The Trist Guards finally alleviated the immediate crisis by using various methods to break through. But he never expected that the troll's final scream would lead to all the dozens of compatriots in the barracks and on the edge of the swamp!

The sound of an urgent siren echoed through the barracks, and dozens of trolls, including a dozen or so Sabas-like troll hunters, their huge paws of their feet on the ground, their high-pitched howls transformed into a chilling symphony under the expansion of the stalactites at the top of the cave.

Zorn, the belated martial arts chief, didn't expect the uncontrollability of biological instincts. In the course of a month, conflicts large and small were basically controlled within certain limits, however, the group of trolls dyed with blood-red eyes in front of them were like giant beasts that had been unchained, and the drow and servants in front of them were like dwarf and poor ants, waiting for their wanton doll fate to satisfy the tyrannical psychology.

For a while, the Zall soldiers, who were originally watching the play, involuntarily became the protagonists on the stage.

But what makes the protagonists most unhappy is that this is a hand-to-hand combat scene without stand-ins, and the opponent still doesn't play according to the script.

"Bloodthirsty mania?"

Zorn Midnight muttered to himself that this kind of large-scale natural mutation was simply impossible, but it was really happening in front of his eyes.

The martial arts chief vaguely felt that there were some human factors mixed in behind this, but why did it only break out until now, and so suddenly, what affected the minds of the trolls......

The trolls were furious, and in the midst of the earth-shattering screams, Sabas, lying on the ground with his severed legs, changed his dying illness and opened his eyes with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"A charge of 50 mad trolls, which is not a common occurrence in Gulrola, Drow, do you think you have won?"

"Sabas, when did the trolls become the playthings of the Mistresses, and where is the freedom you have always flaunted?" Zorn stood still, motioning for Trist to let go of his grip on Sabas, hoping to ease the trolls' anger - the other party was on the verge of an explosion of reason, and any stimulus could lead to inevitable consequences.

"Freedom?" Sabas's eyes were a little gloomy, "The Ange tribe has long existed in name only, and the Barcelo Mistress controls the survival of the tribe, what freedom!"

As for what the Troll Hunter Sabas had to say, Zorn had heard that the Ango tribe existed even older than the underground city of Gulrolla, and that the indigenous nobility was well deserved.

Thousands of years ago, when Drow was not called Drow, the trolls lived in the depths of this underground swamp, when there were no huge city-states, no chaotic magical pollution, and trolls were reclusive and lazy, and they didn't need to worry about tomorrow - they were the kings of the swamp, with great resilience and unique poison resistance, and even the king cobra of the Culus tropical jungle was helpless against these perverse creatures.

The Ango tribe is a natural warrior for both men and women, and that's not all, but there has always been an ancient secret secret hidden among the tribe - trolls can actively trigger the berserk effect with the help of external magic, and the crimson and bloody eyes and magnified and swollen muscles are the external characteristics.

Compared to bloodthirsty spells, the Ange tribe has a more legendary effect of being spelled - sanity madness.

Unlike the primitive bestiality stimulated by bloodthirstiness, the Ange tribe seems to be able to restrain their instincts and maintain their original consciousness in bloodlust, simply improving their combat rationality within a limited time.

"What did she promise you? ”

"One territory, separate territory. Hehe. The troll hunter laughed hysterically, "No more being like a beast in a pigsty, no more ......"

"Okay, I see, no need to say more. Whether the other party really worked for Barcelo's mother, Zon had no way of knowing, but he knew that this battle had to be fought.

"Master. Captain Tristguard stood behind Zorn with his new men, and the white-haired Drow said worriedly, "Since most of the patrol soldiers are frustrated by this, we can't draw more manpower to support us for the time being. ”

"How many people can we gather now?"

The trolls were still in front of them, and no one had crossed that line of expectation for the time being, but some of the tougher troll hunters had moved from the back of the group to the front, seemingly spontaneously filling the gap in the array command, and a collective clash between Drow and the trolls was imminent.

"Less than 400 people. Trist was a little ashamed, he didn't anticipate the possible ripple effects of the troll operation, so he couldn't just mention the problem of soldier discipline when the guards reported the news, so Zorn didn't arrange for the Drow troops to accompany him.

"Oh, looking at it this way, the difference in combat power is indeed a bit big. ”

"Do you need to continue to gather men?" Trist suggested worriedly, he had the courage to take on the tall monsters, but that didn't mean he was stupid - once it turned into a group melee, the original decapitation would be of little use to the all-conquering troll clan.

"No, I don't. Zorn frowned and said, "Now the scattered increase in reinforcements is nothing more than increasing the morale of the other party, not only does it not play much role, on the contrary, it is more likely to cause chaos in the scene and affect the command effect of the military formation." ”

If the Troll Legion blessed with the effect of bloodthirsty rage is an extremely powerful armor-piercing sword, then what Zorn has to do is to turn these less than 400 Drow soldiers into a soft and cushioned shield.

And the most difficult thing is whether you can withstand the first wave of trolls.

With his hands behind his back, Zorn faced a dozen arachnid drow elves alone in the arena, as if he had a way to reverse the disadvantage in front of him.

The Commander had to behave like this, and the Drow soldiers looked at the Captain from time to time - Zorn Midnight was the god of war in the minds of the Drow Warriors, and if the slightest hesitation on his face was a devastating blow to morale.

As a professional soldier, Zorn has been hoping to change Drow society for some time, and that's why he left Gulrolla. Although he planned to introduce and adopt the training methods of the Misra Empire's army, the time was still short, and he had not even cultivated organizational discipline, let alone achieved the effect of ordering and prohibiting.

At present, the only combat power base that the Drow camp can rely on is nothing but individual strength, but the extent to which individual quality can be shown in actual combat is closely related to the morale of the soldiers themselves.

Zorn prepares for the worst - clean up the mess after the defeat of 400 Drow soldiers.

If these little cubs can survive this decisive bloody battle, then their future will be a real wilderness.