On the boundless plains, countless Troll warriors marched slowly.
They were moving so slowly partly because crossing the mountains had drained too much of their strength. Coupled with their inability to get sufficient rest for a long time, they were in a state of extreme exhaustion.
On the other hand, they were starving and had not eaten a proper meal in a long time.
After all, they had been unable to carry much in the way of supplies for this invasion.
According to the Trolls' original plan, they would simply fight their way forward and eat humans, along with the poultry and livestock they raised.
But who could have expected them to be discovered by patrolling scouts the moment they emerged from the mountains? Allen then issued the order to clear the land and fortify the defenses.
Forget fresh meat—there was not even an iron pot left for cooking.
With no other choice, these Forest Trolls could only put their specialty to use—hunting. They slaughtered every animal and beast they encountered along the way, then shared the bloody raw meat.
The sheer brutality and gore of the scene was enough to make one's skin crawl.
Yet even that could not fill the stomachs of the tens of thousands of Troll soldiers.
They were so hungry that some could no longer restrain themselves and began secretly setting their sights on their own kind.
Incidents of sneaking up behind others, knocking them unconscious, killing them, and eating their corpses continued despite repeated prohibitions.
Even so, the Warlord remained optimistic about the war.
Because he knew humans could not keep retreating and fleeing with their families forever.
One day, they would stop somewhere.
When that time came, all he had to do was send his brave and fearless Troll warriors charging in, and