By the time the Allies had cleaned up the battlefield and burned all the corpses, it was already dark. Bled sent several waves of air force scouts to the west. The main purpose is to grasp the first-hand situation of the Deadwood Troll's return for help.

The trolls had a lot of round rolling stones stored in the valley mouth and the sentry, but they were destroyed by Goron before they could be used, and now it happened to be cheaper for Brad. He planned to use the troll's strategy to rearrange Taniguchi's defenses, swap the trolls' offense and defense, and fight a positional defense battle.

Brad was looking forward to the trolls' expressions as they saw the coalition using their way.

To be on the safe side, Brad took out more than a hundred dwarf-style cannons from the territory warehouse and placed them on the valley mouth and sentry respectively, and equipped the knights of the Silver Hand with a shotgun with acceleration runes made by the assembly line of the territory military factory. And a large number of ordinary bullets were distributed. Blake was greedy and wanted to ask for it, so Brad reluctantly said in advance that these things were all temporary loans. After all, the Jasper Territory is not rich, it has been in deficit for several months, and if it hadn't been for the large amount of money in Minasil Port, the economy of the Territory would have collapsed long ago.

Next, a dense burst of gunfire rang out in the valley, and it was Brad who told them to practice their guns. He didn't require these paladins to be able to penetrate a hundred steps, as long as they were familiar with the use of firearms.

"Lieutenant Marshal, the trolls have been discovered." On the fourth day after the war, a scout reported to Brad, who was patrolling the valley.

"Have you ever found out the number of enemies?" Brad asked, touching Xiaobai's scales.

The dwarven companion next to him stepped forward and said, "Deputy Marshal, after my calculations. There were at least 150,000 of them. ”

Furding's hand shook and said in surprise: "How can it be so many?" ”

Brad sighed and said, "It must be that the two troll armies attacking Stratholme and entanglement of the hands of Tyr have converged. ”

"Then we're in big trouble." Ferdin's heart was already thinking of retreating. An enemy three times as large as your own will be difficult to win even if you have a geographical advantage. It would be a big problem to be trapped in the valley then, and he didn't want to be trapped in this place and fight a war of attrition with the trolls.

"How many days are they left to get here?" Brad looked up and asked the scout.

The human scout thought for a moment and said, "They are also on their way day and night, and at the current speed, it will not take more than two days to reach the valley. ”

Brad waved his hand for the scout to rest, and he paced back and forth to figure out what to do. Brad himself was surprised, although he had long expected that the trolls had more than fifty thousand troops. But I didn't expect so much. All the soldiers really have a huge advantage, Brad sighed leisurely.

Leaving like this was definitely not the result he wanted, since he was the chief general of this military operation. Then you must finish beautifully, if you fail, it will greatly affect your prestige.

Brad's eyes flickered, as if he had made up his mind, and said to Fordin, "Since you want to play." Then play a big one. ”

Brad told his plan. Fording pondered for a moment and finally nodded, and the two began to go their separate ways.

To the north of Daron Mill, an army of trolls is speeding down the avenue. Trolls are physically strong and resilient, and they won't get tired even after long runs. The trolls are closed and xenophobic, with few allies. Their forging is extremely underdeveloped, and the entire race is dressed in animal skin armor.

The one-eared leader of the Deadwood is now very annoyed, and he is frantically besieging Stratholme. Just when he thought that Stratholme would not be able to hold out for a few days, he suddenly received a communication from the high priest that the enemy was attacking Zumashal. I hope to come back and support.

At first, he didn't think about it, thinking that 20,000 troll warriors, even if the opponent attacked with 100,000 people, could hold on for a month. And you don't need a month, a few days, just a few days to take Stratholme by yourself. But the High Priest could no longer be contacted during the day, and it was only then that he realized that something was wrong.

He hurriedly contacted the chief of the Deadwood Trolls who had pinned down Tyr's hand, and learned that the returning scouts of Zumashar had determined that the valley had been taken by a coalition of humans, dwarves, and High Elves. Due to the high security of the Union forces, he could not penetrate at all.

The one-eared leader of the deadwood was anxious, there were all the trolls of Taloomir, young and old, and the old man was there. If the young troll is killed. The thought of this situation made the one-eared leader shudder.

So he immediately gave up attacking Stratholme, did not even pack up his tent, quickly evacuated at night, and agreed on a meeting place with the chief, and then returned to Zumashar together, killed all the damned aliens, and recaptured the valley.

When the news broke that Zumashar had been captured by humans and elves, and that the trolls might be imprisoned, the trolls fell into a state of madness, frantically following the leader back to the lair.

A middle-aged troll with a red cockscomb head said worriedly as he followed the one-eared troll, "Chief, we have disobeyed Zulkin's orders like this. And the Hand of Tyr, I leave with the army, and the Hand of Tyr will probably send troops as well. ”

The voice of one ear is extremely hoarse. "I know, but we can't help but come back. If all the children in our clan are killed, there will be a huge fault in our clan. ”

"If we disobey his orders like this, Zurgin will definitely take revenge." Cockscomb said worriedly.

