Lane was stunned.

It makes sense.

Because Geralt was not the caster of the Seal, the Ice Troll did not respond to his words. After Lanen repeated it, the Ice Troll's dull eyes finally turned around, and his mouth began to collapse out with bumps and bumps.

"Yes, Ice Bing Demon, no, Ice Bing Demon."

Very good, finally we can communicate. Although the content is a bit weird, it is not important.

Lane racked his brains to recall the troll's grammatical structure: "The Ice Giant... isn't right. Big man, give it to the Ice Demon, the Little One?"

The Ice Troll nodded dumbly: "In the morning, the big man will come back and throw it to the little Bingbing Demon."

Easter also surrounded him at the moment, looking at the ice troll nervously, hoping to hear good news from its mouth.

"Does there be a big beard in the little one, old one with patterns on the body?" Lane described the characteristics of the Harold patriarch as much as possible, a middle-aged man with a big gray beard with a tattoo.

"The little ones are all big beards and have patterns."

Lane tsk with a headache.

But the Ice Troll then added: "A big bearded little man, big man doesn't cook. Don't be good, knock on a stick and throw it behind!"

Easter's eyes lit up and he quickly signaled Lane to continue asking: "Where is the little one who doesn't cook?"

The ice troll pointed his hand at a corridor deep in the cave, which was pitch black inside.

East quickly asked the troops to rest on the spot, and rushed into the dark corridor with Lann and others.

Their figures soon disappeared at the end of the road.

The hypnotized ice troll collapsed in place in a daze, and the toxins of the snake witch hunter continued to destroy its body.

"Big man, if you don't cook the little one, come back to find the little one. Other little ones can only cook, not eat it, Bingbing Demon..."

With a "puff", the long sword of the Tursek family soldiers suddenly pierced into the chest of the ice troll. They had just finished sorting out the meat in the boiler and their eyes were red.

As if he was confused, the soldier stepped on the hilt of the sword again until the tip of the sword penetrated until the back was blocked by solid stones.

"Phoa, monster!"
Chapter completed!