"One percent of the centaurs died, and three percent of the centaurs were seriously injured. ”

A bandaged centaur chief followed the young leader, reporting in an astringent tone.

Not far away, the centaur shaman lay on his bed, the smell of herbs in the air.

The centaur shaman was pale, his eyes closed, and only the slight on his chest told people that he was still alive.

"How's the shaman? ”

The young leader stopped, he half-crouched down, and his hands grasped the shaman's hands, which were calloused hands with horizontal and vertical scars, completely different from those of the pampered spellcasters.

"The injuries have stabilized, but I will not be able to participate in the fight for a short time. ”

The chief who followed him looked away, not daring or wanting to look at the shaman's appearance, even though it had become a reality, he still couldn't accept the appearance of a powerful shaman lying on his bed.

"Those two bastards!"

The young centaur leader, gritting his teeth, cursed famine and pestilence.

Because of that order, their centaurs engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Scandinavian cavalry in the least adept way, and although they perfectly accomplished the task of intercepting halfway, they also suffered huge losses themselves.

When the leader of the centaurs, covered in blood, saluted the famine and reported it, the famine pretended to be generous and let them return to the city to rest.

The Scandinavian cavalry was intercepted, but this did not mean that the Scandinavians had no way to take those gnolls, seeing that the cavalry could not quickly enter the battlefield, Gomm did not hesitate to invest in the elven troops and let them use enchanted arrows.

In fact, Gom still has regular troops in his hands that can enter the battlefield, such as the elven sword dancer, but the actual combat has shown that the elven sword dancer is a light warrior who is more suitable for one-on-one heads-up, or guerrilla warfare.

Therefore, Gohm would rather let these sword dancers put down their blades and pick up bows and arrows to join the battlefield as slightly qualified archers than let them engage in white-knuckle combat.

Under the attack of the elves, the slingering troops of the jackals quickly collapsed, and without the harassment of the gnolls, the dwarves shot one by one, almost by lining up to shoot, to eliminate the ogres and trolls in the field.

In less than two days after joining the battlefield, the team of ogres and trolls was almost wiped out, and it is conceivable that for a long time to come, the merchants walking in Scandinavia did not need to worry about bandits who did not know when to rush out.

However, famine and plague were not without regard to the situation, the Scandinavians could throw in the elves, and the Attila army could likewise throw the forces of the trolls into the battlefield.

Before entering the battlefield, Famine clearly told the trolls that in this battle, their target was those elves from the beginning, and after the elves appeared, they must use all their strength to make every elf die as much as possible.

Famine also told the trolls information about the elves and the magic arrows they possessed, and avoided them as much as possible, as the trolls suffered significant losses due to unequal information.

Unlike the trolls, who have no brains and only muscles, the trolls, who are still outside the Attila army system, are a race that can make Famine take seriously.

The reason is very simple, they have wisdom, and there are not weak spellcasters in the tribe, and they can really help the Attila army in terms of combat, because the battle with the participation of the spellcaster and the battle without the participation of the caster have always been two levels.

The trolls, who had received the order, waited in an area outside the city walls with peace of mind, which was already outside the shooting distance of the elves, and leisurely watched the trolls and ogres become less and less attacked by the dwarves.

While the gnolls' attack had brought the dwarves to a standstill, the trolls had not attacked, but they had already stood up, grabbed their weapons, put their gear in order, and smeared poison on their weapons.

It is a toxin extracted from the bodies of various poisons in the forest, and it has a terrible effect on living things, even if it is a large body and a strong life force like trolls and ogres, if these toxins invade the body, they can't last too long, and they will die.

"Ready, those guys are ready to come on. ”

The leader of the trolls had already seen the Scandinavian cavalry that had suddenly appeared on the battlefield and had been intercepted by the cavalry, and he knew that at this time, there were not many regular troops at their disposal.

The cavalry is intercepted, the warriors are fighting, the dwarves are operating the defenses, and the only ones left are the elves, as for those treants or giants, which are scarce in number and powerful, and can be called strategic soldiers, they are the hole cards that cannot be easily used.

If he was the commander of the other party, he would not have been at this time, when the situation had not yet fallen into an unsolvable stalemate, he would definitely not have put in the hole cards, as if it was yesterday, the loss of more than a dozen or twenty giants was definitely a major blow.

"Cheer up, it's time to give those guys with long ears a good look. ”

The long-eared guys refer to the elves, and in the eyes of the trolls, those elves are just hypocrites who like to be high and occupy the moral high ground, and always like to use this and that reason to encroach on their territory and interfere with their behavior.

In the forest, trolls can compete with the power of elves, but because elves are more agile, it is difficult for them to kill an elf, and their toxins must be hit to kill enemies, and the same is true for spells.

So, when the elves appeared at the top of the wall, on top of the tower, and began to rain arrows on the slingers of the gnolls, all the trolls got excited, and they lowered their voices and roared, hoping that they could kill those pesky guys.

"Shut up, be quiet, listen to my orders, whoever acts without permission, I will definitely screw off his head and hang it at the door of the tribe. ”

The leader of the trolls whispered, he was now waiting for an opportunity, the best chance to attack, to crush the elves in one fell swoop, making it impossible for them to fight back.

