"Danas Tolbairn?!" Serich looked at Danas, "Prince of Torbain of Riptide Castle, you didn't expect this to be the place where your bones are buried!" ”

Danas stepped forward, and Tolcara thrust into the ground:

"Serich, you shrunken turtle, today you are either dead or I am alive."

"Death is still a matter of tongue, it seems that the old fox of Solas really has no successor, I want him to taste the pain of losing his beloved son." Serich's chin lifted and looked at Danas, "If you lay down your arms and surrender, maybe I'll consider sparing your life." ”

"Hahaha~" Danas pulled up Torcara, "Warriors of Riptide Castle, tell this cowardly troll, what is our last name?" ”

"Tol Bane! Thorbain! Thorbain! The soldiers' faces flushed with excitement, and they tapped their shields with their swords, but there were only a few dozen of them, and they let out a terrified cry that made the trolls tremble.

Thorbaine, a great surname, a great family, all the soldiers of Fort Riptide are proud of her, this is the pride that flows in their blood, deep in their bones, and every soldier is willing to fight to defend her honor, even if it is sacrificed.

Carl finally realized the blood, loyalty, and glory that is impossible to experience even in movies and television on Earth. You can say that they are ignorant and sacrifice for an ethereal name or title, but you can't deny their loyalty, their belief in glory, their fearlessness of death, and they are equally worthy of respect.

Karl didn't shout, but he clenched the sword in his hand, and seemed to understand something in his heart, and the blood in his body began to boil.

"We have been at war with trolls for thousands of years, and you are not willing to accept human civilization to harass and prey on our people, you savage creatures, you are not worthy of this land." The loud voice of Danas resounded throughout the valley,

"Thorbain is your nemesis, if you dare to stand in front of us, then face your game--"

"Die! Die! Die! The soldiers tacitly took the prince's words.

"All the troops are attacking!" With a swing of his greatsword, Danas rushed out first.

Carl on the side, why did he rush, no matter what, kill it, he was also affected by the atmosphere of the battlefield, and he just wanted to fight happily.

"I'm invincible!" Karl roared and rushed forward, overtaking Danas in an instant.

"I'm invincible!"

"I'm invincible!" The soldiers of Fort Riptide saw that both commanders were so brave, and their hearts began to riot, shouting Karl's slogans and began to charge at the trolls.

Serich looked at Danas and Karl who rushed towards him, and his mouth couldn't help twitching, Nima, the script is not right, shouldn't this kid be so frightened that he left Torkara and begged for mercy, why isn't this kid afraid of death?

No matter how much he thought about it, it didn't help, and with a wave of his hand, the trolls who had been impatient for a long time yelled and shouted to meet them, tens of thousands of people against dozens of people, if they were still afraid, they could simply jump into the sea.

"Big windmill!" Carl whipped his axe and swept past the troll like a gust of wind, whipping up severed limbs and a rain of crimson blood.

Danas could only pick up three or two small fish and shrimp behind him, not to mention the Riptide Fort soldiers behind him, who watched in amazement as Karl rushed into the troll's army like a whirlwind, and then there were broken arms, human heads, and internal organs flying in the sky, and they were used to seeing death and blood, and they were also a little sick to their stomachs at this time.

The extremely high military quality made them quickly wake up, and then looked fanatical, although Karl is not their commander, but he is a friend of His Royal Highness the Prince, how can a warrior who can be so brave not make them worship, watching Karl kill in all directions, their blood is furious, one by one with red eyes and screaming and rushing into battle.

Karl was surrounded by nothing, and the trolls were also frightened, this guy was so powerful, the trolls were like small animals in front of him, and it was only when Serihy's angry roar came that the trolls mustered up the courage to surround him.

