Although Blade Tooth was a little laughing and crying by this behavior, he was still quite proud in his heart.

Whether they really like themselves or not, but at this moment they all make the choice of 'protection';

Does this somewhat prove that the value of one's own tribe has become a general consensus?

Thinking about this almost unequivocal question, Bladefang rode the moose leader to the three enemy chiefs.

The mount with a shoulder height of four meters and five meters is still as powerful as ever....

When you look at it from a distance, you may not feel it much;

But when the four trolls really got together, this difference in 'size' had a considerable deterrent effect on the large number of trolls in both camps.

To be a backdrop for the 'tall' of others, which is unbearable among trolls who are strong and beautiful, especially for the chiefs of all parties;

The leaders who wanted to say something were reluctant to stay by the blade for a long time at this time.

After briefly expressing their intentions in the crude language of trolls, and having jointly determined the time and place of the beginning of the war, they hurried out of the front.

He didn't want to be a dwarf anymore, even if he had a second longer.

'The enemy will attack after 10 steps and 100 steps'

With this news, Bladefang returned to his phalanx as a victor;

In the middle of the battle, the trolls were in a state of cheer when they saw the three leaders of the opposing team being 'scared away' by their own leaders.

Seeing that the army's heart was available, Blade Fang hurriedly added another fire, and he rode a tall moose around the formation, and said in a loud voice,

"Fellow citizens, enemy trolls are shameless!! They violated the traditions of the intertribes that have been around since ancient times! They're scared! Just come and deceive! Come sneak attack! With dirty means, as many as 60 of our heroic compatriots were killed! Now, tell me your will! Tell them about our common will! ”

'Knock, knock, knock! ’

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

A neat shield strike came from the array of soldiers, and a shout of killing, which gradually became neat, also rushed into the sky from the rear chasseur troops.

"Excellent! 600 against 2,000 advantage in me! Beat them! And then sweep their homes! ”

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As soon as the three chiefs returned to their camp, there was a burst of shouts from behind them, although they didn't know what they were shouting, but they did seem to be extraordinarily powerful.

They looked back at each other's almost visible momentum, looking at the trolls who had become a little sluggish on their side.....

At this time, no matter how unenlightened and primitive they are, they are vaguely aware of something called 'morale';

Realize how the behavior of himself and the other three trolls who were unwilling to stay in front of the high-flying fangs because of the 'face' problem had caused their 'morale'.

But this perception, which is still very hazy, has not allowed them to find a solution.

Not to mention the three of them, even the witch doctors who accompanied them and were now in the rear did not have a good plan for this.

In this way, after waiting for about ten hundred paces, the chiefs ordered the 'great army' to attack.

With the order, nearly two thousand trolls began to charge like a flood that opened the floodgates, without reserves and no attack echelons.

What can Bladetooth say about this? Naturally, it was the hands and feet that welcomed...

"All of them! Prepare for the spear! ”

"Attention hunter squadrons! Take the squadron as a unit! Attack all targets that enter the 100 meters! Project command is delegated to each squadron leader! Seize the moment! ”

As his words fell, the soldiers and hunters picked up the spears that were ready at their feet.

Among them, the chasseurs, already under the command of the squadron leader, began to enter the charging posture;

The squadron of soldiers, who did not receive the next order, just continued to wait with their spears thrown vertically.

The troll's charge is fast, 200 meters, 180 meters....

The blade teeth saw very clearly, the three leaders adhered to the principle of the leader of the primitive tribe bravely, led the strongest group of warriors in their tribe, and charged at the forefront as the three most prominent arrows.

Although he had missed the opportunity of the 'cold gun' before the negotiation for one reason or another, it was different now, and he gave the order with almost no burden,

"All the soldiers have it! The 1st and 5th squadrons of the fighters, the salient on the left side of the target! The 2nd and 3rd squadrons, the central salient of the target! 4th and 6th squadrons, salient to the right of the target! Preparation!!! ”

150 meters... 130 meters... 120 meters

"Soldier first round! Attack! ”

As soon as the words fell, the 250 heavy throwing spears were divided into three directions, and they were thrown diagonally upward;

The troll's strength was immense, and in a buzzing sound, the spear reached its highest point in just a few breaths.

Seeing this, the enemy trolls who were charging at the forefront first wondered why the enemy was so far away and began to attack;

Then they wondered why they were looking at the sky;

But when the rethrow spear began to turn and pointed diagonally from high in the air, even if they didn't understand how it worked, it was enough for them to know what was about to come.....

The trolls, who had never thought that they would face an attack from a hundred meters away, shouted like a goddess scattering flowers to avoid it.

There are those who are brave and incomparable, and the heads of the iron continue to move forward, such as the three chiefs;

There are also those who run to both sides regardless of their heads, and then collide with their compatriots who have the same idea and become a rolling gourd, and are ruthlessly pierced into hedgehogs;

There are also those who are more than majestic, but lack of courage, who actually began to rush back with a sudden stop, and single-handedly knocked the rear troll into a 'man on his back', and then held hands and became the target of joy.

The projectile of the heavy throwing spear naturally cannot be carried out in only one round;

When the first shot was thrown, the soldiers quickly threw a second wave, followed by a third, a fourth, and a fifth wave;

In addition, the hunters in the rear also began to attack in batches after the enemy entered a hundred meters.

In hunting, due to the environmental factors of the forest, they will more often use short spears for both near and far to shoot 'flat and oblique';

This kind of battlefield 'projectile method' can only be tried when the 'militia' is being trained.

Therefore, in terms of efficiency and accuracy, it lagged behind the soldiers a lot;

But undoubtedly, this does not prevent them from making brainless attacks in dense formations.

Moreover, those squadron leaders, in line with the simple feeling of 'fighting the strongest', all selected the first round of targets in the area where the enemy chief was located.

In other words, their goals coincided to a considerable extent in the first few rounds of attacks.....

In this way, in the face of waves of spears that rained down, the strongest wave of trolls in the three suddenly fell into blood mold.

The most conspicuous center became the area where the 'fires' were most severe.

The chief of the Richia tribe, who can be called the strongest warrior of the three tribes, dodged three spears before and after with his excellent strength;

When facing the fourth, he was finally pierced through the abdomen because he finally had no time to dodge....

Honestly, it's not a fatal injury for a troll.

As long as you pull out the spear first, and then use your hands to open the wound on the surface of the body, and wait for the damage to the internal organs to heal before the bleeding stops, you can let the wound on the surface of the body heal.

While it will feel more or less debilitating depending on the amount of blood, in most cases, this will not prevent the troll from continuing the fight.

But the weight and acceleration of gravity, combined with the tip in front of it, made it a terrifying weapon;

It pierced through Chief Ricia's abdomen, and the other end dug deep into the ground unabated, somewhat delaying it from saving itself.

As a result, in the short time he was immobilized, he was hit again by four throwing spears, one of which happened to pierce his head directly.