"Everyone, work hard, and we're almost at camp! You'll soon be able to eat fluffy bread, thick broth, and hot tents! Just get a good night's sleep, and I promise you, tomorrow when the sun rises, you'll find yourself completely awake from that terrible nightmare! ”

Larry shouted to the civilians who were numb as the walking dead, and under Norman Bogst's leadership, 3,000 soldiers, including him, easily caught up with the werewolves and defeated them, successfully rescuing the human civilians. But unexpectedly, these civilians, who had been used as reserve food by the werewolves and imprisoned and tortured for more than a month, did not show the joy of regaining their freedom on their faces.

Although Norman made some preparations for this rescue mission, it still turned out that the advantages and disadvantages of attack and defense did not change significantly because of this small preparation. Without the drag of these captives, the werewolves hiding in the forest will attack this lone human army almost at any time. Norman didn't even have time to give the exhausted civilians enough rest before he had to lead them towards the camp on Hillsbrad Plains.

He couldn't take these civilians to the forward camp of the expeditionary force, although there were more soldiers there to protect them, but suddenly there were more than a thousand mouths, which would inevitably consume more food, not to mention the big war, where could he take care of these civilians. Only the few camps that had been set up at the border of the Silver Pine Forest had enough supplies and food to recover the civilians from their physical and mental injuries, otherwise, Norman could be assured that none of these fellows would be able to hold on.

Those hateful werewolves not only physically tortured these civilians, but even caused visible damage to their spirits. The shadow power used by the werewolves has invisibly eroded the souls of these civilians, making them more and more numb day by day. In the long run, Norman even feared that the civilians would lose their sense of self in their sleep and become an empty shell.

A sentry trotted up to Norman: "General, two more scouts have not returned. ”

The same bad news has been going on for the past few days, sometimes scouts, sometimes some soldiers who have gone hunting, and sometimes some civilians who have a nervous breakdown will leave the team and enter the dense forest, becoming prey to the claws of those werewolves.

Norman nodded expressionlessly, this is the fourth time that the scout has disappeared today, and now it is just time for the sun to set, so you can imagine what kind of difficulties will be faced for the rest of the night.

"Herald! Convey my orders to all! Give up camping and travel overnight! We had to get to camp before midnight! ”

"But General, those civilians don't have the physical strength anymore, and if they don't rest for a night, I'm afraid there will be many people who don't even have the strength to walk." The herald said with a worried face.

"Then let people carry them on their backs! There are 3,000 of us, and even if we carry one each, we will only waste a third of our manpower! Norman suppressed his anger and said, "This is the order, soldier!" ”

"Yes, General!"

Norman believes his decision was not wrong. If, as the other day, the sun had set, and the camp had been set up, the night would have been attacked from the darkness, sometimes by a shadow arrow, sometimes by a few werewolves sneaking into the camp. And the soldiers under his command barely have a mid-to-high-level class (soldiers above the third rank have been left in the frontline camp by Tibbest, preparing to launch an attack on Shadowfang Castle), and in this situation there is no way to fight those werewolves.

As a result, camping not only does not allow them to get enough rest, but it will make the soldiers frightened, and in the end, the gains outweigh the losses. In the past few days, the biggest loss of this unit has come from sneak attacks every night. So far, more than 100 people have died at the hands of those werewolves.

The only good news now was that they were not far from their destination, and they would have to walk less than ten kilometers further to break out of the Silver Pine Forest and into the Hillsbrad Hills, at which point they would be truly safe. Norman sent a messenger to the camp at noon, asking the camp to prepare the corresponding supplies and food, and at the same time hoping to get the camp to respond.

But what Norman didn't expect was that the messengers he sent out had all turned into corpses!

Lin Man Blood Feather stabbed the dagger in his hand into the opponent's body, and then stirred it in it a few times, looking at the human soldier's face in front of him distorted by pain, he felt an indescribable pleasure.

The wounded human soldier had his mouth wide open, but he couldn't make the slightest sound. His vocal cords had been corrupted by Limman's shadow magic, and all that came out of the human soldier's throat was dark red blood and pieces of flesh that had been destroyed by magic.

