A few days later, Ezreal encountered several trolls at the edge of the Ice Sea.

"Actually, human flesh is not delicious."

He didn't know what was going on. The strength of these trolls seemed very low, but he tried all kinds of methods and the damage caused was minimal.

Several trolls were approaching Ezreal in an encircling manner.

"Human...food...must be eaten..."

The troll was chanting word by word, but Ezreal sounded very strange. These words did not sound like the troll was saying them, but rather they wanted to be said.

"Only by living in harmony can we create a beautiful new world. If you change your habit of cannibalism, you may not be able to go south and enter the empire. They will arrange shelter for you, provide you with food, and meet most of your needs. There is only one requirement.

, that means not hurting anyone, how about it? Are you interested?"

Ezreal didn't know why there would be such a place in later generations. They were obviously enemies of mankind and had hunted many humans. However, these creatures could be forgiven because this was the natural law they abided by.

And the name of this place is - the zoo.

In another memory Ezreal left for him, there was a changeling living in a very distant future. In order to get free accommodation and three free meals, he turned himself into a wild animal and lived in

In the zoo.

As for "being admired"? Those licking dogs should worship their masters.

"Human...food...must be eaten..."

The trolls were still repeating these words, and they were getting closer and closer to Ezreal. Ezreal was still hesitating whether to use arcane jump to escape.

The abilities of these trolls are so weird. Creatures like trolls don't sound like they have any weird abilities, but what about these trolls? They can dodge attacks 100%, even if they use their own mysteries and precise barrage,

They will all deviate from their direction under the pull of unknown forces.

"Can't communicate?"

Ezreal took a few steps back. With his flexibility and reaction speed, these speeds were very slow compared to those of extraordinary beings, and the troll could not touch him at all.

He didn't know whether these trolls could only draw magic that was attacking them, or whether they could transfer magic used nearby. Even if it was only a little bit, Ezreal was worried that he would be transferred to the fist of a certain troll.

Even if he has the toughness of a superhuman, the troll's power is not easy to endure.

"Something has appeared over there again, are there any support from these trolls?"

Ezreal saw a black shadow appear on the snowy slope in the distance. The shadow was quite tall, close to three meters by visual inspection. In the Freljord, apart from the bearmen, the only people with this size were trolls.

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As for the others, they are all endangered and protected animals, such as snowmen and the like. They are just survivors whose own civilization has become extinct.

The attack of the trolls finally arrived. There were trolls on both sides. Ezreal dodged under the fists of these trolls. When he got the chance, he would kick their fists and let them beat their own people.

"That force has no intervention in matter or has limited ability to intervene, so you have to find an opportunity."

Not long after, only one troll was still standing. The other trolls were knocked to the ground by their own fists. None of the trolls roared because they were accidentally injured by their teammates. They stood up slowly, seemingly

He was not harmed and continued to surround Ezreal, launching attacks that could only hit his teammates.

"Human...food...must be eaten..."

They were still chanting the same words, their bodies were moving, their mouths were stiff and they were making sounds, but their eyes were empty, and they did not turn around, nor did they focus on Ezreal.

"This is too stupid. It doesn't look like a living creature at all."

Fortunately, the physical strength of extraordinary beings is quite strong. As the saying goes, if you defend for a long time, you will lose, but Ezreal has been avoiding the attacks of these trolls for half an hour. Those trolls have not touched him, and he has not felt tired yet.

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"How would the other person deal with these opponents when he encounters them?"

Ezreal had given up attacking these creatures now. After kicking these trolls more than a dozen times, he felt that his feet seemed to be burned. When he raised his feet, he found that the soles had disappeared and were clean.

, like food, eaten by something.

Since magic can't hit and there can't be physical contact, can we just rely on our own running speed to get rid of these trolls? I have to say that this kind of behavior does have its own style.

If he hadn't wanted to study these trolls, he might have run away.

"Danger! Don't come here!"

Ezreal was still avoiding the troll's attack, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a young man walking over leading a horse. Judging from his appearance, he was not yet twenty years old.

He couldn't care why an Imperial man holding a horse appeared in the Freljord, but that boy was not a transcendent. Every troll here could beat that boy into a pulp with just one punch.

"Is this the person?"

The young man was still walking forward, holding the horse with one hand and slowly pulling out the sword on his back with the other hand. It looked like a wooden sword.

