From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 164 Chapter ‘One Hundred and Sixty-Two’ The Land of Decadence

Olinkates is a witch doctor apprentice living in the headquarters. She is not keen on research, but is more interested in 'art' and 'society';

She believes that the progress of society and civilization should not be based on 'productionism', and that 'art, culture and social care' should also be important indicators to measure the level of a civilization.

Of course, she only had a rough idea and had not really developed a theoretical system of her own.

Of course, Olinka cares about art and the weak, but does not pay much attention to powerful strength and technical research.

The reason why she has been able to persist in meditation training to this day, apart from the mandatory requirements of the "central nursery" during her childhood, is that she understands that only by becoming a witch doctor can she have a real right to speak and be able to make her own voice.

Therefore, although she does not pursue 'her own power' very much, she still hopes to become a witch doctor and occupy a seat with decision-making power in the Rune Council.

Fortunately, her talent is quite good. She is only 21 years old, and even underage, she can already support the intensity of meditation at the apprentice level;

As long as you persist for a while, you will surely be able to break the first barrier between fantasy and reality, establish a meditation space, and become a true spell caster with the ability to cast spells without loss.

A few days ago, Olinka accidentally came into contact with Quinates at the headquarters and learned about what she was doing.

At that time, she had a sense of awakening, like an enlightenment.

'Obviously the weak are all around us, among the people, but I insist on standing on the 'mountain top' of my own righteousness to dream like this. What else can I think of?'

With such thoughts in mind, she volunteered to join this cause, planning to visit areas outside her headquarters to see the real situation there.

She thought so.

Olinka didn't know how to describe it without hurting this compatriot's feelings.

"Karinates! An apprentice from our headquarters is here! Stop drinking and come out and take a look!!"

"Sir, why is it so...so"

Olinka, who is used to the busy situation in the headquarters area, has never seen such a depressed scene.

Whether they are the 'pile driver' or the 'pile recipient', they do not regard intercourse as a serious matter. It is as casual as picking up the fruit at hand and eating it, just like a tonic when watching a ring competition.

Olinka had seen the picture album at school and knew that these were the horn-hoofed species from the "Tianci Plateau" in the north. At the same time, she was also confused, 'Why did the horn-hoofed species appear here? What are they here to do?'

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Nomen Station is the northernmost existing station of the tribe in the due north direction.

“Don’t the managers arrange construction?”

"Hit!! Haha!!! Beat him to death!!"

"It doesn't seem to be the case." When the uncle replied, he stared closely at Olinka's eyes with a hint of eagerness, and then shook his head dejectedly under her puzzled gaze.

"Really not. So, little girl, what are you doing here?"

"Introducing to you, Kalinatus, the purest fang troll like me! She is also my only remaining comrade."

The trolls watching the battle in the audience loudly counted down in unison, and when the number reached '0', half of the trolls, including the one who had previously responded to Olinka, cheered loudly.

The uncle yelled at the top of his lungs, and then there was a more violent sound of shattering and overturning in the room;

There are ten independent huts in the courtyard. At this moment, it seems that they have been deserted for a long time. A sound of "dinging bells" and broken utensils came from one of the houses.

It seems like there are trolls living here.

Occasionally, there is another sound mixed in,

Olinka awkwardly put down the palm that had been covering her nose, her cheeks turning blue with a hint of purple;

When the uncle introduced him, Olinka heard a lot of pride in the first half of the sentence, but there was a deep sense of loss and unwillingness in the last sentence.

The male who had previously replied turned around, and the unfamiliar smell in his mouth made Olinka retreat for a moment;

Hearing this, he looked around hesitantly, nodded reluctantly and responded,

"Okay. But you guys, the soft and sophisticated trolls from the headquarters, shouldn't be able to adapt to the taste here, right? Come with me, let's go somewhere else."

But looking at the tattered short skirt he was wearing, and then looking at the spotless white fiber worsted trousers and bra he was wearing, I couldn't figure out what to say in rebuttal.

After a moment of silence, Olinka suppressed her anger and asked,

"Can I talk to you, sir? I want to know about the situation here."

Entering the interior of the station, of course, Olinka took the main entrance and did not actually drill a hole in the wall.

The pungent smell of fish came from the pier a hundred meters away. Male and female trolls wearing tattered animal skin skirts and shorts were sitting next to the smelly fish, watching the bloody scene in the center of the pier.

fight.

"Ouch? Is he a softie from the headquarters?"

The sound of banging on the door came from the side, and Olinka looked for it. It turned out that the place where Karina was standing was no longer a troll. Instead, there was a door that was tightly closed again and was even trembling slightly.