"Haha, how do you feel, you? It must be wonderful, isn't it? Lin Man's slightly pale face had an abnormal flush, and his tone full of excitement showed that he was in a state of extreme excitement at this time, "This is the end you should have!" In front of me, you lowly creatures should kneel at my feet and offer everything you have, as you did tens of thousands of years ago! ”

"Lin Man, don't play anymore!" Another guy in a black robe said coldly, "If you want to vent your emotions, you can find those civilians imprisoned in the academy and enjoy it slowly, but now, I don't want our mission to fail because of your bad taste!" ”

"Rondo, don't be so rigid! Didn't you say that the humans would have at least four hours to get out of the forest, we had time to play slowly! ”

"If you want to try the independent tutoring of Your Excellency Instructor Chill, I will not continue to stop you!"

Lin Man's face turned pale, and it was clear that the instructor's cold heart had left an extremely deep impression on the elf. He hatefully pulled the dagger out of the human's body, then raised his hand to give the other a shadow corrosion. The pure shadow power quickly took the human soldier's life, turning him into a corpse.

"You're still an orc, Rondo, I doubt you'll have the guts!"

Rondo reached out and lowered the black hood that covered his head, revealing the scarred face inside, as well as two half-broken canine teeth: "I can prove to you with my own hands that I have the guts or not!" Genie! ”

The tension lasted only a few seconds before quickly dissipating, and the orc Rondo dug a pit in the ground and threw the corpses of the two human soldiers into it, while the elf Lynman waved a few bunches of vines and covered the entire pit, and if he didn't cut down these vines, he couldn't tell that there were two corpses buried underneath.

Both of them were apprentices who graduated from psychic colleges. Regardless of race, there are always people who have various reasons to throw themselves into the arms of evil. Most of the apprentices trained by the psychic academy are used to enrich the Cursed Sect, and the remaining small part is used to perform various tasks for Kel'thugad.

Lynman Bloodfeather is a typical Elvenist who has since been a child believing that all races in this world should not exist except for Elves, and has even fantasized about recreating the glory of the Elven Empire more than once. As a result, he has a very great hatred for other races, especially for humans, and Lin Man almost hates them to the core. In his opinion, if it weren't for the human beings stepping on the corpse of the Elven Empire to ascend to the sky one step at a time, it would not have been possible to develop to the point where they are now. Therefore, after leaving the Eternal Song Forest, he did not hesitate to devote himself to the Psychic Academy, learned a lot of shadow magic from the hands of the instructor Han Xin, and used this power to continuously fight for his own goals.

Orc Rondo also has his own reasons for joining the Psychic Academy, but he has never told anyone about it, Lin Man only knows that this orc is an abandoned baby, raised by two wolves since childhood, and other than that, he knows almost nothing about Rondo.

"Those damn trolls! If it weren't for their laziness, we wouldn't have had to do it at all! Lin Man didn't dare to disobey the rules of the Psychic Academy and make a move with Rondo, but that didn't prevent him from complaining, "Obviously, these two idiots have already walked to the gate of that camp, but those idiots can still let them escape, what a bunch of rubbish!" ”

"Those fangs are busy preparing for the sacrifice ritual right now, and they are not in the mood to hunt down two humans who came out of nowhere!" Like Limman, Rondo had a bad impression of humans, so he didn't hesitate to continue helping the trolls, which was also their mission here, "Maybe we can find a way to warn those tusks, otherwise something might go wrong if a human army of three thousand people suddenly appears in the middle of the sacrifice ceremony." ”

Lin Man shook his head contemptuously: "What can be the problem?" There are more than 5,000 of those trolls, so can't they deal with them? That's just an ordinary soldier of less than three thousand, and it's not an elite! Besides, even if we warn the trolls, will they believe us? ”

Trolls have an inexplicable pride and conceit in almost every tribe, and these ugly-looking fangs still live in their fantasies, believing that they are the most powerful race in the world.

"So we'll have to do something else!"

"What's the solution?"

