After the night, the trolls who had gone deep into the forest to chase them returned.

The captives were deliberately wounded enough to lose their ability to resist, and they were brought back with vines.

At this time, the battlefield began to be cleared.

According to statistics, more than 400 enemy trolls died on the spot.

Of these, most of them died under the bombardment of the heavy throwing spears, and a small half died in the stalemate stage.

As for their side, excluding the compatriots who were previously damaged in the jungle encounter, the losses in this battle also amounted to nearly 100.

When combined, the two lost a total of nearly one hundred and fifty trolls.

Ironically, many of the trolls killed during the battle were also killed by the re-throwing of the spear;

It was not a mistake of his own people, but the opposite side picked up the heavy spear that was thrown from this side, turned his head and threw it back;

As a result, many members of the Hunter Team without a shield died under the weapons made by their own side.

This was heart-wrenching news for the trolls, and neither the loss of one hundred and fifty percent, nor the cause of the loss, was anything that could be easily accepted.

This unprecedented loss made the trolls look at their captives differently.

In a semi-civilized state, they may not be able to empathize with the total loss of the tribe;

But the various hunter teams that had fallen and the soldiers who had always slept and ate together, when faced with the death of their companions who accompanied them every day;

The deep hatred naturally filled their hearts, and all kinds of 'desire for revenge' almost overwhelmed them.

In this regard, the witch doctors, including Blade Tooth, have no good solution;

Even themselves, even if they know that the tribe needs strong labor, they will have the urge to 'kill them all' from time to time.

Fortunately, the witch doctors always maintained restraint and restrained their compatriots who were about to get out of control in time.

In such a situation, the handling of the battlefield has naturally become a disguised catharsis.

In stark contrast to the careful giving of dignified burials to their own victims, the cruelty to the enemy's dead;

The trolls brutally separated the heads of their corpses, gouging out their heads, shaving their flesh, and burning them, and inserting the skulls from the burned flesh into the spikes at the top of the tribe's steel and wood fence walls.

One by one, the heads, with their hollow eyes, looked straight from the wall in all directions, as if they were silently warning their future successors.

The remaining corpses were stuffed into the tribe's charcoal cellar and burned at high temperatures;

The inactive flesh no longer had the strong fire resistance in front of it, and was quickly burned to ashes, leaving only the dense bones like metal, which could neither burn nor shatter.

In desperation, these bones were evenly buried into the roads inside and outside the tribe, serving as 'bricks' to be trampled forever.

Blade Fang watched all this helplessly, he had the heart to dissuade this extremely cruel and barbaric behavior, but due to the limitations of his position and the emotions of the tribe, he could only choose to let it go in the end.

He has survived in the wilderness for nearly thirty years and put all his efforts into the tribe, perhaps deep down, he has not tasted or stored a sense of pleasure that he does not want to admit?

When it was all over and the tired trolls had regained enough sleep, the five hundred trolls took the food they had prepared and set out on the pursuit again.

This time, the moose cavalry were only assigned to reconnoiter and harass, and they would become the signposts of the advance of the large army, tightly clinging to the enemy's tail.

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In the dense forest, the defeated escapees trudged eastward with difficulty.

They are not in good condition, there are a large number of soldiers in the team who have healed from their wounds, and they are in a dilemma caused by lack of blood and physical strength, and they urgently need to replenish enough food to regain their combat effectiveness.

But the tooth trolls behind them, like maggots on tarsal bones, follow them closely, making hunting a luxury.

Hunger, panic, and the desperation that came with it haunted every troll, and every moment there were trolls who couldn't hold on and left the team, becoming prisoners of the strange troll cavalry behind.

These fugitives do not know what kind of fate will come to their compatriots who have left the army, they just continue to move forward mechanically in the simple desire to survive.

The Ricia tribe, which had lost its chieftain, was undoubtedly the most difficult one, and their warriors even lost their ambition to become chieftains, so they had no choice but to be reluctantly taken over by the old witch doctor who accompanied the team.

At this time, the old witch doctor, who was also embarrassed, looked at the tragic situation of the three remnants of power in front of him, and fell into thought in pain.....

After a long time, a little determination flashed in his eyes, and he said to the gray-faced young witch doctor beside him,

"In this way, no, I, stop the teeth, you, take them, back."

The young witch doctor looked up and looked around with unfocused eyes.

After a while, he shook his head and said,

"I'll go, you go back."

In a thousand ways, this 'expedition' was chosen by these young witch doctors who were eager to change;

It was their fiery rhetoric that tempted the chiefs and stirred up their ambitions, which ultimately led to this failure.

So, he thinks it's up to him to make the sacrifice at this time.

The old witch doctor naturally wouldn't let him mess around, but at this time, he really didn't have the strength to convince the young man, he just silently put his hand into his arms and accurately picked one of the magic crystals with his hand.

The original witch doctor's spells were laborious, but they were not without their benefits, and the 'silent' and 'instantaneous' spells were superior to the improved version.

Of course, that's just at this stage.....

A deceptive mind is silently activated, causing the young witch doctor to involuntarily fall into the hint of 'take them back'.

The old witch doctor gave the team one last look and quietly left.

Behind him, the old men in the other two witch doctors who accompanied the team also left back and forth in tacit understanding.

Orr, the team, led by several 'delirious' chiefs and witch doctors, suddenly quickened their pace.

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More than 20 deer cavalrymen have been firmly carrying out their mission in the past few days, and they have done a good job.

Earlier, they would use their short throwing spears to approach and harass from time to time, slowing down the opponent's escape;

When the spears were gone, they split into groups and hung far behind the enemy trolls, recording their movements at every moment.

When it is found that they have changed direction or have a movement to divide their troops, they will send the information back to the large troops in the rear, so that they can always keep up with them, and sometimes have the opportunity to eat a small piece of the remnants in one bite.

Just a few hours earlier, they had seized the enemy's moment to stop and breathe, and had notified the nearest squadrons in time, once again driving them away like prey.

After several days of success and a defenseless opponent, it is not too natural for the trolls with a flamboyant and domineering personality to be complacent, and the resulting underestimation and rashness will always give them a head-on blow at the right time.

After that, a short period of caution passed, and everything quickly reverted to the old ways.

At this moment, it seems like the right time.

Before leaving, the witch doctors' thousands of instructions to 'beware of witch doctors' have long been deaf to the ears at the moment.

The deer cavalry, who had already spotted the sudden acceleration of their target, whistled in the wind with triumph, wanting to see what the fugitive 'rats' were doing.

At this moment, an inexplicable sense of rage suddenly came from the bottom of their hearts, and even from the bottom of their mounts, and the originally affectionate teammates drew their swords to each other without warning, and began to slash at each other with red eyes.

Blood, broken arms, roars, and a tragic mutual killing between more than 20 deer cavalry was staged here.

Not far away, three old witch doctors folded their hands and held a strange bright red magic crystal quietly watching all this.

A gust of wind blew, and their whole bodies, starting from the tips of their hands, gradually turned into powder, and were blown down on every inch of the nearby land.