In the south, a handful of trolls, annoyed by the ridges blocking the road, in a fit of rage, poured a large amount of fuel grease directly on the fire, burning large areas of crops that had just sprouted.

The ignitors were in the flames, and despite the burning of their clothes, they shouted to vent their irritability because things were not going well.

This trend was contagious, and it soon spread to the rest of the army, which had been relatively stable.

The militia-turned-trolls, in particular, have not been trained to be 'irritable' in the way of soldiers;

During the long march of the group, accustomed to the relaxed atmosphere of small-scale hunting, and also because of the drag of the speed of large machinery transport, their mood at this time was as dangerous as a powder keg that burst at one point.

And whether it is the witch doctors, or the officers who are born in soldiers, they don't seem to think that this is a big deal, anyway, the fields are all enemy's, and if they are burned, they will be burned.

So under their indulgence, more and more militiamen joined in this 'carnival', and the crops that the horns and hooves had worked so hard to grow suddenly fell into blood mold.....

~~~

Altar high point

Looking at the figures of the trolls in the water curtain, who were in the flames but had no pain, the faces of the shamans became a little more solemn....

"Chief Priest! My father asked, "What's the deal with all that black smoke?" The sentry has retreated, who is lighting the beacon fire? Tell me, that's a beacon, right? It must be a beacon, right? ”

From under the altar, the third son of the chief hurried up, and asked in a loud voice before the shadow could come.

"It's the trolls who are destroying the fields.... See for yourself. ”

"It's... What can I do about this..."The third son of the chief looked at the scene on the water curtain, and his face instantly became bitter after the hidden worries came true, "This is the crown wheat that has been planted so hard, and it is our food ..... for the coming year."

"No! I'm going to ask my father to fight, and I can't let these barbarians come near anymore!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, he hurried away, and it seemed as if he had run to the chief's tent.....

"Prepare for battle with the Ancestral Spirit Legion....." The Priest said after he left.

"Aren't you waiting to defend the city?"

"No, the point is to defend the city.... But as soon as the crops are burned, the chieftain must make a corresponding posture, so although it is not advisable to fight in a large field, sending elites to fight with enemy scouts is the attitude that we must at least make at this time to show the people. ”

"But there are only 33 members left in the legion, in case we lose too much of our shaman's position..."

"What nonsense! Is now the time to be afraid of these things!? The old shaman, who had always looked very calm, suddenly became angry and said, "If the tribe is gone, then the ancestral spirits will also be gone, and what is the use of maintaining the status of us shamans at that time?" Yes? You tell me! What's the use?! ”

"Ming... Understood, I'll arrange it. ”

The reprimanded shaman replied, bowed backwards, and went to mobilize the shaman's direct 'legion'.

"You, and you, you also go out together, beware of the other party's spellcaster.... Let's reduce the losses of the legions as much as possible, alas...."The old shaman closed his eyes tiredly, and prayed after a long sigh in the sky, "May the spirit of the ancestors bless us..."

"May the spirits of the ancestors bless..."

When the rest of the shamans present also followed suit, the two priests who had been named by the old shaman also bowed and turned around and hurried away.

After that, events turned out exactly as the old shaman had predicted.....

The black smoke rising from the horizon could not be hidden, and the troll's destruction of the fields was not confined to the ears of the upper echelons after all, and under the spread of ten, ten and hundred, panic began to spread in the city;

Panic then turned into anger against the rulers at the top, who believed that it was their previous practice of abandoning the land that led directly to the current evil.

The pressure caused by the destruction of the fields began to vent from the people step by step, and finally came to the level of the clan chief and the big chief.

The ruler did not want to let things go unfolded, but at the same time had no confidence in his own field prowess;

Therefore, the old shaman's 'sweeping scouts outside the city' became the only option at this time.....

And for the sake of both internal balance and combat power, the task of sending troops was partially distributed to the side of the ancestral altar.

In the face of this situation, whether it is because of 'righteousness' or 'people's will', shamans can no longer think about 'preserving strength' and the like....

As a result, the Ancestral Altar immediately sent out twenty Ancestral Spirit warriors who had been prepared for a long time, and they would go out of the city to fight under the leadership of three shamans.

