Ziduo didn't realize it, and smiled: "please take a seat. I've sent someone to invite the chief. The chief is not in good health these days. He is resting in the room now. I think he will come to see you soon. "

Lin Feng thanked him. The three people sat by the campfire and looked around. Everyone in the stockade was yellow and skinny, with bony bones. It seemed that there had been a famine for a long time. Lin Feng noticed that most of the male trolls were disabled, and the weapons in their hands were very simple, either sharpened sticks or rusty axes. The broken long knives...