The Viku people of Dragonskull Village never imagined that a natural disaster would befall them.

When the troll forces led by Dakuru swarmed down the hillside, the Viku, who were usually well-trained and had been in the company of war all year round, looked a little surprised, but did not panic.

Woo!!

The sound of battle horns resounded through Dragonskull Village.

Seeing the attack of those black crushing troops, under the organization of some dragon raiders, some of the Viku fighters who were cutting wood in the field retreated to the Dragon Skull Village, they put down the firewood in their hands, and then neatly and quickly went into the room, and took out the two-handed swords and shields placed on the weapon racks.

It's a pity that they were still a step too late, or they underestimated the speed of the troll army led by Dakuru.

In fact, even Xue Huan, who had been engrossed in the battlefield, showed a shocked expression, the action of these trolls was too fast, it was beyond his imagination.

He didn't expect much from the troll warriors led by Dakuru, he just wanted to use these monsters as cannon fodder. But when he saw these bloodthirsty, furious, fast-moving troll warriors, he chose to overturn his opinion.

Perhaps, these Dakale trolls will be able to become a powerful military force under his command in the future...

While Xue Huan was still thinking, with a shocking bang, more than 400 troll warriors led by Dakuru had already broken through the corrupt wooden gate, poured into the Dragon Skull Village, and began to fight the Viku people.

Dakuru, as the leader, took the lead, armed with two giant battle axes, and with a single charge, he knocked down two tall Viku fighters. Even before the two Viku could react, they had been trampled into meat sauce by the iron hooves of the troll army.

Xue Huan stood on the top of the hill, and at his side was the loyal servant, Kel'thugad.

He looked around, and it was still in order, and a peaceful dragon skull village was already full of gunsmoke at this time, and mourning was everywhere.

Faced with his army of trolls, the Frostviku chose to resist to the death. The scene was extremely chaotic, with countless troll warriors armed with halberds and Viku fighters armed with swords and shields fighting each other.

At this time, the innate strength of the Viku people and the swiftness of the Dakale troll warriors were vividly displayed.

I saw a tall Viku warrior after resisting a strong attack with his shield, and then swung the giant axe in his hand, and the Dakale troll who couldn't dodge even though he subconsciously blocked it with a halberd in front of him, but he was also knocked out by this powerful blow, and then slammed into the tower wall, spitting blood.

It's not uncommon to see this in the chaos of the battlefield, but the swift movements of the Dakale trolls have also taken a toll on the sluggish Viku.

For the first time, the ferocious and brutal Viku felt powerless in the face of these Dhakale trolls hovering around them like flies.

Although they have the divine power bestowed by the Titans and are infinitely powerful, Dragonskull Village is only an outpost of Utgard Castle after all, and there are only a handful of Viku people stationed here.

In terms of numbers, they were nowhere near as many as the Dakkalai trolls under Dakuru's command, and they were attacked by Dakuru before they even had time to apply for reinforcements from Utgard Castle.

Xue Huan looked at everything that happened in the Dragon Skull Village with cold eyes, he was both amazed by the divine power bestowed by the Titans of the Viku people, and he was also relieved by the Dakale trolls under his command, this army of trolls who had taken refuge in him far exceeded his expectations.

It seems that the first phase of the battle went exceptionally well!

The battle in Dragonskull Village continues, and the number of Dragons' Waiku is also drastically decreasing, and under the cannibalization of the frost trolls, there are not many Vicku people left in Dragonskull Village.

Although they were still resisting to the death under the leadership of several Dragon Raider Lords, they were no longer able to return to the sky due to their numerical inferiority. They were barricaded in front of a dilapidated wooden hut by a group of frost trolls, their faces covered in blood, revealing only a pair of tired eyes.

Even Dakuru had seen such a look in the eyes of these bloodthirsty and brutal Viku people for the first time.

The battle had lasted less than an hour, and the corpses had already heaped across the village, some of them of the frost trolls, but the tall Viku were clearly the majority.

And all this was when the Scourge Legion led by Xue Huan arrived, and the end symbol was drawn.

Frost Grief in his hand, Xue Huan descended on Dragonskull Village like a messenger of death, and behind him, two giant abominations stood on either side of him like guards. He saw surprise and horror in the eyes of those Viku, and looked at him as if he had seen a demon.

