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Citizens of Trollmarket, the Trollhunter is dead.

Oh, no!

No. I'm not.

Where is Vendel?

Vendel is dead, too.

- What? - Murdered by the Trollhunter.

Vendel never liked him.

Why would he do that?

Vendel was the heart of Trollmarket.

It is with a heavy heart that I take up his mantle

and promise to lead Trollmarket into a new era.

A human has led us astray.

It is time that trolls lead Trollmarket once more.

Trolls for trollkind.

First Jim, now this.

Why did you leave us?

It was not your time.

You crafty old goat.

- What? - What is it?

He was holding an Anamnesis stone.

What did you want to show us?

There are only two agents of Gunmar...

the Changeling and the Changeling's master.

- How do you know this? - Because I'm the master.

Vendel...!

I'm sorry, Vendel.

I was hoping you'd live long enough to see Gunmar's glorious return.

Usurna.

He used his last moments to warn us.

She took control of Trollmarket.

Master Jim.

Queen Usurna said I'm responsible.

Wow.

Jimbo, you're alive! You're not a ghost!

We saw you fall to your doom.

- How did you survive the Deep? - Claire.

- No troll's ever come back. - But I'm not a troll.

Hmm.

No, no.

I'm sorry.

This is my fault.

No, Master Jim.

Vendel believed in you. He knew you'd return to make things right.

Usurna liar, traitor.

Crush Queen now!

No, we can't take her on now. She's too heavily protected.

Blink's right. There are too many of them.

If she's working for Gunmar,

what's to stop him from taking Trollmarket?

Us. If Gunmar thinks I'm dead,

we've at least got the element of surprise.

Taking on Gunmar himself?

Oh, what a day. Where would we find him?

The Janus Order.

They were getting all ready for his return.

Okay, then we better move before we lose Trollmarket for good.

This time, I'm not stupid enough to go alone.

We're stronger together. Come on.

Ugh! Aaarrrgghh!!!

- Breakfast burrito. - Eh-hh...

Oh, no.

What is this?

Maybe it's a Changeling Halloween party?

I really hope it's a Halloween party.

We know you will be weak, Skullcrusher.

- Strickler? - Let's split up and cover more ground.

Our time is nearly at hand.

When Gunmar returns, we will be his army.

As our brothers and sisters consolidate power around the world,

remember, this isn't just about Gunmar.

This is about something bigger.

And, oh, we have the Skullcrusher's heir right here...

Uh, guys...?

You are trembling.

Master Jim!

- Oh, my gosh. This is happening. - Yeah, so fight!

I will add your bones to my pile.

Pile this! Now die!

Die!

- What the...? - This isn't Gunmar.

It's...

- Otto. - Gunmar's possessing him.

Where are you? Why won't you fight me?

I already have what I want.

Trollmarket. We never should've left.

From this day forward, we will unite under one troll leader.

That leader is far greater than I. Greater than us all.

I give you Gunmar the Black, the Skullcrusher.

The Underlord of Trollmarket.

Uh... er... Gatto's gotta go.

- You've brought death. - We will not bow to Gunmar.

Trollmarket will never allow Gunmar to rule it.

Then you do not bow?

Never.

Kneel.

Usurna killed the Trollhunter.

Who else dares to challenge my authority?

Either you march beside me when we take back the surfacelands

or I will tread over your remains.

No! No! Mommy, help!

Hey, put me down, you scum!

My brother may still be here. Bring him to me.

Whoa! Ow!

- How do you like it? - I don't.

Not so pleasant, playing the part of a piñata.

That's more like it.

- The Trollhunter. You're alive? - Yep.

But you won't be for long if you don't start talking.

Oh, Blinkous. Gunmar has the Heartstone.

Once he regains his strength, nothing will rival his power.

This is futile, brother.

The only troll I would call my brother died today,

and his name was Vendel.

Make it stop.

Whatever you're planning, let the trolls go.

This is between Gunmar and me.

Don't you see, boy? Gunmar's army was lost in the Darklands.

It's time for our race to emerge from the shadows and retake the surface...

That's enough of that.

He's turning Trollmarket into his army?

Indeed. His forces grow with every troll he converts.

We need to save our friends.

What's gonna happen to Trollmarket? What's gonna happen to our town?

We save as many as we can. We evacuate Trollmarket.

Yeah, but how do we just get them outta here?

- With this. - Claire, that is a weapon of Dark Magic.

To manifest a portal that large for that duration, why, it will...

- Kill you. - Or worse, corrupt your soul.

I don't care. I have to try.

No. You're not risking your life.

Jim, you risked everything to save my brother

because it was right. Now it's my turn.

- Wait. We could use the Gyre. - Tobias is right.

Claire, Tobias, man the Gyre station.

