From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 1 The Troll Tribe and the Hunky Traveler

"Fight! Fight! Kill!"

Somewhere in an unknown part of the mainland, in an unknown huge forest, in an inconspicuous corner, a small open space was developed. Countless trolls surrounded them in a circular formation, emitting bursts of fanaticism and bloodthirsty.

shouting.

At the center of the circular formation was a life-and-death duel between two sturdy trolls. But at this time, both sides were already lying down and standing. The younger one, at the cost of an arm, crushed the old chief's head and survived.

at last.

The muscles on his dark blue skin are knotted, and the upward-curved and pointed fangs are circled with "rings" symbolizing bravery. Each ring represents the life of a hostile tribal warrior. Roughly

After a quick glance, except for the old chief who was lying dead, he was undoubtedly the bravest one.

"I, Brave Tusk! am the chief!"

"Tusk! Tusk!"

The primitive and barbaric troll tribe, whose language was not yet coherent, simply confirmed the candidate for the new chief. The one who died left behind his fangs representing his past achievements and worshiped them as his ancestors.

as a token. But the body was just hastily buried.

The cheers still continued, but people's enthusiasm no longer surrounded the new chief. The bloodthirsty heart that had been ignited quickly turned into the desire to reproduce without any shame when there were no enemy heads to choose from.

It started to catch the right wild cooperation.

The old trolls in the front row grinned widely when they saw this scene, expressing with relief that the future of the tribe was promising.

The witch doctor laughed when he heard this, turned around and left the house, stroking his tough beard.

The female troll heard the sound and seemed to feel provoked.

About three minutes later, the female troll got up, cursed disdainfully with words such as "weak chicken" and "that's all you have?" and turned around.

Big Tooth looked at the female troll who was looking forward to it. He hesitated for only a moment, and the desire to reproduce overcame the offspring that had already been born. He waved his hand and motioned to get out of the way. To be honest, compared to the happiness at the moment,

That devil knows whether his own child's newborn is unattractive.

"Warrior, brave warrior."

The pointed ears, pointed nose, and wrinkled skin are also dark blue; except for the fangs that have not yet grown, looking at his appearance, there is no doubt that he is a newborn troll.

The time traveler appears to be extraordinarily open-minded. In his previous life, he was very ordinary, and his grades from elementary school to college were average. After graduating from college, because his family had some spare money, he was sent to study abroad. When he was studying abroad for postgraduate studies, he only barely graduated due to his playfulness.

Later, because I didn’t want to become a social worker so quickly, I used the money I earned from working during my master’s degree to continue studying for a Ph.D.

In the chaos, a troll hurried over. He called to the new chief who had just regenerated his arms and was about to change the battlefield and contribute to the increase of the tribe's population.

"Fuck."

Ignoring these messy things for now, I turned my attention back to a special "group" of buildings in the inner circle of the tribe.

"Time travel, it's a bit vulgar, but that's all. Living an extra life is not a bad thing."

The person who was pushed away didn't care, and he had no intention of going back to report. At this moment, he spotted a female troll with a "voluptuous" appearance, two heads taller than him, and a significantly stronger body.

Take a deep breath to make yourself look stronger and then take a step away.

The brain of a newborn cannot support overly complex thinking. After saying "fuck" that penetrated into the bone marrow, the instinct overcame the unknown throbbing, and soon he became obsessed with the sweetness of breast milk like an ordinary little troll.

among.

As spring passed and autumn came, the little troll grew up very quickly. His thoughts woke up and disappeared, and became clearer and clearer with time. Finally, one day, he gave out the faintest throbbing of his first cry and finally woke up completely.

The little troll being held by his mother and drinking milk is undoubtedly a bit strange and different. The look contained in those smart eyes is not just the purity that is usually unique to this age. There is a little ignorance, although it is not

Not very obvious, but there is no doubt that it exists, it is just unknown.

Whether it is a warrior or a witch doctor, as long as a new life is born in the tribe, that is hope, and he will be very happy. Of course, if he is a witch doctor, he will be happier, because there are already enough stupid warriors.

"Female Troll! I, Fang, are mighty!!"

In one of these rooms, a newly born troll baby was being held by the witch doctor responsible for delivering the baby, and the blood on its body was being scrubbed away.

Fang, on the other hand, was lying on the ground with a smile, seeming to be thinking about something.

There is no doubt that this is the most important place in the tribe, not even the chief's residence can compare with it.

"F*ck! Fuck! F*ck!" Looking at his blue skin, the unfamiliar environment around him, and the faces that could be worthy of the word "monster" according to the aesthetics of his previous life, the little thing said the accumulation

Two lifetimes of "fuck".

This is not the residence of a powerful person. There are only three types of trolls in it, the witch doctor responsible for passing on knowledge, the pregnant female troll, and the female troll with young children.

After wiping the little troll's body, the witch doctor turned it up and down and looked around. Finally, he flicked the small needle with his finger and came to a conclusion.

However, after all, Zeng Jin is a complete adult. Although he is not a particularly outstanding elite, his complete education and many years of experience as a "bookworm" made him quickly understand the situation he was facing.

After that, he handed the little troll to the slightly tired female troll on the couch and said,

"Go and drink milk, grow up quickly and become a new witch doctor."

"Well, not crying, but strong."

Roughly constructed tribal buildings are generally scattered in the forest, but among them, there is a relatively refined one that has been built together, with simple walls surrounding it to isolate it from other places; groups of troll warriors, in the distance, are heard.

In the midst of the carnival, even though he was cursing enviously, he still controlled his lower body and patrolled conscientiously.

During his Ph.D. studies, the pressure brought by his studies and age made him a little anxious. After learning from his experience, he decided to quickly make up for what he owed.

"Chief! My mother gave birth! It's your son!"

The female troll took the child, put it to the breast without any hesitation, and muttered,

The body that was overtaxed by staying up late day after day, drinking coffee, waking up with cigarettes, and starting to have fun in college finally came back to bite me the moment I completed my doctoral thesis.

So, he died suddenly.

I clearly remember the cramping of my heart at that moment, and the darkness that followed and drowned everything.

The little troll woke up from his memories in an instant, wiped the "weak sweat" on his forehead that was actually nothing with his small hands, looked around, and felt deeply grateful.

"In this life of confusion, you only have to experience it once. You must accomplish something this time."

(End of chapter)