Xue Huan licked his lips, he began to enjoy the fear of the enemy!

He swept his indifferent gaze over the recalcitrant giants in the corner, then turned to the corpses around him.

The battle was much easier than he had imagined, and he had expected to use his Scourge legion, but he didn't expect that the troll army led by Dakuru alone would be enough to crush the vaunted Viku.

Looking at all this, Xue Huan showed a demonic smile.

"Kill them and leave them all behind!!"

Xue Huan pointed the frost sorrow in his hand at the Viku people not far away.

Then, under Dakuru's order, hundreds of Dakale trolls swarmed up, and those already exhausted Vikus had no power to resist, and were instantly slaughtered by the swarming Dakale trolls.

"Humph!"

Xue Huan snorted coldly, he stood among the mountains of corpses, watching all this with cold eyes, his nasal cavity was filled with the smell of nausea and nausea, but his heart did not fluctuate at all.

"Get out of the way!!" Xue Huan was expressionless, and gave the order coldly.

Under his orders, all the living, including Kel'thugad and Dakuru, as well as the undead army, retreated a few meters, giving way to the clearing around Xue Huan.

Xue Huan was silent for a while, he closed his eyes lightly, and then opened his eyes violently, and a murderous look flowed in his eyes.

"Drink!"

He let out a loud cry, then raised the Frost Grief in his hand above the top, and the dark light that symbolized death swirled around the magic sword, gradually increasing in speed and splitting into countless black-purple rays of light.

The black-purple rays of light rolled and snaked like pythons along Frostmourn's blade, plunging headlong into the festering corpses near him.

"Up!!"

With Xue Huan's order, a strange and terrifying scene appeared.

I saw that the eyes of the corpses of the Viku who had just died and collapsed to the ground suddenly burst into a burst of red light, and then, the mouths of the corpses everywhere made a "rumbling and rumbling" sound, and a disgusting green juice flowed out.

Under the noses of the Dhakale trolls led by Kel'thugad and Dakuru, the corpses began to stumble to their feet, shaking their heads, and some even looking around for their severed limbs.

A large number of dead staggered towards Xue Huan, but they did not attack, but stopped less than a meter away from Xue Huan, surrounded Xue Huan as if they were pilgrimage, and shook their heads wildly.

As more and more corpses were resurrected, Xue Huan gradually felt powerless, he withdrew the sorrow of the frost, gasping for breath, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead and dissolving into the rotten soil.

It seemed that he still couldn't control the huge consumption of mental power, and he had to stop resurrecting the undead, and several corpses that struggled to get up returned to dead silence after he stopped casting spells.

"What a feeling!!"

Xue Huan held his breath and looked at the newly joined "subjects", a grim smile on his pale face.

Now you belong to me...

At Xue Huan's behest, Dakuru began ordering his frost trolls to burn down houses and pollute farmland and rivers.

Unlike the commonplace, expressionless Kel'thugad, the troll leader had become more submissive after witnessing Xue Huan use his fearsome dark spell, and Dakuru seemed to see Xue Huan as his only object of allegiance.

After resting and rectifying in the Dragon Skull Village for a while, Xue Huan stood on top of a boulder spire, and as far as the eye could see, the peaceful and peaceful Dragon Skull Village was now in ruins, and this village had become the first stepping stone on his expedition.

After the baptism of a great war, his army not only did not lose soldiers, but grew larger.

Frost's sorrow was held tightly in Xue Huan's hands, and he glanced at the new "subjects" - the skin of several dragon snatchers had changed from the original light blue to black and purple symbolizing death, they were not breathing, their eyes were empty, and they were looking at themselves lifelessly, and the rest of the dragon raiders who had been "resurrected" by him were also the same.

Looking at all this, the corners of Xue Huan's mouth twitched, revealing a weird smile.

It is a great irony that an enemy who was still against him has become a loyal slave in an instant!

But...

He likes this feeling, and all enemies who disobey him should end up like this!

Wielding Frost Sorrow again, he pointed his sword straight at the giant castle surrounded by mist.

Now, he will re-lead this army of the dead to attack the castle, and these "Vikus" will be the vanguard!

(End of chapter)