~~~~~~

By this time, the travelers had surrounded the city of Toulon from all sides, and they could quickly know any major movement in the city.

Compared to them, in fact, the 'intelligence control' of the horned hoof species should be better.....

Not only can they learn more clearly about the dynamics of the two sides in real time through the water curtain on the ancestral altar, but even the three shamans who went out of the city have corresponding investigation methods.

So, when the shaman led 20 ancestral spirit warriors and 600 earth-shaking people led by the chief's heir, the far-travelers reported the situation in time, but they themselves became the targets of recourse.

The three shamans who had left the city each held a crystal ball in their hands, and the traces of the enemy within a certain radius were clearly reflected in their eyes, and the hidden positions of the distant travelers were naturally within this range.

There were 180 Wanderers outside the city, and after learning the lessons of the war with the wolves, their reconnaissance team had changed a little;

Among them, the members responsible for covering have changed from one at the beginning to two now, who are responsible for rotating with each other to open the cover totem on their bodies;

However, the pertinence of the totem they inscribed still continues the strategy when dealing with the wolves, and retains the dual combination of polarizer + breather in cover.

In this combination, the former can still play a certain role, which can interfere with the horned hoof species that seek the enemy through vision;

But the latter seems to be relatively chicken at the moment....

Because the enemy they are going to face this time does not have a good nose worthy of using the 'Breather' totem.

And after arriving here, the travelers quickly discovered this.

There are two aspects to this situation, one of which is that after the lack of a totem that must be used, their physical exertion rate plummets;

And the bad side is the 'totem bit' that is wasted out of thin air, so that they lack more choices when fighting and scouting.

Moreover, the Ancestral Spirit does not rely entirely on vision, and the Far Travelers who use the 'Polarizer' totem can still be accurately captured, although they are somewhat shaped in the crystal ball.

Therefore, as soon as the horned hoofs of the two legions left the city, they began to divide their troops and pursue ....

The No. 04 Far Traveler Reconnaissance Team, located south of Toulon City, was keenly aware of the enemy's move towards its position;

After discovering that something was wrong, they immediately sent the relevant information back to the new base, and immediately began to move their location.

~~~~

"It doesn't seem to work, although their direction adjustment is delayed, they can definitely grasp where we are in a short period of time."

The team members in charge of reconnaissance turned their ears sideways and used totems to assist their already sensitive hearing, and detected the direction of the enemy's direction several times.

"So what are we going to do?"

One of the two 'cover hands' in Group 04 is none other than Ms. Kunna, who is still a trainee traveler at this time, and is acting as a 'trainee cover hand' in this group.

"Hang them around in a circle, and then wait for the base's orders, you two stop the totem first, and I'll see if it affects their catching speed."

"Understood!"

The two Screeners stopped the Polarizer Totem and began to move again;

One of them led the way in front, and Quinna stood guard in the rear, always guarding the center's 'messengers' along the way.

During the run, the three team members kept stuffing finger-sized pieces of fat into their mouths to replenish the energy they had previously expended as much as possible.

After many large folds, they stopped again after fifteen minutes.

The messenger did not stop the totem in the process, and his ears were always aware of the speed of the horned hoof's turn, so he came to a preliminary conclusion.

He swallowed two more pieces of fat and breathed a sigh of relief before saying,

"I don't have to turn on the polarizers, their tracking methods have nothing to do with vision, and there is no significant change in the transition delay."

Hearing this, the two screeners were somewhat frustrated, thinking that they didn't seem to be doing much.

"Don't be like this, it's a good thing to be able to maintain more physical strength, in case I really catch up, brother, I still have to rely on you to protect me."

Hearing the messenger say this, the faces of the two of them returned to normal, and they once again made a protective posture full of fighting spirit.

"Haha, don't worry, rest for a while, and wait for me to send back the new information...."

With these words dropped, the communicator adjusted the totem's frequency from "receiving natural sounds" to "sending special frequency", and began to relay his findings back to base.

A moment passed, and the group that confirmed that the message had been sent began to move again;

This time, having lost the cost of opening the totem, Kunna and the other screener began to take turns carrying the messenger on their backs;

A group of three trolls, assisted by surveillance, always hung the tracker behind them far away, 'playing' hide and seek in the fields.

