"Bang!"

A short, sharp sound of breaking through the air left only a muffled grunt and a corpse, causing a gap to immediately appear in the troll's tight formation. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As if using this one arrow as a sign, more arrows shot out of the forest.

"Damn, are there enemies over there?" Tasada roared in frustration and waved to his men: "Retreat to the right!" ”

Because of his unfamiliarity, Tasada felt as if he was inexplicably going around in circles in this forest, and although he had a premonition of something, he never dared to think deeply.

Until, their troops encountered one trap after another.

The pit that suddenly plunges into the pit will pull the passerby into the sky, and the wooden stakes that hang from the treetops and fall mercilessly. These traps are actually not for these forest trolls, but after the last battle with the forest patrol guards and the forest allies, the night elves set up a rainy day.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the guidance of the assault team led by Allen - they are always able to use their high mobility and knowledge of the forest terrain to catch up with their enemies, and then lead them to carefully designed traps step by step.

No matter how stupid the troll is, at this time he almost realizes that he is being toyed with like a clown.

Tasada roared, "Damn, we've fallen into the enemy's trap, they're driving us like sheep into the jaws of a tiger!" ”

The trolls were in a commotion.

"We can't go on like this, we have to try our best to break through in one direction," Tasada felt that the other party was cutting flesh with a blunt knife, or had a greater premeditation, as a pick-up from the Fire Tree Clan, Zambu was not a guy who walked to the end: "Since the enemy we encountered just now, they have just blindly shot arrows at us, and I deduced that their spellcaster troops are not among them-I think those spellcasters should not catch up with us so quickly, maybe we should break through in a fixed direction." ”

Tasada was reasonable, and all his subordinates were naturally convinced and roared passionately.

Trolls are not afraid of battle, and blood and death excite their souls.

Rampage!

It's a racial talent for trolls, and you should know what it means by its name.

They began to charge!

"Brother Darth Rema, those guys stopped in front of the trap, no, they seem to have turned around and rushed at us!" Fitz's clairvoyance is the best means of surveillance, giving Alan and his team time to respond.

But the speed of the trolls was still a little too fast, and I don't know if they deliberately slowed down their group action just now to maintain their formation, or if they were now in a state of rage, and even their movement speed increased.

More than thirty meters away, Alan had already seen the group of enemies roaring towards them.

In terms of quantity, the other party was 10 times his own, but Alan still said without any hesitation: "Up!" ”

At this time, whoever instigates the dish will take a break.

Let the trolls break out from here, and the ambush set up in front of the large army led by Aishara is useless. Alan was also a little greedy, he felt that since the night elves had set a trap here, it would be good to cut the number of the other party a little, but he didn't expect these trolls to find out.

The IQ is higher than you think.

Allen, who originally wanted to bully the natives of the family, had to admit this, but he didn't feel that the plan had deviated from it, although there were many people on the other side, he was a master, even if those warriors were sharpening their knives and rushing towards him, but he was still not false, because the master has always been one against a hundred.

"Cover me!"

Eren put a mana shield on himself and rushed out first.

I have seen the warriors rushing in front, but the mages rushing in front are not the only ones, at least not many.

Allen is not doing this to be a hero, firstly, he is outnumbered, and it is a matter of morale rather than a career problem to be unable to get on as a team leader, and secondly, Alan also wants to stand up.

Seeing his appearance, the trolls are not stupid.

It didn't even take Tasada to give the order himself, the skilled troll warriors had already hurled the stone spears they held in their hands in the direction of Allen, and it might not be many to poke their prey into the stone wall with a single shot like Gulavo, but piercing a person's stomach is definitely something that every troll can do.

However, Eren didn't stop at all, he flashed directly past the spears thrown at him, and quickly closed the distance between the trolls.

What was that?

Many trolls couldn't help but stop and rub their eyes vigorously, but there was no need to doubt it, because Eren had already thrown his spell in the next second.

Arcane missiles.

Please forgive Alan for throwing such an unsuitable magic at such a critical point, but it's a pity that his substitute character Darth Rema is only two-level now, and he can't use a level 3 ice ring and a level 4 blizzard, otherwise he can really let these trolls know what a mage is called.

But don't forget, this is the quiet forest where the Well of Eternity is located, and the effects of all arcane magic will be amplified, and Eren has no control over the trajectory of the arcane missiles, so the missiles the size of fireballs are shooting into the trolls as if they were bombarding indiscriminately.

This terrible magic quickly tore apart the confidence of the trolls, and even the night elves on Allen's side, when they saw the terrifying arcane energy possessed by the mage, forgot what they had to do, or Fitz and Ravenkeys, who had long been accustomed to Allen's amazing actions, screamed before continuing to draw their weapons and burst into the frightened trolls.

Unable to resist the constant bombardment of arcane missiles, the trolls, who had always had high pride and were convinced that they would never fail, finally realized the feeling of the weaker enemies they had faced in the past—they were being forced to their heads and rubbed against the muddy ground.

Tasada is messy.

It was clear that he was superior in numbers, but the blind could also tell that it was his own side that was being defeated - as long as that damn spellcaster existed, the warriors of his clan would not even be able to take a step forward!

Tassada turned to his side with a bloodless face, he was not a coward, but he trembled like the other trolls at the god-like power he had never seen before. At this time, he firmly believes that only the caster can deal with the enemy's caster, so he pins all his hopes on their witch doctor.

"Dear Utama, you must find a way." Tasada pleaded anxiously.

"Of course, that's what I'm here for." The witch doctor replied.

He is old, and he can't be as impassioned as a young man, because he also looks at death with a sense of surprise.

The clan was dying, but his movements remained unhurried, and he gripped his cane with his yellow, sharp nails, and gently struck the ground three times, then grinned his yellow teeth and chanted an even more obscure incantation.

He didn't understand what the other party's magic principle was, but he could see that the other party's mana was a tangible thing, just like an arrow, and it would have no effect if it didn't hit the target, and the voodoo he was good at was a spell that could directly act on the soul.

"Maribaruka......" When he recited the third measure of the incantation, the hollow eyes of the skull hanging from his vine staff lit up, and he was ready-

"Baruba Rousa!" Pointing the wooden staff at Allen, who was casting the spell there, he shouted the last stanza of the spell.

However, nothing happened.