Chapter 182: B2: C82: Evil City Scrap
“You looking red there, puny human,” grunted the massive troll as he towered over Lord Gilbert.
Wallenberg shrank backward, becoming deathly afraid. The troll was fifteen feet tall and the most muscular troll around.
He made Lord Gilbert look truly puny, and Lord Gilbert was relatively a large specimen of a man. But there was no overcoming the mighty height and physique of a troll.
The immense and muscular troll standing over them, just like all trolls, had huge ram horns spiraling out from the sides of his head. His skin was grayish. His face was big, squarish, with a wide flat nose, sharpened teeth, and drooping earlobes that touched his shoulders.
Like all trolls, he was bald up top, but he had a mighty beard that dangled from his chin to his chest in braids with metallic ornaments or the bones of his enemies. All males had beards, whether long or short, while the females remained bare around their faces and heads.
A more obvious way to tell males and females apart was as simple as looking at their chests. There was no mistaking the heavy endowment of the troll females that they barely held back using canvasses or tarps the size of whole blankets.
Other than that, they wore loincloths and sometimes belts holding their personal items and weapons. That was about it. Trolls looked, dressed, and acted as wild as an uncivilized creature could while existing in a city like Crossdeath.
Worse yet, they believed in acting in groups.
Now that Lord Gilbert acquired attention of the biggest and mightiest troll there, the other trolls ventured from their drinking den and came outside. Full-bearded males and large-chested females smiled meanly down at the humans who’d stumbled too close to their more exclusive establishment.