Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 725 - 510 Blood Gorge_1

Chapter 725: Chapter 510 Blood Gorge_1

Gripping a half-bodied humanoid corpse from nearby, he stuffed it into his mouth and chewed noisily, speaking indistinctly, "The marked path outside, you saw it yourself. Those humans came along this road, and anyone would guess they would continue down it. Who knew they’d suddenly change course and go build a city by the Snowflake Mountain Range?"

"What do we do now?" Koli asked.

"What else can we do? If they don’t come to us, we’ll go to them." Kodi licked his sharp claws, exuding confidence, "We currently have over a thousand trolls, countless vassals. We don’t even need to lift a finger – with just those vassals, we can break through their so-called chariot formations. Once our Troll Army charges in, those humans will be like two-legged lambs to the slaughter. Their wealth will become our wealth, their food will turn into our food, even they themselves will become our food. We will become the kings of the Giant Plains."

"Kill them all, eat them all!" The other Noble Giant Trolls were all instigated by Kodi’s impassioned words, bellowing loudly.

"King Kodi and Koli command, all troops attack, kill and feast on those humans."

"What are we waiting for? Grab your weapons; our time for revenge has come. We’ll make those humans pay for their stupidity and let them know who the true rulers of the Giant Plains are."

"Those who don’t want to become food, charge forward!"

"Kill them all, eat them all."

The entire Wailing Dwarf Kingdom was stirred from top to bottom, and under the prodding of the troll rulers, they surged out in droves, heading toward the direction of the migrating army to slaughter them.

There was neither a proper military formation nor a so-called supply chain; they just swarmed out en masse, spreading like a flood. Wherever they passed, it was no different from a plague of locusts, gobbling up everything edible in sight.

The internal situation in the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom was worse than expected.

In Felen, the troll species was notorious for two things: universally renowned regeneration and a host of negative traits: laziness, stupidity, gluttony, and brutal ruthlessness.

Many fables about laziness were about trolls.

Their society was one of oppression upon oppression, exploitation upon exploitation.

The top-tier trolls did nothing, delegating all work to the lesser trolls and reaping the benefits.

The lower trolls, to avoid labor, would exploit those even beneath them to serve their needs, enslaving other humanoid species was also commonplace.

This enslavement typically didn’t last long, since, despite incessant toil, it was hard to satisfy the trolls’ endless gluttony. Sometimes, the greedy, foolish, and shortsighted trolls would set their sights directly on their slaves.

The classic tale of troll laziness involved them chopping off their own limbs to feed to their companions or themselves for dinner.

There were even legends that trolls could live forever by eating themselves.

Such a scenario was not impossible, but it required very special conditions—such as a concentration of Magic Power in the environment that was high enough that merely absorbing it from the surroundings was sufficient to fuel the trolls’ regeneration without tapping into their own energy reserves. Such environments, even in Felen, were rare.

Normally, troll regeneration was fueled by a combination of Magic Power and their own stored energy. Because Magic Power could replenish a part, the consumption was relatively small, allowing for longer sustenance. But without external food over a long period, they could still starve to death.

Noble Giant Trolls could at best suppress the common trolls and treat the servants of other species as nothing but food to be devoured, unable to control their own or other trolls’ greedy appetites.

The mouths of hundreds of trolls were like countless small bottomless pits. On ordinary days, what kept their bellies full relied on the unique environment of the Troll Mountains, which somewhat reduced their consumption, and the abundance of prey in the Giant Plains, alongside the strong support of their subjugated servants.

But to store food? That was an outright fantasy.

When the population began to soar, especially when the number of trolls exceeded a thousand, it turned into a disaster.

Even the Noble Giant Trolls struggled to keep control, as the entire Wailing Dwarf turned into a dining hall for trolls. The servants either provided enough food to feed their troll masters or became their next meal themselves. They had hearty appetites, didn’t mind raw or cold food, and would eat on the spot.

When the command for a full military strike was given, for these servants, it wasn’t entirely without liberation. Many seized the opportunity to rush into the Giant Plains, disappearing into the wilderness without looking back. Meanwhile, some who hadn’t experienced the trolls’ monstrous gluttony joined them excitedly.

When tens of thousands of monsters surged mightily, especially with a mix of the unique giant creatures of the Giant Plains, their momentum was frightening. This was exemplified when the trolls of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom emerged, reaching a peak.

On these trolls, one could begin to see the shadow of an