In the endless wilderness, countless Trolls Warrior are marching slowly.
The reason why it is so slow is that on the one hand, too much physical energy is consumed when climbing over the mountains, and because there is no adequate rest for a long time, the whole person is in a state of extreme fatigue.
On the other hand, they are hungry right now and haven't had their stomachs filled for a long time.
After all, this invasion was originally unable to carry too many supplies.
According to Trolls's original idea, just fight all the way over and directly eat humans and the poultry and livestock they raise.
But who would have thought that as soon as he walked out of the mountain, he would be discovered by patrolling scouts, and then Allen gave the order to strengthen the walls and clear the country.
Not to mention fresh meat, there wasn't even an iron pot left for cooking.
In desperation, these Forest Trolls can only use their own specialty - hunting, kill all the animals and wild beasts they encounter along the way, and then eat the bloody raw meat.
The cruelty and bloodiness of the scene was simply horrifying.
But even so, it still cannot satisfy the appetite of tens of thousands of Trolls troops.
They were so hungry that some guys couldn't hold it any longer and started secretly plotting against their own kind.
Various incidents of knocking Sap behind his back and killing people and eating their corpses are repeated.
But even so, the warlord is still optimistic about the war.
Because he knew that humans could not keep dragging their families back and running away.
One day, they will stop somewhere.
When the time comes, all he needs to do is let the brave and fearless Trolls Warrior rush forward, and he will be able to get enough food at once.
That's right!
In the eyes of this warlord, human beings themselves are the most ideal source of food for his troops.
But just when he was thinking about how to deal a heavy blow to the newly established Human Empire, a human figure riding Warhorse suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.
This figure looked so lonely that there was no one around.
But as the distance got closer, the warlord finally saw something that made his eyes bloodshot, a human head hanging next to the saddle.
To be precise, it was the head of Raptor Cavalry commander Gale whom he sent not long ago.
As the commander of the only mobile force, the appearance of Gale's head here means that Raptor Cavalry, known as the elite Amani Empire, has been completely annihilated.
The warlord couldn't imagine how the other party did this.
You must know that human beings today neither know magic nor have been enlightened by Holy Light. They are just a group of "barbarians" who have just finished Tribal Era.
"Why, you seem surprised?"
Allen cut the rope and threw the bloody head over, completely ignoring the malicious Trolls who surrounded him from both sides.
"Did you really defeat my Raptor Cavalry?" There was strong doubt in the warlord's tone.
Until now, he still holds the hope of luck in his heart and hopes that Gale's death was just an accident.
But unfortunately, Allen immediately tore up this luck. "Well, that's right. I set a trap and killed all the Raptor Cavalrys under your command. Like you, he was too arrogant and made the mistake of underestimating the enemy. If you don't believe it, you can send someone to the hilly area not far away to check. But don't blame me for not reminding you that their deaths were a bit tragic and almost impossible to identify."
Hearing these words, the warlord suddenly showed a fierce look, narrowed his eyes and asked, "So you are here to provoke?"
"Provocation? No, no, no, I'm not that boring. I'm just here to tell you and Amani Empire behind you a fact. The era of Trolls has passed, and the next one will be the era of mankind. You will definitely lose this war."
Allen used Troll language to issue an assertion to all Trolls in public.
Not only that, he also deliberately pulled the rope in his hand to make all Trolls pay attention to the head on the ground.
moment!
All little movements stopped.
Everyone who knew Gale invariably opened their eyes wide, looking at the head stained red with blood, with fear and despair remaining in the pupils.
Anyone who is not a fool can realize what a terrible sight he saw before he died.
No one knows what this warrior, who was highly regarded by the warlord, saw!
No one knows how those hundreds of elite Raptor Cavalry were completely wiped out!
But one thing is certain.
Human beings are no longer objects that can be captured and hunted at will.
Rather, it is a race that is rising and threatening Amani Empire's rule over the northern region of the continent.
