On the other side, the warrior unit that pursued the trolls separately from Eren was led by Cesar, biting the trolls' tails and chasing them non-stop. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In terms of numbers, the trolls who fled were at least ten times as many as their pursuers, but now they were no longer fierce wolves who chose to be devoured, but a herd of frightened sheep, only to be pounced on and hunted.

The Night Elves in charge of the pursuit felt that such a victory was too simple, not at all as brutal and fierce as they had imagined at first, and that although there were many people, they were too large and useless, like those large herbivores that eventually became food for predators who were far less large than them.

In the eyes of the Night Elf warriors, these trolls are nothing more than a strong outsider.

They had forgotten the history of enslavement as told by their fathers, had forgotten Alan's warnings, and had been carried away by the one-sided battle, and before they knew it, they had chased them deep into the forest.

When Cesar pulled out his weapon from the fallen troll in front of him, he suddenly felt a strange feeling, and he turned his eyes to look around, only to notice that his party had already crossed the range of their usual activities, the north, which belonged to the territory of the Forest Alliance.

Since the war with the Forest Rangers, the alliance between the Night Elves and the Dryads has been silent for a long time, and both sides have exercised restraint from each other, bounded by a river that runs north and south of the forest, with the Night Elves operating in the south and the other animals of the forest in the north.

Clearly, the Night Elves have crossed the line now.

There were some unfamiliar environments around, and the sound of the wind blowing Ye Lin was a little too quiet, which made the always cautious Cesar feel a certain uneasiness in his heart, and he began to examine himself, and sure enough, in the face of such a victory with less fighting, he also lost his normal heart somewhat.

He quickly stopped the fighters who continued to go deeper, only to everyone's dissatisfaction.

"Why stop, now is the time to pursue the enemy!"

"That is, the troll army has completely collapsed, how long will it take to defeat them completely?"

Cesar frowned, he didn't expect the reaction of the other night elves to be so big, he looked completely red-eyed, in the face of everyone's questioning, Cesar's face was still very calm, plain with persistence: "But we are too far away from the camp." ”

"But it's still in the forest, isn't it?"

"The trolls must be driven out once and for all!"

At this point, almost all Night Elves are on the same page, and Cesar is no exception, the only thing he disapproves of is to be as presumptuous as he is now.

"But what if those trolls come back to their senses, they outnumber us by a lot." Cesar still tried to convince his companions: "And this is the territory of the Forest Alliance, they won't welcome us." ”

"But they don't welcome trolls either."

"yes, what can you do with the combat power of those guys, what if they are overrun by trolls and become their vassals? When the time comes, we may have one more enemy to fight us with. ”

Cesar's caution was seen as cowardly and short-sighted by his people, the Night Elves still worshipped the strong and rejected the weak, they used to look down on Cesarma, that was because the strongest of the tribes in the past was no longer there, and there was a mage like Darthrema, who was in desperate need of a backbone, but now it seems that they may have trusted the wrong target.

"It's disappointing that you're cringing here at such a time of honor," said the Night Elf, whose name was Dru, who had traveled to the East with Cesar and Jare to spy on the trolls, and had experienced the battle himself. To be honest, he didn't think the trolls were so powerful at all, if at that time he only planted the seeds of dissatisfaction with Cesar, then now the seeds have sprouted.

He took a step forward and slammed into the half-cut body of Cesar that was blocking in front of them: "If you are afraid, go back yourself, don't stop us from fighting for honor, for the sake of God Allen, for the sake of Kadore, to prove that you are not a coward to follow me!" ”

Most of the Night Elf warriors passed through Cesar's side and followed Duru deeper into the denser forest ahead, many of whom had a good relationship with Cesara but now took the opposite path.

There were only three people left, but they didn't seem to be planning to retreat, just to give Cesara some comfort.

Jia Lei stretched out his hand and patted the latter's shoulder, comforting: "That guy Duru has always had only muscles, no brains, and I think he is stupid, but whether he is right or not, now we have no way out." ”

Cesar nodded, he understood what Giarley meant.

Now here with his own of only 4 Night Elves, it's more like an escape than a retreat. Regardless of whether the group of people who rushed to the front line encountered danger or not, if they wanted to flee without a fight, they were destined to be unable to raise their heads in front of their clansmen for the rest of their lives, after all, they could not fight and retreat, and retreating before fighting were two completely different concepts.

The four of them didn't have much to say, and followed the Night Elves from behind.

Nearby, there were no troll figures in sight, and the Night Elves blamed Cesara for the delay, and they lost their purpose even more. But seeing the messy footprints on the ground, the Night Elves were sure that the general direction was correct.

There was a hint of blood in the wind.

They soon found the carcasses of quite a few forest animals, and it appeared that the trolls had attacked them as they passed by.

"It's just ahead!"

Touching the corpse could feel the uncooled afterglow and the undried bloodstains, and the Night Elves, who were good at hunting, immediately judged that the enemy was not far away, but unlike their optimistic companions, Cesar looked at the corpse and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What are you thinking?" Jarey approached him and asked.

"These corpses disturb me."

"I think you're really a little nervous, these are just ordinary animals, and trolls don't have much ability to resist if they want to kill them."

Cesar was indifferent to Giarre's ridicule, and said calmly, "I wonder if a prey being chased by someone really has the strength to stop and kill other creatures?" ”

"Then why ......" Jare wanted to ask why the trolls had gone to the extra mile to take out the prey, but he choked for breath.

A terrible thought rushed through his brain.

Yes, if you're just running away, you don't have to pay attention to these harmless creatures, the only reason the trolls choose to stop doing so is that they are usually very sensitive, and they feel uneasy and even howl if there are enemies in ambush around them.

Garley's eyes widened, and he immediately turned his head and warned the Night Elves who had gone deeper in front of him: "Stop! ”

Brush pull.

A neat line of bows and spears shot from among the trees.

Suddenly, several fighters who were caught off guard were shot into a sieve. The Night Elves' vine armor wasn't really invulnerable, and when the myth of the undead was shattered, the position was suddenly reversed.

A voice from among the trolls shouted.

"The power of the Witch Doctor has manifested, aiming at their heads and feet, their immortal power has been weakened!"

Are the trolls stupid?

Not necessarily.

They were only disrupted by a succession of incomprehensible events for a while, but when they recovered and found that their lives were in danger, the race would explode with terrifying resilience and combat.

When their fear of the undead was shattered, the trolls once again unleashed their powerful charge.