I'll operate it and get everyone to safety.

Aaarrrgghh!!!, Master Jim, you have some trolls to liberate.

At last.

I thought this day would never come.

Take of the Heartstone, my Underlord. Become strong once more.

No! No!

Hail King Gunmar, and all that.

You're alive. Long live the Trollhunter!

Get all the trolls to the Gyre!

I'll do my part.

- This way to the Gyre. Move! - Go, get on board.

Take them to the forest. It's secluded and safe.

And take this.

Keep them coming.

With only one Gyre, it will take many a trip.

Buckle up.

Great grumbly gruesome.

Oh!

Oh, dear.

Go, go!

We have developed a small problem.

I'll call you back. Hide.

Master Jim, there's 30 yards of sunlight we cannot traverse.

- We have to wait until nightfall. - If we wait, they'll find us.

I'll send help. You just keep that Gyre moving.

How are you climbing that rope so fast, Pepperjack?

- I've been training, Coach. - Buttsnack! Buttsnack!

Well, well, well, if it isn't Lake.

Are you calling to tell me what a loser you are?

If you know what I think you know, then I need your help.

With what, buttsnack?

You know what.

Huh. Maybe I don't know what you're talking about.

I know you saw me, Steve. You were in the school.

I was in my armor.

- I'm listening. - They need your help.

- What do they need? - Shade.

I don't know. Blankets, sheets, banners, whatever you can find.

They'll die if they're in the sun.

Die? Oh! Kinda like vampire rules. Of course.

Don't worry. I got you covered.

Ha. Get it? Covered, like shade, like shade.

I'll text you a location.

- It's creep-saving time. - I'm ready.

We have to slow down. The trolls are piling up on the other side.

They're piling up here too.

There's so many of them.

We come in peace.

- Thank you, fleshling. - You're welcome, ma'am.

Sir? Creeper?

Whatever.

- What is the meaning of this? - The Trollhunter escaped.

He's alive? No troll has ever survived the Deep.

He is no troll.

He's trying to evacuate Trollmarket as we speak.

We must warn Gunmar.

And interrupt him? What do you think he'll do

when he finds out you failed to kill the boy

and allowed all this to happen?

Seal every exit. No one escapes.

And no one, no one disturb Gunmar

until the Trollhunter is captured or dead.

Get in line. Don't worry.

Plenty of room on the Freedom Express.

Oh, no! Jimbo, it's Draal!

Aaarrrgghh!!!, seal the door!

Sealed.

What about the others? There's still more to save.

Jim, who's gonna save us?

- We must keep the Gyre moving. - Let's go. Get on board.

They sealed the exits.

When the wall breaks,

show no mercy.

It's only a matter of time before they break through and enslave us all.

We can't fight off an army, Jim.

- We're sitting ducks. - Dead ducks.

- What's the holdup? - Something's wrong.

When the wall falls, hold nothing back and leave my brother to me!

- Wait, Claire, what are you doing? - There's another way.

- Can't make a portal that big. - It'll kill you.

If we do nothing, we're all dead.

You would do the same. You did do the same.

I wasn't thinking. There's gotta be another way.

Guys, wall breaking.

Don't do this, kid.

You saved my brother. Let me save you.

Tell my parents I love 'em.

- Don't! - Claire!

Claire!

It's killing her!

Claire!

You're not doing this alone.

Third wheel coming in!

Right here.

Master Jim was correct.

We are stronger together!

Count me in, sis!

Holy shish kebabs!

- Hmm? - Hmm.

Let me guess, they're not here.

Oh!

Whoa.

Claire!

Claire!

Did we die?

Almost.

But a life of "almost" is a life of never. We made it!

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

Thanks, guys. I owe ya.

Yeah, you owe us, big time.

Maybe you can start by answering a few thousand questions.

We'll talk, later.

Yes!

Our home is gone. Vendel is dead.

Who will lead us now?

- His staff? - Your staff.

Master Jim.

Don't make it weird.

What now, Blink?

We survived another day.

But these forests are not secure.

We will wait until midnight and seek safe haven.

Gunmar will not give up. And he'll have an army.

Gunmar! Gunmar! Gunmar! Gunmar!

Gunmar! Gunmar! Gunmar!

Gunmar! Gunmar! Gunmar! Gunmar!

Gunmar! Gunmar! Gunmar!

Come on in, guys!

Hey, Mom, I'm home.

Hello...?

Ah, Young Atlas.

Strickler?

I hear you have quite the workload ahead of you.

Perhaps Ms. Nomura and I can offer some guidance.

Pale Lady, here I bring Angor Rot.

My champion.

Again you shall rise and set me free.

As for you, my child, we are linked now.

Now and for all of time.

Your essence and mind, we are one.

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