At this time, the troll also noticed the arrival of the new "food". The troll closest to the boy raised his fist and waved at the boy who was about to walk in front of him.

"That's too late……"

Ezreal now has no way to escape from the troll's attack, unless he uses arcane teleportation and short-distance teleportation magic that may put himself in danger to save the boy.

Could it be an illusion? These trolls are using their weird abilities to create illusions to confuse him, just to distract him so that they can capture him.

Even if it was an illusion, so what? He couldn't just watch a life that could have been saved be destroyed. When he thought of this, Ezreal planned to save the young man, but his body had long appeared before the young man and was destroyed.

A force absorbed it and pulled it towards the troll's fist.

"Just take it once."

He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come.

At this time, a voice came from my ears,

"Thank you."

"Bang——"

Ezreal fell to the ground, and something fell to the ground behind him. He turned around and found that the young man from before had appeared behind him, with a wooden sword in his hand, dripping with red and black blood, and there was something on the ground.

There was a troll arm with blood gushing out.

How could he hurt these trolls! Ezreal looked at the young man in front of him in stunned silence, chopped off the head of the armless troll with a sword, and walked towards the other trolls.

To that young man, a young man who was not an extraordinary person, the troll's attack was undoubtedly like a violent storm, but among the heavy rain, there were people who had not been touched by the rain.

The young man easily dodged the troll's attack, cut off the troll's hand with a sword, and then flicked the troll's arm onto several other trolls. With a flash of sword light, all the trolls' heads fell to the ground.

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"Incredible! You can easily defeat trolls at such a young age. Is this why swordsmen are respected by the world?"

Ezreal stood up, his clothes were still stained with snow, but the young man's white clothes were still as new, and even the horse behind him was not stained with any blood.

It's as beautiful as art, like a treasure buried in ancient ruins. This young man's swordsmanship is more beautiful and more charming than any cultural relic Ezreal has ever seen.

The young man swung the sword, and all the blood on the sword fell to the ground, just like ink dripping into a pool of water, infecting the large snow in an instant.

"Who are you……"

Ezreal asked the young man's name. In their line of work, connections are indispensable, especially the connections of the strong, because there are many ruins that only the strong know. To explore those ruins, you must let those

A strong person leads the way, even if he just goes along for the inspection, it is still a good experience.

Although the young man in front of him was not even a transcendent, Ezreal saw extraordinary potential in the young man. It would not take long for this young man to become a swordsman in a famous town.

"easy."

Yi led the horse to Ezreal and put the Mu Xin Sword into its scabbard.

"Are you sure it's this person?"

"ah?"

Ezreal didn't understand. Are you asking him? Who does "this person" refer to? It's just him and Yi here, so he can't be asking about the horse.

Then, the horse came up to Ezreal, sniffed it, and nodded at Yi.

"Where is my senior brother?"

Yi asked. He followed the dragon horse to Freljord because the dragon horse could smell the owner's breath. Moreover, even if its owner was sent to other areas through teleportation magic, the dragon horse could still be in the owner's body.

After the breath spreads and is carried around the world by the air, it finds the location of its owner.

Although Balliard is only one of the owners of this dragon horse and has not been with him for a long time, Balliard's aura is very special to the dragon horse.

"Senior brother? Who is it?"

Ezreal has never seen such a psychic BMW. At this moment, answering Yi's question, his eyes are still rolling on Longma. A future strong man is indeed not as important as a strange creature.

"Ballyard, he is my second senior brother. Ryoma told me that you have the aura of my senior brother, which is quite strong. Do you know where he is?"

When Yi was talking, he looked at the dragon and horse from time to time. The dragon and horse would sometimes bark after Yi spoke. It sounded as if the dragon and horse were answering Yi's questions.

"Can you understand this horse?"

When he thought of this, Ezreal was very excited. The horse's cry was not in the language given to him by the other self. It was really just a neigh.

"Is it surprising to be able to feel some emotions, horse emotions, your emotions? I don't know when I started to listen to other people's voices."

Yi really didn't know when he had this ability, but when he discovered that he had this ability, it was when he was practicing swordplay one night that his Mu Xin Sword had emotions.

Dolan told him that it was the spirit of the Divine Sword. Although the transformation of the Mu Xin Sword had not yet been completed, under the nourishment of Yi's swordsmanship, the spirit of the sword had taken shape in advance.
To be continued...