Mage Joan

In the depths of the woods, a large group of "withered monsters" given life by "dry Tias roots" pulled out the tangled lower limbs from the soil, and slowly turned to face the black robe, making a gesture of waiting for instructions .

The black robe nodded in satisfaction, waved the withered monster to spread out, and turned to the orc chieftain.

"Kurkin, is there anything new?"

"The scout has just found traces of camping on the river beach. Judging from the footprints left on the scene, a total of four people have stayed here, including a giant and an ogre." Kurkin replied abruptly.

"The giant and the ogres..." "Snake Hand" Shaman's pale face appeared slowly, slowly said: "Two days ago in Prince Harbor, someone once witnessed a frost giant and suspected food in the tavern. The obscene man’s wrist of the man-devil was with a poet and a juvenile mage. Shortly thereafter, the four men quietly left Prince’s Harbor and bought two horses at the nearby hotel, north along the Mijiu River. travel."

"If I guessed right, the camp who camped on the beach last night should be the party of the frost giant Clark Heiner and the ogre lord Shrek, which is the target of our trip."

"I fully believe in your judgment, respected Lord Shaman, but there are two problems I can't figure out." Culkin frowned.

"Let's talk about what problems are bothering the king of the orcs in the'Neck Forest'."

"First of all, the scout team I sent last night captured two horses on the river beach. Now I think it should be the scooter that Shrek and others bought in Princes Harbor. The problem is that last night the four of them did not stay overnight in the camp, otherwise Shrek’s With a hot temper, he will never sit and watch his horse being taken away, so where did they go?"

"Second question, Shrek and Casio sneaked into Princes Harbor to meet with Frost Giant Clark and his mage companions. Afterwards, the four teamed up and traveled north. I don’t believe they walked all the way just for outings. I’m curious what they are for. The purpose is to go together."

"Kurkin, both of your questions are worth pondering, but frankly, I don't know the answers to these two questions."

"Wither" Sharman looked dignified.

"We were instructed this time to track the Frost Giant and his mage companions in order to quell the hidden dangers left by the storm in House Town and recapture the stolen'Gantias Roots'. As for Shrek and Casio, it was completely unexpected The factor... Fortunately, we are prepared enough to take Scala with us and we can send it to Shrek."

"Wait! Lord Shaman, I have a request!" Culkin was suddenly excited. "Please give Shrek and Casio to me to deal with. I have an old account with these two bastards!"

Sharman gave him a surprised look and nodded slightly after hesitating: "I don't object to your personal revenge, but you'd better bring some more powerful men. You know, Shrek and Casio are not easy to deal with."

"Of course I know this!" The orc chief gritted his teeth, and his eyes seemed to blow out a flame of hatred.

"In this case, the frost giant Clark Heinel handed it to Scala to deal with, these two big men, just evenly matched." Sharman stroked his chin.

"Master Shaman, please forgive me for talking, and say something that disappoints you!" Culkin said with a sullen face. "Indeed, Scala is very strong. Taking it with you can help you solve some troubles, but please Don’t forget that Scala is a lunatic with abnormal brains! This crazy guy is an extremely dangerous instability in itself. The trouble he creates may be more serious than the trouble we need to solve!”

"You can rest assured at this point! With me in, Scala doesn't dare to mess up--"

Sharman's voice did not fall, and behind him suddenly came a scream of screams, and then came the noise and anger of the orcs.

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

Sharman's face was not pretty either, and he turned to the place where the noise came.

Not far away, a group of orc warriors was holding a weapon around a huge monster, all looking nervous and making a siege gesture, but no one really dared to step forward and challenge the crazy monster.

The humanoid monster surrounded by orc warriors at first glance looks like a dark green jungle troll. However, this monster is much larger than the ordinary troll. It is 20 feet tall from head to toe and weighs no less than 5000 pounds. The legs are like tree stumps.

Even more horrifying is that this monster has nine heads, five of which are crowded around the neck, and one head grows on the front and back of the shoulders. Each head has independent facial features and nine pieces of blood. The large mouth is covered with fangs and teeth.

This horrible and weird look can make people have nightmares at first glance!

The weird troll's head in front of his left shoulder was biting the neck of an orc in his mouth, blood was flowing down the corner of his mouth, and a greedy expression appeared on his face, as if enjoying a delicious meal.

The unlucky orc bitten by it turned his eyes up and foamed, and his body was still twitching unconsciously, and it seemed that he was not far from death.

Kurkin followed Shaman back to the forest and saw that the nine trolls were devouring his subordinates, anxious and angry, and quickly whispered: "Stupid Scala! That's his own person, let go!"

The mouth of the nine trolls biting the orc was still closed, and he did not mean to give up the prey that reached his mouth, and his face also had an expression of nothing to do with himself.

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

The other head adjacent to the head holding the orc complained loudly, and his face was wronged.

"Fool! I am Scala!"

Another head next to him, snarled fiercely at the complaining head.

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

The fourth head twisted its neck, staring at the orc with the first head in its mouth, and swallowed drool.

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

"Fart! What do you count!"

"What is Scala, is it delicious?"

"Scala is just a name. What's the use of fighting for something you can't eat?"

"Scala die!"

"Tear La Scala!"

"Eat Scala!"

...

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

Especially when the food is limited and the nine big mouths are eager to have a full meal, the dispute between Scala's nine heads will become particularly fierce.

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