"Olymkates, an underage witch doctor apprentice from our headquarters."

In this way, she passed the waterway and arrived at a small station on the northern border.

Before he could finish his words, a horn-hoofed creature on the stage trampled him, and then in the shock, before his opponent could recover, he directly knocked him to the ground.

"Damn it, these weak horned hoofs made me lose money again!!!"

"Don't you have eyes? This is not watching a gladiator fight, etc. Wait a minute."

"There's nothing to hide, that's just the way it is here."

"Oh!! Victory!! Money!! Give me money!!!"

"Hahaha!! Don't smoke the little girl to death!!"

This is a courtyard overgrown with weeds and with broken roof tiles;

Karina held onto the wall, leaning her back against the door frame, and said these words intermittently in a hoarse voice.

There were also some trolls, stimulated by the smell of blood, fish, and another pungent smell that Olinka couldn't describe, and they became excited, with blue bloodshot eyes coming out, and they took advantage of their interest in the mud to spread out.

A chaotic 'panchang war'.

"You! Phew"

There was no wood, stone, concrete, or tall witch doctor trees, and even the streets seemed narrow and muddy.

The outer wall of the station maintains the original log fence pattern. The height of the fence is only 2.5 meters, barely reaching Olinka's chest;

The gap in the fence was very wide, and she only needed to turn slightly sideways to get through easily.

"Hey Serajin? Where did you find this little guy? Ge~~~, the big man of this department. Ge~, is there any news at last?"

Olinka did not ask anything immediately. She bowed slightly, put her right hand on her chest and introduced herself,

Olinka felt a sense of disharmony in her tone and movements. This feeling reminded her of a scene she had seen in school.

While talking, the two trolls seemed to have walked to the uncle's residence;

Olinka waited for him to open the door, and after reaching out sideways to indicate inward, she whispered "thank you" in her mouth, and then stepped in.

They strolled through the "small town" and saw only simple wooden houses.

There are no factories, no ‘workers’, and no witch doctors;

This is a kind of noise without 'positivity'. Dozens of trolls, some holding strange transparent bottles in their hands, while shouting, occasionally pour the yellow liquid inside into their mouths, and then continue to do nothing.

Focusing on the arena thoughtfully.

"Work harder!!"

"Management? They are just two annoying people who think they have won the lottery and are unwilling to accept it. They sit in the office all day long writing and drawing, talking about "mechanical" and "spells".

'Meditation', you must be dreaming about going back to the headquarters, right? Who cares about this dirty little place? It's just here, let's go in and talk."

‘It’s like an experimental animal being anesthetized with drugs? But why is this?’

The two trolls, one behind the other, slowly left the small pier with harsh whistles and nonsense behind them.

"Haha, do you want to say dirty? Or rundown?"

She nodded slightly to express her gratitude for his kindness.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Whoosh! Look! Look! Our Serajin Tower is surrounded by a high troll from our headquarters!"

It was rebuilt from the original site of the Nomen tribe and has a simple fishing dock. There are about 200 young and middle-aged trolls inside.

Immediately afterwards, a big hand pushed open one of the doors, and a dejected face emerged from the darkness.

The male troll himself didn't seem to have a bad heart. After subconsciously stabbing him with resentment, he felt somewhat regretful.

And the sarcasm in his words made Olinka even more angry.

"No matter how shabby it is, this is where he lives, so he should have deep feelings, right? Just like I love my headquarters."

Male troll, no, let’s call him ‘Uncle Troll’

The troll uncle let out a disdainful snort between his nose, his tone filled with disgust and helplessness.

Olinka did not send a letter of visit to the local managers, and she did not plan to meet them, at least not yet.

On the ring, those fighting were not trolls, but two creatures with two horns and hooves at their feet;

'Bang!'

"this"

With this in mind, she covered her nose and took two steps closer, asking a male compatriot on the periphery,

"Nine! Eight!. Three! Two!"

"Huh? Manager? Humph"

But no matter what they were saying, the movements of their hands were the same - picking up the bottle and taking a swig.

"Did I offend her?" Olinka asked in confusion.

"I don't blame you, and don't worry about her. Karina is just a little disappointed. It will get better after a while. Don't take it too seriously."

The uncle shook his head and led the way to another house.

"Let's go, go to my place and tell me, let me hear how tall you are. Why would a troll like you come here specifically?"

The ‘True Chapter 162’ has not been released. This chapter will use the serial number 162 for the time being, but what should we do with the ‘True Chapter 162’?

(End of chapter)