After all, the last enemy that could annihilate so many Raptor Cavalrys was High Elf in the northern Silvermoon City.
From Allen's face, Troll Warlord saw ridicule, contempt and naked contempt.
These were his previous views on mankind.
But now, after just one confrontation, everything seems to have been reversed.
retreat?
This idea suddenly popped into the Overseer's mind.
Because after losing Raptor Cavalry, he could no longer resist the harassment of Human Cavalry.
If we continue to move forward, we will undoubtedly drag the entire Withered Tree Tribe force into the abyss of destruction and death.
But soon, he gave up this idea.
The reason is simple!
If he withdraws in despair, he may face criticism from other senior officials of the Amani Empire, and he may even be sent to the altar in the name of defeat as a sacrifice to the gods.
Trolls's traditions and customs are undoubtedly primitive, barbaric and bloody.
As a high-ranking warlord, he knows this better than anyone else.
So I would rather bury all these tens of thousands of Withered Troll Warrior on this land than give Human Empire a fierce and fatal blow.
Thinking of this, the warlord's eyes became dangerous again, and he opened his mouth and sneered, "Human, you are very arrogant and brave. But do you know what it means to be provocative in front of me?"
"What does it mean?" Allen asked while riding on horseback, raising his chin slightly.
"It means death! Come on! Catch him!"
The warlord roared and gave orders to all Trolls Warrior around him.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Trolls rushed up from all directions, trying to pull the helpless humans in front of them from their horses.
Unfortunately, they ignored one thing, and that was the strength of their opponents.
Allen Without even a second's hesitation, he pulled out the giant sword and swung it back violently, cutting six or seven unlucky people in half.
Then he urged the horses to run forward and killed more than a dozen people again.
Not only that!
He also broke into the position of the warlord and left a humiliating sword mark on the opponent's face with his sword.
If he got a little closer, half of his head might be chopped off.
But unfortunately, there is no such opportunity anymore.
When the Amanis nearby Dire Bear Cavalry who were specially sent to protect the warlord saw this, they immediately roared and rushed over, trying to throw Warhorse to the ground.
Allen doesn't want to lose his Warhorse, and then tries to see if he can kill all the tens of thousands of Trolls by himself.
This was not in line with the character he had set for himself, so without saying a word, he immediately turned around and fought his way out.
All the spears and javelins thrown by Trolls along the way failed to break through the giant sword's defense.
Some Witch Doctor, mystics and Shaman wanted to keep Allen behind by casting spells, but without exception, they were all pierced by spears and javelins thrown backhand, and were nailed to death in place.
one person!
One horse!
In this way, being chased and intercepted by thousands of Trolls, he forced his way out and finally walked away.
Although several Dire Bear Cavalrys tried to track and intercept them, their mounts were too big to be used in a place like this where Trollss were everywhere.
I could only watch as Allen disappeared over the horizon with an unscrupulous smile.
What's even more frightening is that what he did severely damaged the originally high morale of Trolls.
So much so that the warlord had to order the army to stop and repair on the spot.
Because if repairs are not carried out, some small tribes will probably start sneaking into the deep mountains and forests to escape.
Don't think that Amani Empire is monolithic.
Quite the opposite!
On the surface they are called Empire, but in fact they are divided into the Amani Tribe, Fangs Tribe, Evil Branch Tribe, Withered Tree Tribe, Rotten Moss Tribe and so on.
And Witherbark is just one of the big tribes.
Under these large tribes, there are countless small tribes.
Among them, Amani Tribe has the largest population, is good at witchcraft, and is brave in combat. In addition, they made great achievements when fighting against the Bugman Empire and Old Gods slaves, so they naturally became the ruling class of the Empire.
Among them, the warlord is a senior person from the Amani Tribe, who is sent to command and supervise the war between the Withered Tree Tribe and humans.
If the war goes well, the people of the Withered Tree Tribe will naturally not be dissatisfied, because this is originally the ancient tradition of the Amani Empire.