This opportunity soon came, the elves have now appeared, and began to attack the gnolls, when the gnolls are defeated and retreat, they will definitely not let go of the results of the battle, and will speed up the frequency of attacks, and when the gnolls' slingering troops completely leave the battlefield, the elves who have been carrying out high-intensity attacks will also fall into a state of exhaustion, at that time, it is the opportunity for trolls.

"Soon, soon, wait. ”

The leader of the trolls repeated over and over again that he was the most hated of all trolls for elves, because his parents had died at the hands of elves because they wanted to hunt a moon deer in the spring.

This is something that cannot be forgiven, something that can never be relieved by a few simple words, only with the blood of the elves can he feel a little comfort.

Therefore, he will never allow anyone to get in the way of his plans.

"Ready! I'm smearing your weapons with poison. ”

In cold climates, a blade coated with poison can easily form a layer of ice on the surface, which can affect the spread and effectiveness of the toxin.

"I'll give you, I'll only give you 10 seconds. ”

The trolls acted quickly, and the prestige of the troll leader made them dare not refute or disobey.

"Aim at the elves on those towers, understand me, I'll just repeat, your goal is only elves, only elves, do you hear?!I don't want you to kill the dwarves, I don't want you to kill the humans, I just want those damned elves to die, I'm saying it again, if you don't hear clearly, I'll screw off his head and hang it at the door of the tribe. ”

The leaders of the trolls have always been so authoritarian, even if they have a basic civilization and culture, it can't change the fact that they use fear to build prestige, but it has to be said that in many cases, such dictatorships can achieve good results, as long as their leaders are strong enough and smart enough, they can lead them to grow and develop.

The elves noticed the existence of trolls, and they always had a disgust for these ugly and ugly creatures, and although they didn't know why they didn't attack, they were not wary of trolls at all.

However, vigilance does not change the situation that they must put the elves on the gnolls, this is a war, they need to focus on the big picture as a part of the army, they need to kill the gnolls more than they hate and dislike the trolls, so that the dwarves can quickly deal with the trolls and ogres.

The trolls and ogres had already inflicted a lot of damage on the Scandinavians, and without the Scandinavians as the main force, the battle would not have been fought, and the elves and dwarves could sit back and wait for the liquidation of the Attila army.

"Be careful!"

A panicked voice sounded in the elf's ears, and before an elf could react as he watched the defeated gnolls and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his body soared into the air and slammed into the railing of the arrow tower.

Sharp pain came from his abdomen, and he looked down to see an arm-thick javelin piercing through his abdomen, pinning him to the top of the railing, blood pouring from the wound, staining his clothes red, and dripping to the ground.

The elf reached out to grasp the javelin, but found that his strength was leaving his body, his eyelids became heavy, and bursts of sharp pain came from all over his body.

The contents of his eyes became blurred, consciousness gradually dissipated, and in a matter of seconds, the life had left the elf's body, and next to him, another elf had also died, with a javelin stuck in his back, and he fell to the ground motionless.

The javelin thrown by the troll achieved excellent results in the first round, with a hit rate of almost 60%, and because of the poison applied to the javelin, the elves who were hit lost their lives in a short period of time.

This wave of javelins completely blinded the elves, some of them fell directly from the tower in panic, falling to their deaths on the ground below, while others began to attack the trolls, and were later killed by the second wave of trolls' javelins.

Only a very small percentage of the elves will choose to lie on the ground, so that the trolls cannot aim and attack, these are the elite of the elves, they know what to do when dealing with an attack, how to save themselves, how to wait for the next counterattack.

"Get down, get down for me!"

The elven commander shouted loudly and ordered, his whole body covered in dust and looked particularly embarrassed, and when the trolls attacked in the first wave, he was crushed by his guards and flashed the javelin.

"Don't fight back!

"It's not time to fight back, hurry up and save the wounded, those javelins are smeared with toxins, go get the antidote. ”

Years of experience fighting trolls have given the elves what to do at this time, and the toxins in it, after so many years of research, they have also concocted a potion that can be interpreted.

It's a pity that this time, in order to participate in this war, the trolls took out the toxins at the bottom of the box for the resources and territories promised by the famine after the war.

Before the antidote could be obtained, the poisoned elves had already died, and the antidote had no effect at all.

"It's all said don't fight back, you know? It's not time for us to fight back. ”

The elven commander shouted as he pointed to an elf who had risen from behind cover and tried to fight back, and he watched as the young elf drew his bow and prepared to shoot an arrow, when he was hit in the head with a javelin, and the great kinetic energy ripped the elf's head off his neck and fell in front of him.

"Elves, Lord Gorm tells you to stop fighting back and reorganize your ranks. ”

At this time, a Scandinavian herald came to the elf, he glanced at the dead head at his feet, and then conveyed the order from Gom to the elf.

"You have been fighting for a while now, you need to rest, I need you to rest and recover as soon as possible, this is a war, a war of survival, please don't bring too much personal emotions into this critical war. ”

The herald recounted Gorm's orders, and it was clear that Gorm didn't want the elves to suffer too much damage, didn't want them to do something irrational out of anger, and didn't want their personal emotions to affect Gorm's plans.

Both elves and dwarves were important forces in Gohm's hands, and as a qualified commander, not a Scandinavian leader, he even believed that one elf or dwarf could be as useful in war as ten Scandinavians.

In fact, through the defensive equipment and the elven archery, he thought that there was nothing wrong with it, and the elves and dwarves played a pivotal role in this war.