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Unlike the echinoderm werewolves, who lack food and get carried away at the sight of their prey, trolls are also robbers, but they are the most vicious of the bandits. They have little interest in the little profits of their masters, poultry and livestock, and they have to tie up their masters, and then force them to dig out their deposits and the most expensive jewelry, and tear up the tickets when they are done.

But character and behavior aside, you have to admire their specialization in the arts.

You would be mistaken to think that these trolls are fools who can only babble and rush forward, in fact, forest trolls are very good at hunting, they know how to use props and tactics, in thousands of years of continuous warfare and confrontation, the trolls have mastered not only excellent combat skills, so that their territory is constantly expanding, but also unparalleled patience, action and cooperation between groups.

Don't look at them all thin and tall like bamboo poles, not even straight waists, but a stone spear can be thrown to pierce the body of the prey, nailing it to the trunk of a tree is not something that everyone can do, but this is rare among the troll tribes. The troll's two-meter-tall stature and explosive muscles are actually superior to humans in every way.

Look at the silhouette of them running through the trees, crawling and rolling, except for the tactical gestures, which are a little simpler, and feel like special forces in action. They walk briskly, barely touching the ground, and the leaves rub against their bodies with only a slight rustling sound, and when they spot their prey, they immediately slow down and hide in the trunks and leaves.

Their green skin is similar to that of plants, and they are a natural protective color, making it difficult for even the most astute animals to spot them from a distance of ten meters.

Look at the deer found by the waterhole, it suddenly raised its head from its drunken state, pricked up its ears, and stared around alertly, its front hooves uneasily picking at the dirt, as if ready to flee at any moment.

It couldn't hold it back, and the silence around it, even the sound of wind and birdsong, made the uneasiness in its heart more and more intense, and it began to turn around and run away, and at this time, wolves sprang out of the forest on the other side.

The timberwolves, perhaps because they usually have more abundant food, are a little bigger than the mountain wolves, and their momentum is more terrifying.

But just as they sprang out, and the wolf jumped into the air, a sharp arrow flew from the branch and shot through its throat, and before the other wolves could react, a row of stone spears was thrown from behind the branches in the bushes, and the timberwolves roared in horror and grief, and they did not understand what was happening, and then a group of green-skinned trolls descended from the sky through the vines.

Many of them straddled the wolf with a light movement, and before the other could jolt off his back, he slit each other's throats with sharpened daggers. There were also some who were not so successful, but it was okay, they rolled around and unloaded the strength of their bodies, and then dodged the range of the enemy's claws and fangs to refute the rumors, and inserted their weapons into the opponent's fatal point.

Sharp weapons pierce flesh and skin with a unique touch, and trolls feel good at the desperate eyes of other hunting objects.

At this time, trolls had not yet begun to use metal weapons, and their short weapons were usually made of sharp claws or fangs, and the bones of some large animals would also be sharpened by them to use as weapons.

After taking out the wolves, they weren't trying to stop the elk from escaping, and for the trolls, it wasn't much of a hunt, just a way to sweep away threats along the way - and the deer, just food, could catch them whenever they wanted.

And these wolves - trolls don't need predators to eat their prey.

They barely stopped, except for a few who plucked their fangs from the wolf's beak and hung them on their waists to turn back and sharpen their weapons again, and their ranks continued to go deeper, gradually approaching the center of the forest.

Then, they meet the Night Elves.

In the heart of the Silent Forest, the Well of Eternity, the territory of the Night Elves, when Azhara heard that a band of bandits from the east had rampaged through her door, the bold and perceptive elf almost instantly took a stand—she was going to take a head on the trolls.

The Night Elves were stirred up, they hadn't seen the horrors of the other trolls, but none of the stories passed down from their ancestors would have taken a good hold on to the enslavers. But Eren knew that the reason for Azhara's quick decision had nothing to do with past hatred and foresight, but simply that she didn't want to cede the Well of Eternity to other races that were not Night Elves.

The private desire of the female is sometimes a terrible thing.

Fortunately, Aishara did not leave her own god alone, and she quickly said that she would enter into a meditation to communicate with the gods to decide specific matters, and she trusted her gods well-

"God Alan will guide us to victory!" She shouted to her people.

“andu-falah-dor！” Her people echoed.

As it turned out, she was right.

Alan naturally wouldn't object to the Night Elves' decision to fight the trolls with all their might, he didn't want to be friends with those guys who drank blood and gouged people's heads into the pot to cook, and it was said that these guys were extremely unfriendly to the gods, and the practice of trying to enslave each other while clearly believing in the gods made Alan scoff - how did these guys get the attribute of piety, he was glad that he didn't choose trolls as the starting point in the first place.

And as a support for Aishara, Alan decided to go into battle himself.

Of course, this refers to his acting body, Darth Rema.

The trolls did appear slightly faster than Eren had guessed, because the information he had received from the echinoderm gnolls and the land area of the Eastern Plains had taken over a season to digest such a vast expanse of land. But the truth is contrary to Alan's suspicions, in fact, if it weren't for the army of the Dakale trolls who attacked them, they would have almost followed in the footsteps of the echinoderm gnolls.

The reason is actually very simple, they are only responsible for conquest, not production and governance, just like the nomads who used to conquer the world immediately. Believe, I come, I conquer, and then leave with devastation and untold destruction and suffering.

As one of the most formidable races of Azeroth's time, they have trampled countless tribes, and now they will face the challenge of a new and incredibly young race.

Tasada is focused only on the present.

His ambitious eyes saw only the creatures that had fled in front of him and his people, they were weak, they were panicked, and often the trolls just waved their weapons in their hands, and with a shout, they ran away from each other with a ridiculous appearance, which greatly increased the trolls' rampaging spirit.

Sure enough, there is no enemy in this world who can thwart the great trolls, and now that even those bugmen have been defeated, there is no creature standing in their way.

So—

"Rejoice, kill, this forest is ours!"

He yelled.

And his people also brandished stone spears, and shouted with joy.

Until, a fireball the size of a basin called the troll beside Tasada to the tree, scorching the trunk as well.

"It seems that I must teach you, savage races, what important virtues of humility and respect are!"