The sudden fireball surprised all the trolls, especially Tasada, the fireball that looked like a fire explosion flew past him, and then looked back at the charred corpse left, and couldn't help but be afraid for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What the heck?

All the trolls raised their weapons one after another, aiming them at the depths of the Leaf Grove, and an unknown fear was silently unleashing from that depth, and the forest trolls realized that both the sound and the fireball were flying from that direction.

"What's that?" Tasada looked ahead warily, motioning for his men to tighten their formation, and then the witch doctor with him asked.

The Utamas are a revered witch doctor of the Fire Tree Clan.

As one of the few trolls who can use magic, they have a very high status within the clan.

Compared to ordinary trolls, spellcasters are almost instantly recognizable, as they are accustomed to painting their faces in the form of ghosts and gods with white stone dust, as well as decorating themselves with feathers and bone artifacts to deter the spirits who are in turmoil.

It is rumored that a skilled witch doctor can not only heal his allies, but also use the magic to deal with their enemies, such as turning them into a frog or a toad.

Strictly speaking, this is an early form of shamanic magic, but the trolls still haven't mastered the balance, and most of them still use poison and sacrifice as part of their souls.

When the old witch doctor stepped out of the troll with his cane decorated with bird feathers and skulls, he opened his hollow, cloudy eyes, sniffed in the air, and then gave the answer: "It's an energy, and someone is attacking us with a spell made from this energy." ”

Hearing that there was a spellcaster among the other party, the trolls were nervous, because the caster had a high status in their hearts, and the power of the fireball just now increased the fear in their hearts.

"Panic what! They have spellcasters, and we have them, don't you believe in our great witch doctors? Tasada yelled at the warriors around him, "Be on guard, hey, you guys, go over there!" ”

Tasada casually handpicked a few soldiers and told them to go ahead and reconnoitre.

Although several troll soldiers were afraid of the caster in their hearts, they were even more afraid of their Zambu, and when they saw that they could not disobey the order, they could only carefully shrink their necks, pick up their spears and hunting knives and advance slowly.

The troll's agility and alertness didn't show it in these idiots at all, but it was full of flaws, which was usually something that would be shouted at by Tasada, but this time he unexpectedly didn't have a seizure. In fact, although Tasada pretended to be very confident, the fate of the unlucky people around him just now left a lot of shadows in his heart, if the brazier that was covered was a little more off......

With this in mind, the brave Zambu moved a little closer to the witch doctor beside him.

The three trolls approached the mysterious source little by little, and even the flow of leaves and light and shadow would tug at their fragile nerves, making them mistakenly believe that it was a projection of the other party.

Babbling.

A gust of wind brought a murderous aura.

The three trolls quickly raised their heads, looking at the majestic floating treetops, their nerves tensing one hundred and twenty percent, and—

"Shoot!"

Just listen to such an order.

In the bushes, the camouflage suddenly faded among the blades of grass, and many Night Elves appeared.

If you look closely, most of them are childish.

Then, before the three trolls sent to scout could take a closer look and alert their people, they were blown to pieces by the arcane that erupted from all directions.

However, there is no need for that.

In fact, they were not far away from the troops, and although the old witch doctor Utama's eyes were a little worse than real, the other trolls saw the scene just now.

"There is an ambush, retreat!" Almost instantaneously, Tasada saw the situation clearly and issued an order.

Trolls are more than just brute in their conquests—that's what the orcs do, not theirs. In fact, the trolls are a race of cunning and skill, and they do not see retreat as a failure or cowardice, as the orcs do, but as a means of regaining their strength.

Now the reason why they are passive is that the enemy occupies a favorable position, there are spellcasters and the specific information is unknown, judging from the mana effect that splashed everywhere in an instant just now, the opponent's spellcaster is by no means one, and at this time, he has to rush in with a hot head, and Tasada, this Zambu, should be too disqualified.

And if you think about it, the other party shouted the language of trolls at the beginning.

Now, though he didn't know exactly what the spells were cast, Tasada had equated his enemies with the trolls of other tribes.

In the final analysis, although the Zuaman Empire is strong, it is not the only troll kingdom in this world, in fact, there is an ancient Labash empire in the south, which is no less than them, and the Zandalar trolls who control the Holy Mountain are said to be able to use the divine powers bestowed on them by Loa.

Retreat first.

This is the judgment made by Tasada.

There is a good saying that whether a unit's combat strength is strong or not depends not only on when it charges, but also when it retreats. Although the trolls had just experienced the horror of the enemy's magic, their retreat did not relax their vigilance at all, and everything was carried out in an orderly manner under Zambu's control.

Seeing this scene, Fitz couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "If we really fight openly, our people are probably not their opponents." ”

But his neutral evaluation was regarded by Alan as a way to grow others and destroy his own prestige.

He asked the young mage apprentices behind him, "Who do you think those trolls are more powerful than us!"

"Of course the Night Elves are more powerful!"

"Watch us beat them up until they get their ass out and pee, let them go back to their hometown!"

The mage apprentices said one by one with enthusiasm, obviously they set fire to the three trolls just now, leaving only a puddle of pus and blood on the ground, which should be a very violent picture, but the cubs and women of the night elves in front of them looked very excited, and even asked Alan directly: "Teacher, what should we do next?" ”

While motivation is a good thing, Eren just wants them to experience the feeling of battle a little bit, not to actually put them into the battlefield, because it's one thing for you to put a spell - after all, it's a spell to help, but it's another thing for you to use magic to fight enemies on the battlefield.

These are the future elites of the tribe, and Alan doesn't mean to let them lose here now: "Haha, courage is commendable, but next is the time for adults, the little ghost and the woman will go back and drink milk!" ”

The Night Elves, led by Allen, the commando team authorized by Azhara, let out a good-natured, rugged laugh.

Most of the apprentices gave up in this way, but when Alan stretched out his hand to call to Raven Keith and Fitz, and was about to take a shortcut to catch up with the enemy to attack, Harvey walked up to Alan and pleaded: "Teacher, please take me with you, I will be 14 years old in 3 months, and I will be considered an adult according to the old clan rules." ”

Alan looked at Raven Keith beside him, who nodded and added, "But the old rule is to hunt a beast and come back." ”

Alan looked at Harvis, who didn't dare to look him in the eye and lowered his head, obviously, he hadn't come back from hunting a beast.

Alan patted him on the head: "Harveys, you have to remember that arcane arts are not brute force, but wisdom, and when you understand the true meaning of this sentence, you are qualified to go into battle with us." If you're not willing, think about it with your clever little brain. ”

“……”

"Let's go!" Ignoring Harveys and those who had been left behind, Eren leapt to the treetops in front of him in a flash, and the Night Elf warriors and sentries behind him followed at a rapid pace.

Harves looked at the back of Eren and their departure, and clenched his fists unwillingly.