But now, when the war is unfavorable and morale is low, all kinds of ideas will inevitably pop up.
In fact, during the tug-of-war with the northern High Elf Kingdom, many small tribes disobeyed orders and ran away secretly.
This is also one of the proofs of the decline of the Amani Empire.
Just when Troll Warlord began to think of ways to revive their morale and get some fresh meat to fill the bellies of these hungry men, Allen had already caught up with the retreating cavalry and returned to the fortified town with them.
Compared with when we left, not only the height and thickness of City Wall have been greatly improved, but also many watchtowers and arrow towers have been built densely.
In addition, the moat has been dug deeper and wider, and in some places a large number of stones and logs used to defend the city have even been stored.
When these cavalrymen, loaded with Trolls heads and trophies, passed through the city gate, the expectant crowd suddenly burst into cheers.
In times of war, nothing brings greater joy to the affected people than the death of the enemy.
Lyle rushed out immediately and asked loudly, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
"Of course I'm fine. It's just that one-third of those brave soldiers didn't come back alive. Immediately provide pensions to their families in the name of the lord, and provide corresponding tax relief policies. I don't want the relatives of these soldiers to suffer any bullying! Don't be afraid of spending money, I guarantee that when the war is over, we will get a large amount of amazing wealth."
With that said, Allen dismounted and handed the mount to the servant to take to the stable for washing and feeding.
His black horse had been dyed dark red by the blood in the battle, its hair was all stuck together, and it exuded a pungent fishy smell.
If you don't wash it properly, you will probably attract a lot of mosquitoes soon, and you may even get skin diseases.
Lyle nodded quickly. "Understood! I will tell people to do it immediately. But before that, can you tell me the result of the battle?"
"The result? I wiped out more than 600 of the enemy's most elite Raptor Cavalry, and even chopped off the head of their commander and sent it to Troll Warlord. If nothing else, the enemy will be unable to launch an attack within a week. Take advantage of this time to continue to strengthen this fortress, and at the same time gather all the soldiers who can ride horses."
Allen As he spoke, he took off his blood-stained armor and clothes under the service of his attendants, then walked into the bathroom naked and began to wash away the dirt on his body.
In the blink of an eye, what was originally a large bucket of crystal clear water turned a creepy red.
A large amount of clotted blood disperses immediately after encountering hot water.
When he saw that his Lord Duke had no wounds or scratches at all, Lyle was completely relieved and exclaimed with joy on his face, "You wiped out hundreds of Trolls's Raptor Cavalry? My God! This is a feat that has never been accomplished by humans! I believe that His Majesty the Emperor will reward you for this."
But Allen shook his head indifferently and explained, "You are focusing on the wrong point. Just imagine, when those Trolls who have lost their mobility are moving in the open area and suddenly encounter harassment and raids by Horse Archer, how will they respond?"
"You mean... to rely on bows and arrows to force those Trollss to lose sight of each other, and eventually their morale collapses and they run away? And we use the speed of the cavalry to follow them and kill them?"
Lyle understood the meaning instantly, lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
After about three to five seconds, he raised his head and said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid the poison we have in stock cannot support such a large amount of consumption."
"Oh? How much poison is left in the inventory?"
Allen took the linen handed over by the maid, stood up and began to wipe the water drops on his body, and then started to put on clothes one by one.
As for the original pieces of clothing stained red by blood, it is estimated that in this era without strong decontamination washing powder or soap, they will never be able to be washed clean.
It is extremely difficult to wash out some of the original color, let alone clean it.
"It's probably enough to soak 10,000 to 12,000 arrows. And due to the outbreak of the war, we are temporarily unable to organize manpower to collect the rhizomes of those highly toxic plants in the wild, let alone refine them through complicated processes." Lyle quickly gave an approximate number.
These poisonous weeds were all discovered accidentally by Allen, who had been collecting various magical plants and herbs these years.
Obviously, Azerath interesting plants are not limited to the few herbs that appear in the game, there are also many unnamed and undiscovered species.