The Night Elves must rejoice that the trolls gathered here are only a mixed army of trolls fleeing along the way, not the main force of the trolls. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info But Rao is so, and they are far more numerous than the Night Elves.

Zambu, who led them, followed the advice of the hunters and incorporated the nearby trolls who fled together, in fact, they were quite apprehensive in their hearts, after all, they had just experienced such a terrible defeat, just like humans could not hold weapons to fight against the thunder, and the hearts of the trolls were full of such powerlessness. But the current situation is that if you continue to be chased by the other party, there is only one dead end in front of the troll, and this Zanbu Xinxin of the Evil Branch tribe may have the characteristics of their tribe that like to take risks, and he has a bit of "If you want Lao Tzu's life, then Lao Tzu will die with you".

Of course, if he could escape, he would definitely not bother to fight hard, but the problem was that the Night Elves chased all the way too closely, and the trolls were far less familiar with this forest than the Night Elves, and they didn't know how long it would be before they could escape.

If you don't fight, it's a dead end. Fight, maybe there is still a chance.

No, the troll was right.

If the Night Elves had always underestimated the power of the trolls, then the trolls had been completely blinded by the illusory backdrops that Eren had created, and the anger, resentment, and revenge they felt in their hearts as they witnessed the fall of the altar of terrifying enemies they had imagined invincible had made them bloodthirsty and furious creatures.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The trolls grinned their fangs and roared with red eyes, and they lunged at the Night Elves in droves, exactly like the Night Elves remembered as trolls who ran away in a single hit.

"Bang!"

Almost subconsciously, Durou, who was in the middle of the encirclement, pulled out the musket at his waist and opened fire on the enemy.

The power of the Azeroth musket was undoubted, even if the gunpowder was shoddy, but it still directly flew one of the arms of the troll in front of him, and what could be seen was that the arm of the troll covered in green moss was completely dented to the collarbone, blood gushed out, and the arm that was blown off by the gunpowder rolled out along with the bone blade in his hand, which was undoubtedly a terrible pain, but the night elf found that the troll he was facing grinned at him very strangely, Still rushing at him, he didn't have any weapons in his hands, but he used the fangs on his mouth to plunge into Duru's shoulder and tear at his body with his claws.

Duru was completely intimidated by the momentum of the opponent's desperate attack, but his instinct as a warrior was still there, and his body, which had been honed and trained for a long time, still remembered what to do in such a situation, and Duru pulled out his dagger and stabbed the opponent in the stomach.

One knife, two knives, three knives.

Blood gushed out of the other party's mouth, but he still bit his shoulder and refused to let go, his blood-red eyes staring at him, making Duru seem to see a nightmare.

But the more terrible thing is yet to come.

In front of them, another troll with a spear caught up, and in front of the troll who bound his body, he stabbed the spear in his hand towards them, and the sharpened stone spear first pierced the troll's stomach before piercing Duru's body, Duru didn't believe that the troll didn't see it, didn't believe he couldn't feel it, but the other party showed a side that looked like death.

He's laughing?

He was laughing.

He's laughing!

Finally the troll said something, but Duru didn't hear it because of the large amount of blood in his mouth, but Duru could still sense it very clearly that death was right in front of him, grabbing him by the throat.

The spear-wielding troll pulled his weapon out of the flesh and prepared to stab Duru once more into his body, giving him a break.

"Bang!"

Just when Duru couldn't help but close his eyes and wait for death, a burst of gunfire rang out behind him.

The troll's chest was covered with a blood flower, and it collapsed crookedly.

With all his strength, Duru broke free of the corpse and sat up from the ground, panting heavily, and finally crawled out of the cold and terrible abyss like a living person, and then he saw the figure of Cesar behind him, who did not say anything, put away his musket, drew his weapon, and slashed at the other trolls around him.

The other party did not speak, but it made Du Lu feel tormented more than reprimand.

The corpses of more than a dozen Night Elf warriors had fallen around, these were a limited number of elites in the tribe, and they had died here without knowing what they had done in the face of thousands of troops.

