At the same time that the Red Dragon Clan entered a multi-front battle, the Troll Clan, led by the Troll King, quietly went around to the west and launched a surprise attack on the Red Dragon Leader.

This is a group of cunning fellows, knowing that the Wolf Tooth Tribe has now fallen into a complete bitter battle, and the camp must be extremely empty, according to the rules set by the master of Kazarin, whoever occupies the camp of the wild dogs first will become the new lord of Huangyan Gang.

Woking's longing for the lordship's position meant that she had plenty of food to eat, no longer had to worry about three meals a day, and was finally able to fill her appetite as if it were a bottomless pit.

By the time the gnolls on the watchtower spotted the trolls, the cunning creatures were less than a hundred meters away from the wall. The horn of the enemy attack sounded immediately, and the gnolls who remained in the camp immediately launched fire on the trolls who had sneaked here!

Watching the sparse arrows fall, the two-headed and four-armed troll chief had a cruel smile on his face, they were not even afraid of a severed head, how could they be afraid of such an insignificant arrow wound? The race's innate ability to regenerate is capable of healing wounds in just a few breaths.

The trolls hunched over their bodies, their slender arms swaying irregularly to the ground, and they just ran wildly, completely ignoring the arrows falling from the sky, and even if they were shot in the head with bows and arrows, they would only pull out the arrows in a more bloody way, and maybe stick out their tongues to lick the marrow on the arrows.

The troll leader rushed to the front first, and the troll with two heads and four arms became the object of the jackal's key "care", with more than a dozen bows and arrows stuck in his body, and disgusting green blood flowed, but this level of damage was not painful for him at all, but the smell of blood completely stimulated the fierceness of the troll.

Woking's mouth was dripping with saliva, as if she had seen herself and the trolls break into the dingo camp and slaughter them, and the constant hunger pangs from her stomach made her want nothing more than to eat on the corpses of her enemies.

The distance of 100 meters was so blink of an eye that the archers didn't even have a chance to shoot a third round of arrows, and these guys with slender arms began to climb the 10-meter-high wall. Trolls' unusual body structure makes them extremely good at climbing.

Before many gnolls could react, the troll king stepped over the high wall, and then ignored the bone knife left a deep wound on his shoulder by the gnoll next to him, and threw him down, his sharp claws easily tearing open the gnoll's chest, revealing the beating heart.

"It's troll time!"

Woke let out a sinister grin, bowed his head and swallowed his heart, the hapless gnoll's body twitching only a few times before moving.

Woke had an intoxicated expression on her face, and she enjoyed the thrill of bursting her heart with a bite that filled her mouth with blood. She devoured the flesh of the gnolls, and the rest of the trolls slaughtered the gnolls and ate them like crazy.

Woking glanced at the inside of the camp, and as she thought, the gnolls' camp was empty, and the main forces were fighting outside, with only a few dozen gnolls archers stationed on the high walls and watchtowers.

But now, these hapless creatures have become food and have been swallowed by trolls.

There are many dwellings made of stone and wood in the camp, and those who want to stay here should be some old and weak people who cannot go to the battlefield, and they cannot pose any threat to the trolls.

And they will bring a bloody slaughter feast!

"Trolls, smash this wild dog camp to pieces!"

Woking roared in a crappy troll cavity, and all the trolls who ate put down their food in unison, their green eyes shining with ferocity like hungry ghosts, and rushed to the camp under the leadership of the troll king, slaughtering everything they could see.

However, when they broke into the stone-made houses, they found the camp empty.

Is this knowing that the murderous Troll King is coming, so he retreated beforehand?

Obviously, with the troll's IQ, Woking doesn't know what the gnolls are up to. He only knew that he had led his clan to occupy this camp and was about to become the new lord of Huangyangang.

But before Woking could be happy, a group of kobolds appeared on the high wall with stone jars. They smashed the stone jar into the camp, shattering it, splattering countless yellowish translucent liquids on the ground, and soon the entire camp was covered with a layer of slippery-looking slime.

A troll dipped a little of it with his finger and put it in his mouth to taste, and immediately became excited.

"Patriarch, it's oil!"

Hearing this, the trolls all lay on the ground and frantically licked the delicious grease.

Wojin frowned, he didn't understand very much, he led his people to capture the territory of the gnolls, but not only did he not suffer too fierce resistance, but the kobold also took the initiative to offer grease, is this an oath of allegiance to the future king of trolls?

Thinking of this, Woking couldn't help but laugh.

However, the next scene made Woking's face change drastically.

The kobold raised his bow and arrows, and the arrows were soaked in animal fat, and they ignited at a moment, and when he saw the flames gathering, the king of trolls instantly understood what this group of kobolds wanted to do!

It's a fire attack!

Trolls do have unrivaled regenerative powers, but with the exception of flames and acids, they are afraid of flames, which temporarily suppress their ability to regenerate, and once burned, the troll's flesh will always "remember" the scar, so much so that when a burned, scarred hand is severed, the regrown arm will have the exact same burn marks as the original hand.

The Troll King roared, and the other trolls who were licking their heads finally reacted.

Born out of an innate fear of fire, the trolls simply abandoned the camp they had so hard to occupy, and they sprinted towards the walls in an attempt to get out.

However, it was too late, dozens of flaming arrows fell, and the flames ignited the grease, and the tiny flames burned along the grease in an instant, turning the place into a sea of fire, completely engulfing the trolls.

The trolls screamed in pain in the fire, scurrying like headless flies, but surrounded by high walls and garrisoned by ferocious gnolls, there was no way to live.

Trolls who have lost their ability to regenerate can't compare with ogres in terms of combat effectiveness, and even Wojin didn't expect that the gnolls camp he wanted to occupy would end up being his own burial ground.

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ps: Guys, tomorrow will be strongly pushed, and I will continue to ask for a wave of collection and recommendation tickets next week!

Please, the bigwigs who have a book list add a book list~

The results of the strong push are very important for "Red Dragon Roar".

There will be a change in a while.