"Arrow Rain is here!
"Raise your shield!"
"Raise your shield quickly!"
Accompanied by hoarse roars, the Allied Forces and Warriors raised their inferior shields made of wood and leather one after another, gathered nearby and squatted down to huddle up, trying to reduce or even avoid the damage that the arrows might cause to themselves.
After all, they just have relatively primitive thinking and a serious lack of discipline. They are not really stupid.
But unfortunately, these people don't know that Arathor Empire's long-range crossbowmen no longer use the original arrowheads made of bone, stone and bronze, but use steel arrowheads with extremely strong penetrating power.
Its appearance and the raw materials and processes required for refining it were all done by Allen himself.
Not to mention the light shield made of wood and leather, even the heavy shield wrapped in double iron sheets may not be able to completely block it.
And in order to convince the nobles of the Empire to use the few Fine Steel on arrows instead of making melee weapons or armor, Soladin spent a lot of effort.
Now, it finally demonstrates its desperate power.
There was no surprise. When the arrows fell from the sky and struck the surface of the shield, almost no shield could block these Armor-piercing Heavy Arrows.
In just a few seconds, thousands of unlucky people fell to the ground screaming, more or less with a few arrows stuck in their bodies.
Those who were lucky enough to get a direct hit were killed on the spot.
Those unfortunate ones need to endure great pain and try to pull the arrow out of their bodies, otherwise they will be unable to move at all and will only be killed by the next round of Arrow Rain in severe pain, or they will slowly drain out the last drop of blood and die.
Obviously, before the establishment of the Arathor Empire, there had never been such a terrifying long-range weapon in the war between human tribes.
In fact, humans in the Horde era prefer to use close-range throwing weapons such as javelins and throwing axes when fighting.
As for bows and arrows, they need to be used in conjunction with poison for hunting.
When it comes to fighting, the main thing is to get close and fight hand-to-hand to determine the winner.
But now, these Horde Allied Forces suddenly discovered that Soladin's army was completely different from what they imagined. Just one round of projectiles caused an unimaginable heavy blow to their own side.
Just look at those Warrior who were charging forward with high morale just a few seconds ago, but are now retreating like a tide, and you will know how fearful they are in their hearts.
Coupled with the wounded soldiers who were stranded in the same place and kept wailing, everyone was stunned and didn't know how to command next.
Because in the cognition of these tribal leaders, there is no "experience" in dealing with such situations.
When they rule and make decisions on a daily basis, they often rely most on the "experience" left by their predecessors.
This is why each tribe will elect several elders to provide the leader with necessary advice when needed.
The "experience and lessons" accumulated by a tribe are passed down bit by bit through these elderly people.
But right now, this kind of Arrow Rain that can bring death and despair has never appeared before.
There is no so-called "experience" to draw from.
"Damn it! Did the guy named Soladin get help from the gods? Why could his blacksmith create such sharp arrows? "A tribal leader asked with gritted teeth, clutching an arrow he had just dug out from his subordinate Warrior's thigh.
Especially the strange-shaped arrow tip, which is completely different from the flat arrows they Horde use for hunting.
Obviously, this thing is specially designed to penetrate strong armor and shields.
Only such an arrow could cause the horrific death Arrow Rain just now.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the arrows used in ordinary Horde battles to penetrate shields or hard leather armor.
Moreover, the triangular end of the arrow tip has a sharp barb.
The unlucky guy who just pulled out the arrow by force has now fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.
He had no idea how terrible the tearing of muscles and blood vessels would be if he rashly pulled out the arrow.
As a result, he accidentally cut open a large artery and the bleeding continued, and he was probably going to die in a few seconds.
This phenomenon did not occur in just one or two people, but in more than 70% of the people who forcibly pulled out the arrows, they experienced life-threatening bleeding.
Since no one has dreamed about Naaru yet, Power of Holy Light has not yet been mastered, and there is no Priest that has the ability to heal. When encountering such a situation where bleeding continues, there is basically no other treatment method except waiting for death.
"Sorry, we know very little about Soladin and the Arathor Empire he founded. But one thing is certain, if we fail this time, our tribe will disappear completely. Are you willing to see your wives and children reduced to slavery? Are you willing to see the land you live on being seized and the wealth, food and livestock you have accumulated taken away? "Another tribal leader asked loudly at the top of his voice.
You don't need to ask to know that he was trying to boost morale by describing the horrific consequences of defeat and restore the fighting spirit of those Warrior who felt desperate.
No one is a real fool.
All the tribal leaders present knew very well that perhaps these ordinary Warrior and civilians would not be pardoned after defeat and would be absorbed into the Arathor Empire's subjects, but those who took the initiative to lead the resistance would definitely be killed without mercy.
So there is no way out for them.
Even if it is a desperate gamble, it must not be surrendered.
Soon, after a short discussion, Allied Forces finally launched another attack.
Learning from the tragic results of rushing upwards in a chaotic swarm, this time they were a little "smarter" and first let the cavalry attack from both wings, hoping to attract the attention of the enemy archers with their speed.
The infantry were all dispersed to prevent being mass-killed by the dense Arrow Rain.
I have to say that this method is really effective, and I didn't even suffer any long-range hits during the charge.
The reason is simple!
Emperor Thoradin would never waste his precious arrows for such a rabble.
But the price is that when Phalanx rushed into the infantry, he immediately suffered a devastating blow.
From contact to collapse, he didn't even hold on for five minutes, and he fell into a full-scale rout again. He was bitten by his opponent and couldn't escape.
As for the light cavalry on both wings, they were hoisted up and beaten by Horse Archer formed by the Arathor Empire.
Can neither catch up nor escape.
I could only watch helplessly as my companions around me were continuously hit by arrows, and then led off the horse.