"Damn!"

Duru slammed his hand on the ground to vent, then picked up his weapon and stood up, it was too late to repent, and he had to make up for his sins by killing more enemies.

In terms of the scene, the number of trolls was three times that of the Night Elves, who had more than twenty more, and the number of trolls reached seventy.

At this moment, the trolls really showed their horror.

Group combat and legion charges may be the strengths of orcs and humans, but they have never belonged to trolls, their complex composition, and the clans fighting each other endlessly, so it is difficult to play a strategic role, but it is estimated that few races will be better at group combat than them-

Taking advantage of the advantage of numbers, they will first let two trolls flank each other, attract enough attention before sneaking around their backs, and there are also those who block the enemy's movement like the troll who entangled Duru before, and then have other trolls mend the knife, they are not afraid of sacrifice at all.

This is perhaps quite a contradiction.

For example, the trolls who were panicked and fled in fear in the face of the mines, but now they are completely fearless of death, or they revere the gods but try to enslave them and steal their power for their own use.

Trolls are such a contradictory race, and their belief in the soul makes them feel that if they can kill their enemies instead of wasting them in vain, they will be able to find peace and tranquility after death.

Taking advantage of the equipment, the Night Elves have managed to hold out until now despite the disparity in strength and the unfavorable situation of being ambushed, but it has to be said that they may not be able to hold out for long.

The trolls also noticed the decline of the Night Elves, and they consciously expanded this, using the encirclement and entanglement to wear down the Night Elves' will and physical strength, rather than rushing to fight each other to the death.

"It's bad if it goes on like this!" Jia Lei's face was also painted in two places, and his forehead had been bleeding, although he was neither intelligent nor shrewd, but as an excellent warrior, he still had a very accurate grasp of the battle situation.

Cesar agreed with him: "We must open a gap as soon as possible and retreat. ”

"I just don't know how these guys will retaliate against us when they gather together to find out that the enemy who had beaten them to the ground and fled is so vulnerable?" It turned out that Jare's mouth was indeed a crow's, and the situation was difficult enough, and he had to add this to make matters worse.

Cesar was also speechless for a while, but fortunately, he didn't forget to boost his low morale: "At that time, the situation will wait until you can escape from here alive, everyone is ready, let's kill from the south together!" ”

The Night Elves nodded, and this time no one came forward to question Cesar's judgment, not even Duru lowered his head.

"Up!"

Cesar's personality made him a man of action through and through, without any nonsense, and after shouting, he rushed out first.

Not to be outdone, the other Night Elves followed in Cesar's footsteps and began to break through in the direction of the south.

But the results were not encouraging, and the trolls had placed a large number of men on the side as if they had expected them to do so, and the Night Elves felt as if they had hit a heavy sponge wall, ricocheting their attack back as it was.

"They want to break through, close the encirclement, and kill them all!" Someone from among the trolls commanded.

In this way, the trolls, who were only consumption-based just now, rushed up again and desperately.

Worst case scenario!

Is there any way to escape at such a time?

Without. Cesar thought that the commandos led by Darth Rema were chasing the trolls in exactly two directions, and even if he had the ability, it would be impossible for him to bring the army here.

Is this the end of it?

Just as Cesar and the Night Elves were deciding to fight to the death, they suddenly heard a long, dull horn in the woods.

"What's that?"

The Night Elves never used a horn to send messages, so Cesara thought it was a troll unit, but when they turned around, they found that the trolls around them were also looking around in surprise.

Then, suddenly, they found a thorny thorn growing under their feet, binding the troll's ankles, and they dragged their heels desperately but their feet sank into the mud, and the foliage around the woods trembled at this moment, and a creature with the lower half of the body was a deer and the upper half of the body was a human.

These creatures, known as the Guardians of the Jungle, are the descendants of Cenarius, the god of the forest.

"Barbarian invaders, when you entered this forest to kill the living creatures, you were doomed to have the result of today, and now, the time has come to pay the price!"

The one they led them, Zartha, the eldest son of Cenarius, pronounced the punishment of the forest on their enemies.