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The troll warriors who had just planned to surround them immediately withdrew from the circle, and looked at the Night Elves in the circle in shock, with hesitation and horror on their faces. But this can't be blamed on them entirely, but anyone who has been instilled with the concept of ghosts and gods since childhood can still fight from the ground after seeing someone shot, this is almost the same reaction.

Don't forget that among many of the troll tribes, there are legends of souls coming back from the dead, and there is no unwavering belief in the immortality of souls. Of course, these stories are not all made up, in fact, the Scourge of the Scourge created by the famous Lich King Neozu in history is not original, but a modified version of the troll voodoo, in the Amanda tribe, there are some witch doctors who use such a secret technique of resurrection, and in Zurfarak, the capital of the Sandfurious Trolls, there is a tradition of mummifying living corpses.

Trolls believe that resentful spirits are evil and powerful, and that they will use their geist time to seek revenge on the living, and because they are spirits, the weapons of the living are useless against them, and only witch doctors who can communicate with souls and voodoo powers can deal with these terrible enemies.

So for a while, the night elves were ambushed, far fewer in number than each other, but it was the trolls who slowly retreated back - there was no witch doctor in their advance team.

Seeing this scene, Cesar, even if he didn't know the reason for the enemy's timidity, realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He may not be a great general, but he has the right time to control the battlefield, and he is quite bold, and seeing the troll's vacillation, Cesar immediately ordered to turn defense into attack.

- The method he used was also extremely preemptive, pulling out the musket in his hand and directly shattering the head of the troll Zambu in the opposing group!

The loud gunfire frightened the trolls, and the thunder that rolled up like a dry ground made the trolls even more frightened, and they turned their heads one after another, hoping to ask Zambu's orders at this time, but when they found that Zambu beside them had a gap in his neck and his head was shattered like a watermelon, the fear in their hearts reached the extreme, and they threw away their weapons and turned to run.

At this time, the Night Elves don't need their captain to explain anything, who wouldn't chase their prey?

Whoosh.

A few sentinels who climbed up trees or hid behind bunkers were the first to attack the fleeing trolls, their bows and arrows were not as soft as the trolls' stone arrows and wooden arrows, they had a long range and were extremely powerful, they were effective at a distance of 30 meters, and they easily tore the trolls' bodies, and the warriors who caught up later were even more skillful, quickly pulling out daggers and stabbing them in the throat and heart.

The Night Elves have been training this troll-specific combo lately, and this is their first time in real combat, and it turns out to be surprisingly good. Their feet may not be faster than those of trolls, and their strength may not be stronger than those of trolls, but their weapons are stronger and their routines are deeper, and in a few moments, there are no less than ten corpses left by trolls in the forest.

They were not without stubborn resistance, but the trolls who were forced to fight their lives were saddened to find that they slashed each other with weapons, or stabbed each other with stone spears, or shot with bows and arrows, and the other party did not stand at all. One of them was a Dire Troll (a variant of Trolls, an atavistic one, twice the size of a regular Troll, a Troll Berserker in War3) wielding a huge stone axe and slashing at his pursuers, hurting them for the first time.

The trolls watched with their own eyes that the Dire troll withstood the opponent's sharp arrows, suffered huge damage, and almost split half of the opponent's body in half with a brute force, and the intestines flowed all over the ground, seeing that he was dead and could not die anymore, but he didn't know how many cans the other party had taken out and sprinkled them on the wound, and the wound was so inexplicably healed.

Trolls themselves also have the ability to regenerate, but no matter how good the regeneration ability is, it is not said that they can survive if they are cut in two.

Look at their Dire Troll again, a leg was broken by a strange weapon in the opponent's hand, and his body suddenly lost his balance, and at this time, the two Night Elves caught the reality, swung down the tree along the vines, and knocked him down with ropes, and then a Night Elf who had been prepared for a long time, carried the heavy stone axe of the Dire Troll with both hands, and split his head.

This scene was deeply engraved in the eyes of the trolls, who no longer had any thought of resisting, only the idea of running away, the only thought of escaping from this terrible nightmare land.

In their cognition, as long as they are caught up by the group of unkillable demons behind them, their souls and lives will be harvested and destroyed. The screams kept coming from behind and from the side, maybe it fell on him in the next second, but even so, the trolls still didn't dare to stop, didn't dare to look back.

When they finally withdrew from the forest, the terrible enemy did not chase them out.

The Night Elves are not many in number, and now they have only killed the other party by surprise, and if they wait until the other party comes back to their senses and surrounds them, they will find that their terrifying enemies are not indestructible. Once the myth of invincibility is shattered, they will be met with a frenzied and furious counterattack from the trolls.

This was the judgment of Western Sahara.

His composure and obedience to the rules prevented the Night Elves from being carried away by victory, and in fact there were many Night Elves who advocated the pursuit of victory, but Cesar remembered the old people's descriptions of other troll tribes in the past, and he knew that such a force was only a drop in the bucket in the true Troll Empire.

And now, out of the forest is a fertile field, without any shelter, without any cover, this is the best battlefield to play the role of light cavalry and infantry, but it will definitely be a nightmare for small guerrilla forces, in fact, they have hunted more than thirty trolls, one Dire, three times their number.

And to achieve such an impressive record, only one of his side was seriously injured (the warrior who was smashed through the stomach by the Dire), and the others were only slightly injured, which is enough to boast about.

Cesar had not forgotten the purpose of their visit, not to fight the trolls, and that the confrontation just now could only be described as an accident - an unexpected encounter between the reconnaissance forces of the two sides.

Moreover, the current situation of the Night Elves is not suitable for deep pursuit, their arrows consume a lot, and their bullets also need to be loaded. Although the wounded man barely saved his life with the Well of Eternity he carried, the spring water he brought was limited, and the warrior's wound was not completely healed, but the troll was too panicked at that time, and saw that his wound healed and got up to fight, so he had the illusion that he had healed, but in fact, he was not even very good at moving.

"I'm sorry, Captain, I'm dragging you down."

"No, you have behaved very bravely, may God bless you."

After patting his comrade, who was afraid of being wounded, and telling him not to pay too much attention to it, Cesar ordered the others: "Dispose of the nearby battlefield, recover the arrows, load the bullets, and then rest in place and wait for the night." ”