(Chapter 47 released yesterday has been revised)

"My king, this is the third batch of Giant Eagle Scouts to lose news."

The owner of Kazarin frowned slightly, there were not many giant eagle scouts sent out in each batch, but since yesterday, the loss of contact has occurred one after another, and even the most witty little bird has not come back after flying out.

It was as if there was a ruthless net in the air, grabbing them all and cutting off the message.

The owner of Kazarin was a little uneasy, and the gloom in his heart gradually increased. The lie he had never seen before, as if suddenly there was an extra beast that chose people to devour.

The feeling that this situation was faintly out of control made him very unhappy.

Could it be that behind that barren wilderness was something that frightened him?

No way!

In the past six months, he has always been familiar with the intelligence of the Wolf Tooth Tribe, which is a group of weak gnolls, plus a group of disgusting underground creatures.

How dare these low-level reptiles disobey the giant's orders!

Simply unforgivable!

"My king, those little birds may have flown somewhere, you don't have to worry about deception, those garbage gnolls scum are destined to pay for their stupidity today!"

The ogre chieftain Agron fell to one knee facing the "Lord", and after a few days, his injuries were healed except for the broken arm that could not be recovered.

Now the hideous wounds all over his body made him look even more fierce.

Agron longs for war, never so much, and since losing to the despised gnolls, he has even dreamed of killing that guy. He needs to wash away the shame imprinted on his soul with the blood of the gnoll leader!

"Agron, you, as a rare two-headed ogre, didn't expect to lose an arm in the jackal's camp and run back, this war, I think you better not go, lest you accidentally lose your life there."

From the other side of the woods, a mocking mockery came from a group of humanoids with mossy green skin or sickly gray.

Their arms are disproportionately long, their upper body posture always leans forward in an eerie arc, and their slender knuckles drag to the ground leaving deep scratches, only from the outward outline they look somewhat similar to apes.

They are trolls, a subspecies of giants, terrifying creatures whose name and appearance reveal the ultimate evil aura, and the mere mere glance at their evil faces makes people shudder.

Compared to the stronger ogres, the trolls are so thin that they don't look very sturdy.

However, it would be a mistake to think that trolls are easy to bully creatures.

Their limbs may be slender, but they possess incredible power.

They generally do not wear any armor or clothing, nor do they use weapons.

Because their skin is covered with rough particles and bony lumps, they have a terrifying defense comparable to scale armor. Their fangs and claws are natural weapons, sharper than ordinary blades.

On top of that, trolls also possess unparalleled regenerative abilities, allowing severed limbs and even severed heads to regrow in as little as ten minutes.

Powerful attack power combined with perfect regeneration ability makes this group of "undead monsters" extremely terrifying.

In the continent of Elbaf, even three-year-olds are singing the terrible ballad of "If the child is disobedient, the troll will knock on the door".

"Woking, I warn you, that guy's head is mine!"

Agron looked at the troll leader in front of him and let out a low warning growl.

"Is that the wild dog that cut off your arm?" The troll leader bared his sharp fangs, "The lord said that whoever occupies Huangyangang first will be the new lord, so don't blame me for not giving you face when the time comes." ”

She was a powerful female troll who, during her rite of passage, tore off her head and limbs and sacrificed them to her clan, only to mutate and grow two heads and four arms, and thus awaken her arcane abilities and become the Troll Grand Shaman.

Then, in a very short period of time, Wojin defeated the Troll Chief through a "level war" within the trolls and became the new leader.

There is no doubt that this troll, who is only four meters tall, is much more powerful than the two-headed ogre.

"Wojin, I only need that wild dog's head, and I won't rob you of the position of the lord of Huangyangang."

Agron watched vigilantly at the trolls who ate themselves when they were hungry, and unless war broke out, he would never have had anything to do with them.

Woking let out a mocking sneer, then ignored him, turning his head to look at the huge figure in front of him, his voice low.

"My king, the trolls have come at your sign and will tear all your enemies apart for you."

Seeing the powerful troll clan, the uneasiness in the heart of the master of Kazarin completely dissipated.

Yes, his monster legion is several times stronger than those wild dogs, he is the uncrowned king of this territory, no matter what powerful existence those wild dogs rely on, he is not afraid!

"Listen to my orders and set foot on Huangyan Gang!"

At the sound of an order, the monsters of the entire Kazarin roared and poured out.

……

"Leader of the Wolves, hundreds of ferocious animals have been spotted at the border rushing out of the dense forest and rushing towards our camp."

"Warwick Chief, traces of ogres have been found 30 kilometers east of the camp, the number is about 500, and the leader is a two-headed ogre."

Warwick squinted slightly, the guy he had cut off an arm was really not dead.

"But this time, it wasn't so lucky." He had a sneer on his face.

"Goblins, how are your traps prepared?"

"Anyone who dares to underestimate goblin technology will pay the price in blood, my lord."

The green-skinned goblin paused and continued, "These fierce animals with low intelligence, smart goblins will keep them coming and going! ”

Warwick nodded slightly, he had seen the power of the trap with his own eyes, it was a terrifying force that could definitely poke a hole in the head of an adult ferocious wolverine.

It is not for nothing that the master reuses these weak guys, there really are two brushes.

Warwick stood on the ramparts, looking up at Kazarin farther away. Ogres and ferocious animals have appeared, trolls and giants are two powerful clans hidden in the wilderness, and the sky is silent, and the horned eagle and griffin mentioned in Warlo's information are not yet known.

He inexplicably became very excited, and the boiling blood told him that he had fallen in love with the feeling of war. Perhaps, this is the ferocity of the gnolls themselves, but he has thoroughly excavated them.

"Get ready to fight, and today let's teach this group of arrogant guys a lesson that will never be forgotten!"

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ps: The first shift, still at the train station, tired. There are two more, but it may be a little late, go back and continue to change!

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