As the number of people became smaller and smaller, some Warrior's subconscious survival instinct began to kick in. They threw away their weapons, got off their horses, and knelt on the ground in an extremely humble posture, begging the enemy to forgive themselves.
Similarly, Allied Forces infantrymen on the frontal battlefield also began to drop their weapons in batches and choose to surrender.
There is no doubt that this cannot be called a war at all. It is more like Arathor Empire giving a vivid military lesson to these humans who are still in the era of Horde control.
Tell them that only by abandoning the ignorant traditions of the past and embracing Empire can they become stronger to resist the Trolls that is increasingly active in the north.
Of course, in this one-sided battle, many tenacious and brave Warrior emerged from Allied Forces.
They are not only rich in combat experience, but also highly skilled. They can often defeat an enemy with one enemy without falling behind.
Whenever he finds such a person, Artoria will take the initiative and convince the other person with the sword in his hand, making him swear to serve Empire.
By the time the war was over, Soladin had not only gained hundreds of thousands of people, as well as the land, wealth, and livestock they occupied, but they had also gained the allegiance of more than a hundred powerful Warrior.
And these Warrior, without exception, were canonized as royal knights on the spot and were directly commanded by the emperor himself.
"It's finally over! From now on, all humanity will be united under one flag. "Soladin said with high spirits.
"No! It's not over! But it's just the beginning! Don't forget, unifying humanity is only the first step in your grand plan, and the real test comes next. "Allen corrected meaningfully.
Soladin nodded quickly. "You are right. We will spend the next ten years multiplying the population, accumulating food and livestock, mining mines and building more agricultural tools, weapons and equipment to prepare for the decisive battle with the cruel and bloodthirsty Trolls in the north. But before that, I still have one thing to do, which is to stabilize and balance the situation within the Empire through political marriage. To put it simply, I want to marry a Queen."
"Oh? Who are you going to marry? "Allen had an unexpected expression on his face.
"The daughter of a tribal leader who can bring me huge political benefits. This tribe has a large number of stonemasons who can help me build a wall, a magnificent and strong City Wall, to resist attacks from Trolls."
When he said these words, Soladin's tone did not fluctuate at all, as if building this magnificent City Wall was the key, and marrying a wife was just an additional condition.
This awareness alone is enough to prove that he is a mature emperor and knows how to use his status to make some exchanges of interests.
"Build a wall?"
The "Wall of Soladin" that separates Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Foothills instantly appeared in Allen's mind.
He originally thought that this City Wall would not start until the construction of Imperial Capital Stromgarde was completed at least a few years later.
But who would have thought that Soladin would be so impatient.
Perhaps it was the previously collected information about Trolls that gave Emperor, a talented and resourceful person, a sense of crisis.
After all, compared with the Amani Empire, newborn Human Empire is as fragile as a baby.
At this time, it is undoubtedly a good idea to build a City Wall in a dangerous place for defense.
Thinking of this, Allen immediately agreed, "Wise choice. Relying on this indestructible City Wall, we can expand to areas outside City Wall and establish immigration strongholds. If you encounter a small group of Trolls, kill them mercilessly. If there is a large-scale Trolls invasion, all humans in the settlements will be withdrawn to City Wall to defend them. Repeatedly, not only can the number of Trolls be reduced, but their living space can also be compressed, forcing them to continue to shrink deeper into the forest."
"I thought so too. However, building this City Wall requires a lot of financial, manpower and material resources. With the Empire's current fragile finances, it simply cannot be maintained for a long time. I need your help, teacher. "Soladin made the request directly without any disguise.
Because in his eyes, this teacher who taught him knowledge since he was a child and called him a teacher is almost omniscient and omnipotent.
If you encounter an unsolvable problem, just look for Allen and you will definitely get the perfect solution.
Looking at the expectant eyes of this World of Warcraft, the first Emperor in human history, Allen couldn't help but smile and responded, "Actually, the way is very simple, that is to send the army to arrest Trolls and Fish-Men are under our control, and we put shackles on them and force them to perform overloaded labor. Trolls, in particular, has unimaginable self-recovery capabilities. They can adapt to very heavy physical labor without dying easily. In addition, they have a tradition of cannibalism, so they will never refuse to include Fish-Men and similar animals in their diet. The same goes for. The same applies to Fish-Men. In short, by creating hatred between Trolls and Fish-Men, making them hate each other more than humans, they can supervise each other and avoid riots to the greatest extent."
"You mean... capture Trolls and Fish-Men as slaves, and then use them as food for each other?" Soladin had an extremely shocked expression on his face.
He originally thought that his heart was dark enough, but now compared with the teacher, he looked like a kind and good person.
What is cruelty?
What is viciousness?
That's it!
Artoria, who heard these words next to him, stared at Allen as if he were a monster.
But Allen didn't care about this. He just shrugged indifferently and explained, "You should know that Arathi Highlands is not peaceful right now, and there are still many Trolls tribes operating nearby. Those Fish-Men cannot be killed no matter how hard they are killed, seriously threatening the safety of rivers and coastlines. And my method can just solve all problems at once. There are problems. And during the capture process, you can keep all the troops in combat by bringing in veterans. If the nobles and merchants find out that these Trolls and Fish-Men can be used as slaves, they will definitely capture them and trade them. In this way, Empire can also collect a part of the tax to alleviate the current financial situation."
"Damn it! My dear teacher, you are really a terrible devil. Well, I agree with your suggestion. Anyway, people like you and me will be Hell sooner or later after death."
Soladin took out a pen and paper while complaining, and quickly recorded the detailed process of the matter, preparing to start immediately after returning to Stromgarde under construction.
Compared to the life and death of Trolls and Fish-Men, he is obviously more concerned about whether City Wall can be built quickly...