therefore, the throne fell to Okamoto.

"Then I would like to congratulate Your Highness!" There was not much surprise in Mr. Jin's expression, as if he had already expected such an ending.

Okamoto nodded slightly without much excitement on his face. He just handed a roll of parchment to Mr. Jin: "The latest news from the front line is that the Black Cavalry did not continue to move north, but retreated to the north."

Mr. Jin took the parchment and glanced at it hastily: "The current Troll King is a hard nut to crack. Humans who eat so much in the north will not be interested here."

There is indeed nothing wrong with this.

The people of the North didn't even bother to occupy the large territory in the southern part of the Celestial Icefield that was abandoned by the trolls, let alone conquer the current Troll Capital by crossing the Thousand Miles of Icefield.

A bitter smile appeared on Okamoto's face.

Even though he breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt deeply humiliated.

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 and linger on.

But soon, he put away this useless complaint, opened a square box placed on the desk, and took out a bloody head.

"Marquis Garcia also sent his father's head. Haha, how thoughtful it is!"

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

Of course, dead people don't answer questions.

Mr. Jin knew that this question was for him.

"Your Highness, what you should do most right now is go to Winter City, kneel at the feet of the Duke of the North, and beg for his forgiveness."

"Bang!"

The head was thrown at Mr. Jin's feet by Okamoto.

Coincidentally, those unbending eyes happened to be staring at Mr. Jin.

"Mr. Jin, look into my father's eyes and say what you just said again!"