Serich was also helpless, this soldier didn't look like a human at all, he was sure that this guy could cast holy light spells, and for thousands of years, the only profession that could cast holy light spells was a priest. However, not only did this guy cast the Holy Light spell without chanting at all, but the effect of the spell was very strong, and Serichy saw with his own eyes that the soldier who had been cut by himself had a deep hole that could be seen in the bone, and it was completely healed in less than a breath under his Holy Light spell.

Serichy didn't expect this guy's combat skills to be so clever at all, this time it's a big trouble, even if he destroys the Riptide Fort force in front of him, I'm afraid that the Deadwood tribe will be greatly injured this time, and he is a little hesitant whether to retreat.

Forget it, let's observe and observe first, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that guy still has plenty of physical strength. Serich remembered the situation when Carl's physical strength was exhausted before, and thought to himself that this guy has such a brave style of play, and the physical consumption must be very fast, as long as he persists, the victory will ultimately belong to him.

After killing a few back and forth in the troll army, the trolls' crudely crafted weapons did little damage to Carl, he took the moment to glance at a hesitant Serich, and glanced at Danas who was looking at him, and Danas began to lead the soldiers to slowly retreat.

Seeing this, Serich rejoiced, and shouted, "Keep attacking, don't stop, they are almost unable to hold on." Warriors, victory is ours! ”

After Karl's Palace, the other soldiers of Danas's Riptide Fort slowly retreated, and finally retreated to the recess of the mountain, and began to rest in turns according to the previous plan, they also needed to hold on for more than an hour, so as to ensure that the cavalry captain could successfully complete the counter-encirclement.

In a remote forest in Deadwood Village, the cavalry captain of Fort Riptide took out the magic clock at the exit of Dalaran and looked at the time, "It's almost time, inform all detachments, rush to the designated place at full speed, be sure to arrive within an hour, His Royal Highness the Prince is fighting valiantly and waiting for us." ”

"All the trolls that stand in your way—kill!"

Serich shook the blood from his axe, and this was the fifth time he had personally slain the fleeing troll. He looked at the bloodied, crumbling creature standing in front of Danas and the Fort Riptide soldiers, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

According to his idea, more than 10,000 people attacked these 30 people, even if they couldn't rush up all at once, they could take turns to fight, and they could be tired to death. In fact, it was just as he thought, if it weren't for the abnormal human.

The battle of the valley has lasted for almost an hour, and there are still 18 soldiers left in Fort Riptide, and all the wounds on their bodies have healed, but because of the protracted battle, their physical strength can no longer keep up, and the more than ten soldiers who died in the back are getting smaller and smaller, and the time of rest is getting shorter and shorter, and the more than ten soldiers who died are almost all hit by the vital point when they are physically exhausted, and they die directly, otherwise, Karl's almost cheating healing technique can keep them intact, except for physical strength.

But they did not despair, nor did they grieve, the fallen brothers were great, and their names would be engraved in the hearts of all Stormgards, and they only had to look up at Karl, who stood in the way, leaving the trolls without an inch, a body as great as the god of war, and they were full of fighting spirit, and they were convinced that this young man, who at first they only had a good impression of because of His Royal Highness the Prince, would lead them to the final victory, and their eyes were full of fanaticism.

"What about wizards? What about the wizards! "Serich felt that he was going mad, and that the situation was completely unexpected, and that he had paid the price of a thousand, and that fellow was still there slaughtering the warriors of his tribe.

This guy and Danas have caused huge losses to the trolls, and even collapsed several times. Carl's attack was so powerful that as long as it was touched, he would either be killed or injured, and he would be seriously injured, either with a broken arm or a broken leg, or with a huge wound cut and instantly incapacitated; This is not the most terrifying, Danas and Tolcara in his hands, today let the trolls present deeply understand the reason why she made the trolls frightened, the wounds cut by Tolcara could not heal even under the treatment of the troll witch doctor, and the injured trolls could only struggle in pain, wail, and then slowly die.

For trolls, death is not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing is to watch the troll slowly suffer and die slowly, Torcara, worthy of the prestige of the troll slayer.