Trollfest
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Fysjomfei it smelled of blood, Christian blood. The trolls look at the Hunter Master, but he is already running.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Christian men. The muzzle is not wrong, someone is in the trap!
Through the forest to the treasure of the trap, everyone runs. When they arrive, they have forgotten the hunter, he has already eaten three.
The hunter swallows one bone, Rülpser und sover. The other trolls argue about the two, fighting and eating.