"How I don't understand." The one-eared troll leader smiled wryly and continued, "But so what. If our clan is wiped out, what does it matter to you and me if the trolls are resurrected? ”

The words of the cockscomb troll to the leader were also silent, yes, they are going to be wiped out, even if the trolls rise, what does it have to do with them. He glanced at the starry rivers in the sky, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

The one-eared leader's feet went limp, and the dirt under his feet sank.

"No, something is wrong."

"What?" The cockscomb-headed troll was dazed.

Mon Ear said as he ran: "This part of the road is wrong, don't you notice that there are many places that are very soft?" ”

The cockscomb glanced at it casually and found many traces, but still reassured: "It should be caused by a wild dog or some wild beast, right?" ”

"I don't know what the road is for. I felt a palpitation for some reason. After saying that, he shouted to the team: "Get out of the way, quick!" He trusts his instincts. It is by virtue of his keen intuition that he can survive countless storms without falling.

Seeing Mon Er running to the side of the road, the Cockscomb Head Chief followed, but he still felt that it was a big fuss, and said: "What can ......" He suddenly saw sparks flickering on the side of the road, but the sound of hundreds of thousands of trolls galloping muffled the sound of sparks, and he couldn't hear anything.

Boom, boom. Boom, boom......

It seemed that only the earth-shattering explosion was left in the entire world, and the cockscomb head looked stupidly at the people on a large section of the road, screaming as the earth and fire were blown away. Then tumbled and landed.

The trolls at the center of the explosion were directly blown to pieces, and the nearby trolls were brutally dismembered by iron and steel balls, and those who were a little further away were also shocked out of the air, and they were all injured somewhat.

The trolls in the rear looked at the severed limbs and the people howling in pools of blood everywhere in front of them. First stunned. Anger ensued.

The troll's sense of battle was indeed strong, and he reorganized his formation without an order, quickly left the main road and looked around vigilantly.

"Bastard." One ear wiped a handful of blood splashed on his face, he was so distressed that he was about to drip blood, and the trolls behind him were all elite troops among trolls, and they were his descendants. He only glanced at it and analyzed that he had lost at least more than 10,000 trolls this time.

Glancing at the clansmen who were screaming in pain on the ground, the cockscomb raised the spear in his hand. Angry roared: "Who, who the hell is it." Come out for me. ”

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the air. "Since they want to die, give them a ride."

"Guys, give them something awesome." Blake excitedly took the lead and flew towards the troll's gathering place.

"Scatter, spear, prepare for battle." Seeing a griffin knight flying in the sky, the one-eared leader quickly devised a strategy.

I have to say that their strategy is very correct, if it is an ordinary air force, this trick will definitely work, after all, trolls are all good at throwing spears.

But he ran into someone who didn't play his cards according to common sense. The Air Force is in the air outside the range of the trolls, and it does not fall at all. They formed a dense formation, throwing iron grenades downwards as soon as they reached the top of the troll's head.

The sound of a rumbling explosion resounded in the night sky again.

Trolls have night vision, and it's not difficult to dodge iron grenades thrown from high in the air, but the difficulty is that the grenades in the sky are so dense that many trolls have nowhere to hide.

Aha......

With the shouts of the Cockscomb Chieftain, the poisonous spear in his hand shot into the air like sharp arrows. The spear stabbed into the griffon's chest, and the spearhead stabbed out of the griffon's back and into the dwarf's chest again. The dwarf's big smile came to an abrupt end, and he rolled with the griffin and fell to the ground with a face full of reluctance.

At the same time, the one-eared troll also held the green staff in his hand. A large spell poured out of his mouth, and the staff in his hand snapped into the air, and a boiling green ball of water sank into the chest of a griffin at a speed no weaker than a spear, and the griffon's wings suddenly stopped waving, and then burst like a water bag full of water, leaving the griffon knight's bones gone. The pale green shockwave spread like a wave of air, and the griffin riders, who couldn't dodge, rained down from the sky.

Bang bang bang......

Dozens of landed griffons and knights burst open like the first knight to explode, their bodies already corroded by the violent toxins. Fishy green water suddenly covered a large area of the ground. Plants that come into contact with the green liquid wither and wither in an instant.

The Alliance's air force did not become frightened by the sacrifice of its comrades, but became even more frenzied, constantly lining up to throw grenades at the trolls below.

Except for the two epic powerhouses of the cockscomb and the one-eared leader, none of the trolls can inflict any effective damage on the air troops. Instead, the grenade exploded and the formation was scattered, and the army was crushed.

"Retreat into the forest, quick." Cockscomb grasped the One-Eared Leader's intentions and shouted frantically. The trolls finally found their backbone and scattered towards the forest not far away.

The one-eared troll quickly chanted the spell again, and five seconds later, a green ball formed. It's just that the moment the green ball leaves the staff, a cyan light and shadow collides with the green ball.

Burst......

Bang......

The cyan light pierced the green ball and quickly slammed into the toxin gem at the tip of the staff in the one-eared leader's hand...... (To be continued......)