"Enemy attack!"

In the silence of the night, a shrill cry pierced the pre-dawn night sky.

Suddenly, the once quiet camp became noisy: all the lying personnel were awakened from their sleep, the well-trained elven warriors methodically put on their armor, and the rangers who slept in leather armor and clothes raised their longbows and quivers, and there was a messy footstep everywhere.

Everyone was quickly organized, and piles of solid cargo were urgently unloaded from the wagons to fill the gaps between the outermost wagons.

Roland was woken up by Passaren.

"Follow me!"

The elven mage said a word to the young man who had just raised his sword, and then turned and walked out of the tent.

"What the hell is going on?" Roland only had time to hang up his sword and hurriedly hold on to his helmet to keep up with Passaren's footsteps.

"The scouts have spotted a large number of trolls ten kilometers away." The mage's face was no longer peaceful, but covered with frost.

"So the Adventist wasn't lying?" The young man turned his head to look at the west side of the camp, where the tents of the Adventists were, but they did not know whether they had been prepared or had been undisciplined, and still no one had come out of the tent.

"It shouldn't be like this, if they already know the news, then why are they going to accompany us on the road?" The elven mage's face was cloudy, "Taquilin should be safer!" Unless—"

"Their main target is not us!" The young man had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, "Taquilin! ”

The mage had obviously thought of this as well, and he nodded with difficulty, looking back in the direction of the north, the dark mountains resembling a monster with teeth and claws in the dark night sky.

"It can't be!" Sylvanas, with a black longbow on her back, didn't know when she came to the two of them.

"Sister's Ranger Force and Taquiline's garrison are at least three thousand people!"

The female ranger said to herself: "And Taquilin's position is easy to defend and difficult to attack, coupled with the tall city walls, those green skins can't pose any threat at all. ”

"What if they could open the gates?" At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Roland's mind, and he said faintly.

"The strongest fortress is always breached from within, if the Descendant cooperates with the other—"

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on the head of the female ranger, and she hurriedly called a ranger not far away, "Belonis, go and bring that group of Adventists!" ”

"Captain, those adventurers took over some of the scouts' work before, and they haven't come back yet!" The ranger, who was urgently summoned, paused for a moment and spoke.

"Don't worry about Taquelin's safety, the top priority now is to protect your own lives!" Leonik, dressed in silver-gray armor and carrying a two-handed greatsword on his back, came from not far away.

"Sylvanas, organize the rangers, Passaren, follow me, ready to provide spell support at any time."

About ten minutes later, as soon as the soldiers had finished reinforcing the carriage fort, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps from the south. There should be a lot of people on the other side, and even on dirt roads, there can still be such a big movement.

After a while, a little fire burst out of the darkness to the south, followed by hordes of troll warriors, and gradually, the fire stayed on the opposite side, but most of the trolls did not stop, but passed the outer part of the convoy and continued to walk north.

"At least two thousand people, mixed with witch doctors, their target is definitely Taquilin!" As the captain of the High Elf Ranger, Sylvanas is arguably the best on the team, "but there's only one of the guys watching over us right now dressed as a witch doctor." ”

"So the team in front of us isn't the main force?" The blonde warrior captain had a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking.

"They left a thousand men on our perimeter, but why don't they attack?"

At the same time, there are people in the opposite camp who are asking the same question.

"Lord Malakas, why are you not allowed to attack this convoy, do you want to betray Chief Zulkin?"

In front of a robed Gundam troll with a wooden crown on his head, a High Elf is questioning him. The flickering flames lit up the side of his face, and it was Kapal who had been in the convoy before.

"I only promised Zurkin to provide a thousand reinforcements to attack Taquilin, as early as Zuaman, he and I have already parted ways, what qualifications do you have to make noise in front of me!"

With that, the Troll Priest flicked his sleeves, and a cloud of dark energy struck the elf's body.

With a thud, the High Elf's body fell to the ground, and the shadow energy violently eroded his body and soul, and the great pain made every vein in his body bulge out of the skin, which was extremely terrifying. Still, he struggled to say his last words.

"You can't betray your ancestral ......"

"Dirty traitor!" The troll priest didn't show the slightest look of pity, and turned away directly.

Turning back to this side, the atmosphere is becoming more and more depressing, and the team of only more than a hundred regular soldiers is obviously able to resist the killing of almost thousands of people on the other side, even if there is a mage in his own team, but there is also a witch doctor in the opponent's camp that makes people feel the depths!

You must know that the spellcasters in this world are not as bad as in the game, and the proportion of witch doctors among trolls is comparable to that of mages in humans!

The Troll Witch Doctor is the grandfather of the witch doctor industry. They are adept at using homemade poisons and totemic powers, capable of healing the wounded as well as poisoning enemies; They will speak words that most people don't understand, and talk to magical and dark voodoo spirits to gain their powers; Their bodies are covered in various ritual tattoos and symbols, and their canes are covered with crumpled heads.

Even more terrifying are the high ranks of witch doctors, priests and sorcerers.

Troll priests are beings who can communicate with the beast gods, they can bless the power of the beast spirits on their comrades, and they can also use the power of the gods to cast spells, which is a headache for enemies; Sorcerers are unusually strange beings, able to weaken weak-willed enemies through music and dance, and can even create a puppet to connect the souls of enemies to cast curses on them.

As time passed, more and more pressure built up in the elves' minds, and Roland could feel his back soaked in cold sweat. Just as he was about to lose the pressure and was about to move his position, the distant troll camp suddenly separated, and a troll witch doctor with a scepter in his hand walked out of the group.