Rondo looked at Lin Man, and a smile on his face made Lin Man feel bad: "What do you think of an elf who suddenly broke in?" I think those trolls would have been happy to add a long, delicate-skinned ear to their sacrifice! ”

Until the moon rose high, Norman did not see the two messengers he had sent earlier, but he was not too worried about this, but he felt that the two soldiers might not have found the location of the troops, after all, he did not set up camp, but chose to travel overnight. But Norman believed that as long as the two soldiers were not stupid, they would be able to find themselves along the trail left by the troops.

So when he saw the trolls that suddenly appeared from the forest, the whole person was almost thrown into chaos.

Why Trolls? Shouldn't it be a werewolf? And why are there so many of these trolls? Could it be that the Dark Pine tribe on the Broken Ridge has once again made a large number of sorties? But why didn't those camps give warning? Didn't His Highness Raphael set up a lot of patrols outside Broken Ridge?

Norman couldn't have guessed that even the four camps set up on the edge of the Silver Pine Forest had already been captured by the Dark Pine Trolls, let alone the players Raphael had set up. The camp on the hills of Hillsbrad, in particular, was a place for the trolls to perform their sacrifices.

In fact, not only was Norman in chaos, but even the trolls who suddenly appeared did not react for a while. They were chasing an elf before, and they didn't expect to encounter such a large group of humans here!

But Tusca, who led the team, was more sober than Norman!

"Crush them! These humans can't be allowed to ruin the ritual! Roaring loudly in the troll language, Tusca drew his spear from his back and charged at Norman in the lead. The Shadowhunter was keenly aware that the longbow not far away was the most threatening of those humans, and most likely even a heroic-level powerhouse!

The Dark Pine Tribe would never accept letting a hero-level powerhouse break into the sacrificial ceremony!

Norman, who had just come to his senses, was attacked by Tusca before he could take off his longbow. He could only pull out a small dagger and use it against the spear in Tusca's hand.

Norman wanted to find an opportunity to distance himself so that he could use his strengths as a heroic archer to push the trolls back with powerful ranged strikes. He is a heroic wind shooter, who is adept at shooting a large number of arrows like a storm in a short period of time, covering an entire area with firepower. But correspondingly, Norman's ability to fight in close quarters is relatively poor, although the hero-level strength makes him not finish as soon as he is close like an ordinary soldier, but it is impossible for him to exert hero-level strength, at best, it is not bad to be able to guarantee the strength of the seventh order.

Tusca, on the other hand, is a shadow hunter carefully cultivated by the Dark Pine Clan, and is best at sneak attacks and assassinations, as well as melee attacks. At this time, it was the time when Tusca could give full play to his strength, the enemy was caught off guard, and there was no time to arrange defenses, plus the opponent was a weak archer, such a huge advantage, if he could still miss, Tusca directly wiped his neck.

Norman was in danger for a while, although he desperately wanted to distance himself, but Tusca, who had already seen the advantages and disadvantages of the opponent's profession, fought hard to exchange injuries for injuries, and also firmly stuck to Norman.

To make matters worse, Norman could not even expect the soldiers to help him. Although the number of these sudden trolls was only a few hundred, they were faced with human soldiers who numbered less than three thousand, and were exhausted and dragged down by civilians. In addition, almost all of the troll warriors who can be brought out by the troll high priest have the strength of the fourth and fifth orders, not to mention these troll warriors who followed Tusca to hunt down Lin Man, almost all of them are elites, and the lowest is the strength of the fifth order. As a result, the entire battlefield quickly fell into a one-sided situation.

The end result was that the entire force, including Norman, was almost completely wiped out, except for more than 500 soldiers who escaped by relying on the cover provided by the forest. Norman Bogst was wounded by Tusca and was poisoned and comatose, but unfortunately captured. More than six hundred ordinary soldiers were killed in battle, and more than one and a half thousand became prisoners. As for those human civilians, it can be said that they have just come out of the tiger's mouth, entered the wolf's den again, and within a few days of escaping from the werewolves, they have become captives of the trolls again.