Mograini was relieved that Mai had let go militarily.

Stationed in a pre-arranged camp, McDondon only asked Rivendell to discuss with Mograine on patrol or something, and even handed over the training to the people below, which made the whole camp seem orderly.

The only thing that made the two bigwigs feel uncomfortable was the extravagance of McDonald, and every day there were griffons who brought food over.

Admittedly, this is a human delicacy that ordinary nobles cannot enjoy, and considering that a griffin flies for almost 10 gold coins, Mograini is still staggered.

He was puzzled by the fact that he was sending these delicacies to elves of unknown origin.

On the third day, however, Mograine was startled when three trolls, tied up by the tendons of some kind of beast and like rice dumplings, were unnoticed and thrown to the main gate of the camp.

Trolls are a very fierce and intelligent race, usually like hunchbacks, and look a little taller than humans, about 2.1 meters, in fact, most of the trolls are about two and a half meters tall, and very few can be three meters tall.

Adult trolls are about 1.5 times more powerful than adult male humans, with similar agility and a very violent personality, which makes them very difficult to heal wounds at a high speed.

After all, as long as the other party's head is not injured, all wounds can heal quickly until the physical strength is exhausted.

Even if it is a well-trained soldier, if you don't manage to go up in a team of ten, you will be wiped out.

For a genuine knight, it is not difficult to kill a troll, and to catch a troll like this without damage would be a great test of strength.

Trolls are very clever and will flee when they see that humans are outnumbered. In the mountains and woodlands where they excel, no one can catch up with them.

Unexpectedly, the invisible allies actually have this ability?

Abidis was surprised: "Is the High Elf Ranger General here?" Impossible! Those long ears have always disliked humans. High elves with official status enter without permission, which is tantamount to a declaration of war. ”

McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: "It's not a ranger general, but it's better than a ranger general." Luckily, we're here to fight the trolls, otherwise they wouldn't have come. ”

When asked who it was, he refused to say again.

The barracks was lively.

Many soldiers saw a ferocious troll for the first time, and their legs trembled with fear.

"Whew! Woo-" The troll was shackled in heavy steel shackles around his neck, wrists, and ankles, and chained to chains as thick as a baby's arm, and was pulled by six strong men from all directions.

"Squeak quack!" Lux pulled the chain with all his might, and the chain creaked overwhelmingly.

Rivendell wielded a great sword, shouting a lecture to the tumultuous spearmen and swordsmen.

At this time they held wooden weapons in their hands, the heads of which were blunt, wrapped in a mass of white cloth and covered with red clay powder.

The swordsman holds a wooden sword without a blade.

"Listen, this is the enemy you're going to kill—the trolls!" Rivendell was domineering: "Normal attacks are useless. ”

With that, he stabbed his sword into the troll's shoulder, and the troll howled, his eyes reddened, and he swung his claws vigorously, but it was a pity that this was a typical impotent rage. The trolls pulled by Hercules can't hurt anyone.

In full view, the soldiers were amazed to see the legendary self-healing. The wound that was a finger long healed in a few strokes, leaving only a shallow scar.

"Thank you, Lord Duke, who is all-powerful, for your precious opportunity to fight before you go to that damned battlefield. All you have to do now is - spearmen in groups of six, swordsmen in groups of three, and in five minutes only one person can hit the troll's head to be qualified. ”

Speaking of this, he changed his words: "Failed guy, dinner is gone today!" Tell you, it's best not to treat this battle as a drill, if this is the real enemy, defeat is death! Dead people don't need dinner! ”

The colosseum was set up.

The three Scarlet Crusader swordsmen were the first to appear, and as they circled around in a zigzag pattern, the wrestlers suddenly loosened the chains from their hands.

At this time, everyone realized that the troll's shackles were actually made of magnets, and the long chain was sucked onto the shackles at once, turning into a very heavy burden.

A total of more than two hundred pounds of iron lumps were heavy, pressing on the limbs, slowing the troll's movements by more than a beat.

Although one swordsman accidentally broke the wooden sword with a sudden swing of his arm from the troll when he sent out a stabbing blow, the other swordsman succeeded in sneaking up.

"Excellent! Next group! ”

Several groups of swordsmen in a row have achieved good results, after all, most of the swordsmen are knights and slaves, and they have received strict swordsmanship training since childhood.

When it was the turn of the gunners, it was a bit miserable.

"Uhhhhh

The three spearmen swooped down and stabbed the troll's head, who would have thought that the troll had been beaten so many times, and he actually learned to be obedient, and his head was deflected, and he smashed three spears into slag with one hand.

"Roar!" In the midst of the exclamations of thousands of people, it actually caught a spearman who could not dodge, perhaps because it felt that the claws were too heavy, and it bit it.

"Ahh

Seeing that the gunman was about to die on the spot, a golden figure rushed up, "Bang Bang Bang", a fist the size of a casserole smashed the troll on the spot.

On the other side, the holy light fell at the right time, and the tragic wound also began to squirm and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the four writing priests, who read as macho men, the soldiers suddenly felt extremely relieved.

"Lord Uther—"

"Oooo Long live the Holy Light! The soldiers cheered.

With the support of the Holy Light Technique, I really don't know who the trolls are.

The first two days are considered adaptive training.

In the days that followed, as the mysterious allies caught more and more trolls, the soldiers began to fight with real weapons.

From the initial panic to the death of the home, it is because these lucky soldiers enjoyed the enemy's beating in advance.

The ghost knows how many recruits who have never seen blood can survive the first encounter with a troll?

Finally, on the tenth day, everything was ready, and the mountain pass of Zumashar finally welcomed the army of humans.

It turns out that Tarekin, the leader of the trolls who would become the Overseers of the Horde, was shouting at the altar to inspire his trolls with the lost glory of the trolls, when suddenly he heard a strange drum music coming from the bottom of the mountain.

"Knock knock cut, knock knock cut" starts with a cycle every three times.

Then I heard the sound of the drums: "Gotta gotcha!" ”

Then the gongs and drums rang out in unison: "Bang Bang Cut!" ”