- Uh, hey! Stand still Wait! - rang out from behind. - Yes, stop you! I will not touch you!

Laurie, puffing, collapsed on her knees:

- I can not more! Let him better eat me here!

- Get up! Zack leaned toward her.

- I can not!

- It is necessary!

- Not! Run yourself!

Don't you understand human language? - the troll stopped near them. - I yell yell yell ...

Zak looked at him warily. If he ate, then not immediately - he thought.

- What do you need?

- Nothing. I saw you - I decided to thank you for letting me out of the cell. And you run ...

- Did you see yourself? From you, anyone so jerk ...

Zach calmed down a bit, recognizing the former prisoner Baron in the troll:

“How did you track us down?”

- Yes, I need you to track you down. I actually go home to the mountains.

Zach calmed down completely. Apparently, the troll was in good spirits, fed and calm. In addition, the conversation, refuted the laws of the idea of ​​trolls as stupid and aggressive stone blocks. The first who came up, Alma asked:

- And what about the baron? You did not see in the steppe, he sent a lot of people for us? Nobody goes here?

The troll grunted vaguely. Zack was ready to swear that an indifferent grin flashed on his indifferent stone face.

- Baron? The baron will not send anyone anywhere.

- Why? Think scared?

- No, he just has a little bit of that ... his head has come off.

They all stared in surprise at the openly grinning mountain of muscles.

- I was very angry then, well, I decided to run over the castle - suddenly someone would fall ... And then the Baron with all my relatives would meet me. In general, he was somehow flimsy - I just hurt a little, and my head came off. Here are his relatives, those who are young - those are stronger, they flew away entirely, and this one has only a head.

- And Ronan? Well, who is elderly, skinny?

- I do not know. He immediately hid somewhere.

“It's a pity ...” Laurie sighed.

- And I somehow feel sorry! - boomed troll. - I would look, but I could not stay there for a long time. Do the baron sorcerer know what? Yy yy! At the moment I would be back in a cage. And by the way, you are probably still looking for. I saw in the steppe a couple of cavalry units, a man of five. By clothes - like baronial. On the sides scouring, I already thought - for me. But the sorcerer was not with them, and without him he could not cope with me.

- Going here? - Alma was on the alert.

- Not, just to the side, where the passage through the mountains. They think, probably, you, as normal, have chosen the easiest and easiest way.

- Hmm, I did not think ... - Alma turned, looked in the direction of heaving close peaks. - We really need to move to the other side.

- Will move, what's the problem? Do you think there is only one way to go in the mountains? Yes there are these trails ...

“Yeah, only the trolls alone can pass!”

The troll scratched its head:

- True ... in part. Okay, so be it, I'll go with you. We will find you easier way.

- And you will not eat us? - just in case Zak asked directly.

- Not why? There are so many living creatures without you ... Yes, and it is more tasty. And there is more meat on it.

Then the four of us went. The troll, who introduced himself as Gracchus, Zack did not understand this name or the name of the clan, and maybe a title, walked ahead. The rest did not keep up with his wide strides, forcing him to stop frequently, wait for those who lag behind and grumble. But to go with him was much calmer - not a single predator dared to approach, flickering only at a considerable distance. And people, if any, did not appear at all.However, after three days, when the whole company was already stamping along the stone path, which was noticeably climbing up, Zak began to notice the bad changes that were happening to Gracchus. His grumbling often turned into an irritated growl, his mouth grinned, showing huge fangs, and his paws clenched into fists. Zach once saw a stone with which he played all the way, throwing up, at such a moment crumbled into dust, being trapped in a powerful paw. The troll glanced at what was left of him, carelessly shook it off and picked up a new one, but Zack shivered, presenting himself in the place of the stone.

The next day everything got worse. The troll growled and waved at everyone, but he did not touch it yet. It was noticeable that he was trying to suppress bouts of rage, but sometimes they took over. And this happened more and more often. At last, one day, when Laurie fell back, considering the tree that had grown to grow in the middle of the bare stone, he yelled at her and tried to grab it. Zack managed to push her away from the thrown paw. Alma yelled:

- Grakh, stop it! What are you doing, you crush her! What's the matter!?

“Nothing ...” growled the troll, coping with a fit of anger. - Sorry.

- No, wait. We see that something happens to you! What is it? Are you so influenced by mountains?

- Not.

- And then what? Grakh, I'm afraid of you. In vain we probably went with you.

The troll, without answering, brought them to the first available ground, covered with stiff burnt grass, and sat down, leaning against a stone that had grown into the ground.

- You can rest. - No one was looking he grunted.

- rest. - settled Alma away. - And while you tell me what's wrong with you. Where does this causeless anger come from? You were not like that!

- Want to know? Oh please. This is not a gratuitous anger. The reason is, and what else! You see, the people, the body of the trolls is designed so that they regularly need ... mmm ... to fuck. At least once a week. Without this, we become irritable and angry. I held on as much as I could, but you can’t argue against nature, it is stronger. What to do now - hell knows. Probably we need to leave.

- No, this is not an option. - Alma objected. - And how can we find the way without you?

- Then I do not know ...

- Grakh. - asked Laurie. - And how are you without the Baron spent six months? And then when he found us, was it normal?

- So the Baron regularly dropped to me ... the last time the day before you came.

“I didn’t understand ...” Alma frowned. “Did the baron have a female of your kind?”

- No, why? He has a lot of human females who want to make money. Here he was not greedy, he loved to see that.

- So what are you, and with people can? - Laurie did not believe it. - You have the same ... Do not fit the same, break ...

- If you just poke, then yes. Our legends say that once, a long time ago, you people even had a penalty for witches - to give a troll for sex. And then our shamans found a way. Of course, without a trace for a woman this does not pass, but if carefully, then she will remain alive and well.

- And what is this method? - Alma became interested.

- Well, every troll with him has it. - Grackh rummaged in a bag on his belt and showed a jar. - Our shamans brew and speak. If a woman smeared in the right place, the pain is reduced, and the body is easily stretched. In addition, we, the trolls, as you probably know, are creatures themselves with a significant admixture of magic, which also allows us to stretch the vagina even to the neck.

- But this is impossible! - Laurie jumped - There are also internal organs, heart, lungs!

- I do not know anything! - the troll raised its paws. - This is magic, I do not understand it. But with the Baron I fucked a dozen girls, some more than once and even one Countess, who, out of curiosity, asked for herself. All alive and well remained.

- Calm down, Laurie. - Alma waved a hand. - Theoretically everything is possible. - So you say everyone is alive?

- Yeah. And what do you want to risk?

Laurie gasped, gagging her mouth.

- Want. I see no other way out. We can not be without you, but with you in this state is also impossible. Let's try. I fucked with people, with elves too, even with orcs happened - it's time to try the troll. She grinned, getting up.

- Well, as you wish.

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