~~~~

Basically, all of the 'messengers' in the Far Traveler Reconnaissance Team are relatively intelligent trolls;

Therefore, during the period of time after the hornhoof species left the city, all kinds of corresponding information that were very different were sent to the communication team on the other side of the base.

The new base communications team, which was not lightly tired, promptly summarized this information and sent it to the senior officers.

In the command tent, looking at the information sent from the front line, Daba waved the giant axe in his hand and said eagerly,

"Don't discuss it, let me set off with the cavalry!"

This stupid big man who was fooled by the witch doctor of his own tribe to challenge Nesta had become a high-ranking officer of the tooth department earlier, and he was very confident in speaking.

At a time when the Tooth Department has not yet perfected the rank system, several trolls in the account are strictly of the same level;

In the sequence of off-duty soldiers, they are all senior officers of the 'general captain' level of different services, even if they are two Voyager commanders who are one size smaller, but because of the particularity of the troops under their command, their actual status in the tribe is not lower than that of the other large commanders;

However, the temporary supreme military command of the expeditionary force was in the hands of the giant fang, who was awarded one of the three commanders of the array before departure.

Therefore, in this large battalion, as long as the seven 'army representatives' are not unanimously opposed, then the order of the giant tooth is the highest standard.

As the former chief of the Fangs, even today, Megafang is still the most powerful warrior after the witch doctors have been removed, and he also has a wealth of combat experience and a high reputation among old-school trolls.

At this time, the giant fang tapped his huge fangs, thinking about the difference between 'hunting' and 'war'...

After a while, he still couldn't give a decisive order on the spot, and instead asked cautiously,

"Cui Wenli... What do you mean? ”

Cui Wenli, one of the leaders of the Far Travelers, immediately nodded in response,

"I agree with Daba, my Wanderers are too scattered, and the number of enemies should not be underestimated, after all, wolves bite trolls..... The cavalry was supposed to immediately go for reinforcements. ”

"Alright, Daba!"

"In!"

"You lead the cavalry corps of the expeditionary force to set off immediately to cover the retreat of the far-travelers!"

"Understood!" According to military tradition, Daba got up and accepted the order before he asked again, "Just to cover the retreat?" Don't you want to fight? ”

"How can it be so easy, the enemy seems to have real-time monitoring capabilities, I think you have to be known by them as soon as you step into the battlefield, and even say.... Maybe as soon as you step out of the camp, they will have a way to know. ”

"Ahh What about our witch doctors? Is there no way to counter it? Daba scratched his head, a little reluctant to confirm.

"I've asked, but the witch doctors haven't even figured out the mechanics of their spells for the time being.... If it weren't for the intelligence on the front, they wouldn't even be aware that we were being watched. Giant Fang shook his huge head and gave a negative answer, "The Black Forest's magic power started too late, and even these dwarf horned hoofs are much more advanced than us. ”

"Okay, let's go, the next few battles are the largest attrition ratio under our command, you can have more snacks." As he spoke, the deputy leader of the Far Travelers, Drow Lings, urged.

"Oops! I'll just go..."

With that, Daba took up his two axes and left the tent, and only a moment later his majestic laughter and words resounded throughout the camp.

"Hahaha!

！ Uncle Daba is going to war! The little ones get on the moose!

”

"Oooo

！ ”

Hundreds of trolls shouted again, and soon after, the sound of moose running was heard outside the tent.