At night, Windranger's Ranger army allows the trolls to storm the Bloodtop Trolls' defenses, while the Elves quickly form sniper points and shoot the Bloodtop Trolls at the forefront. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the upper floors of Sinsaro, the army of deadwood trolls can be clearly seen, these trolls use rudimentary weapons and sturdy bodies to launch an attack on the defense line formed by the blood-topped trolls, and the layers of throwing weapons are like gusts of night rain, and every time it falls, there is a wail and the sound of a tiger's horn.

The war has begun.

The rapid invasion of the Deadwood Trolls, since Locke unified the Deadwood Tribe, the Deadwood Trolls in Hinterland have respected Locke, until Locke came to Shadralo, the Deadwood Trolls were the first to express their allegiance to Locke, since the jungle trolls in Zurgrab came to Hinterland, they thought that the fall of Hinterland was irreversible, but Locke's arrival changed all that.

Zurman, who was on the third floor, looked at the battle below, he did not rashly let the warriors of the Evil Branch Tribe rush to the second layer to fight, but observed the battle below, with the assistance of the elves, the warriors of the deadwood trolls were like tigers, and the strong blood-topped trolls before did not resist for a long time.

The elven rangers wore magical armor produced by Quel'Thalas, and every time the bowstring in their hands sounded, they remembered the wails of their enemies. The elves have seen a lot of battles between trolls, and now that they are helping one troll fight another, it is actually a bit unspeakably weird.

The alchemy skills of trolls are very backward, generally speaking, troll warriors can wear leather armor, even the best armor that trolls can make, and the magic bows and arrows in the hands of elves can easily tear the armor on these trolls, and there is no need to worry about whether their weapons can break the armor.

Zurman apparently discovered this as well, and from the very beginning, he did not look at the enemy target at the Deadwood Trolls, but instead placed them on the Elven Rangers, who were agile, and the Troll Warriors resisted the attack of the Blood-Crowned Trolls with their lives, giving the Elves a good shooting environment, which also caused great damage to the Blood-Topped Trolls.

The blood-topped trolls are retreating, and Sekar knows very well in his heart that this tribe is afraid that it will disappear into the long river of history after tonight, and the elven commander in front of him is obviously very aware of the trolls' tactics, and these elves' encirclement tactics are obviously prepared for the blood-topped trolls of the second layer.

This tactic is to form a huge encirclement, compress the enemy little by little to the innermost, and then eat everything that is left.

The name of the Windranger has been heard even by the blood-topped trolls who have been in the south. When Sekar saw it today, it really deserved her reputation, even if the elven ranger in her hand had very little military strength, but she was able to make the blood-top troll force forced to shrink its forces and let it be surrounded by her, she was definitely an opponent that should not be underestimated.

After pulling out one point after another, the elven ranger pressed the remaining blood-topped trolls to the three troll huts on the second floor, this tragic situation made Sekar's heart cold, these remnant warriors were almost the last glory of the blood-topped trolls.

The ground was full of corpses, the corpses of tigers everywhere, but the deadwood trolls did not die, only the warriors of the blood-topped trolls, who had dried their blood.

"Sylvara, your warriors died here." Sekar said loudly that it was a ritual, and he had a miserable smile on his face.

Haka's power had entered Sekar's bone marrow, and those worm-like pain made Sekar feel sad, and the torture not long ago, although it did not break his spirit, his body still collapsed.

"Hold this place, give me time to feel the Tiger God." Sekar said lightly, and then he stepped into the hut.

Sekar made this gesture, and these guards naturally obeyed his orders, first, Sekar was the priest of the Tiger God, and second, the blood-topped trolls concentrated all their forces in this vicinity, and the elves could not break through this place in a short time.

The blood-topped trolls once dominated the valley of thorns, but were defeated by the power of the gods, which also made this tribe of brute force begin to put their hopes on the ethereal gods in desperation.

But the respect of the blood-topped trolls for Sekar is definitely from the bone marrow, and these blood-topped trolls quickly used their lives to buy time for Sekar.

After all, the strength of the elven rangers is still too small, although the bows and arrows have not stopped, but the number of blood-topped trolls has not dropped significantly, and these troll warriors who rely on the location to guard Sekar have begun to seriously follow the windwalker Winlesa.

Sekar didn't care what the troll warriors outside thought, and he sat on the edge of the bed where the incense was burned. Quietly feel the power of the gods. In his opinion, all this is a test given to them by the Tiger God, and he will successfully summon the power of the Tiger God to overcome the difficulties in front of him.

"Tiger God, do you want to watch your people die in this place?"

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Zulman watched for a long time on the hill, and the battle below was at a stalemate as Sekar entered the hut, although the elves were not very effective in shooting at the blood-topped trolls near the house.

Zurman dared to decide for himself, as long as he opened the city gate and charged the elves below, those elven legions of martial arts would completely disappear into the mountains of Hinterland.

He wanted to strike, but the feeling from the depths of his soul told him not to. Because the enemy in front of him was not these armies, but another man, Locke.

The elves' melee abilities were not bad, and just as a blood-topped troll rushed to the side of an elven ranger, the elven ranger took out the Hairbreaker's blade and sliced the head of the blood-topped troll in front of him with a single sword.

This also surprised many trolls, in their cognition, the elves have never been strong in hand-to-hand combat, but the current situation has surprised many trolls, this feeling is as if someone told them that elf rangers have very powerful skills, and trolls are not opponents.

In a sense, Winlessa was a proper commander when the Elven Ranger's attack was thwarted. She then had the Deadwood Trolls' warriors plan another raid.

The life of a troll is insignificant, and Winlessa is a firm believer in that. According to the strength that the blood-topped trolls have defeated so far, even the Deadwood Tribe, Winlessa feels that she has a chance of winning. (To be continued.) )