The trolls couldn't figure out how the news had leaked out.

But none of this matters now, what matters is that this Bright Field Lord, who only has two hundred warriors, is waiting for them behind the back slope, and even dares to let the bears and pandaren warriors launch a counter-charge against them.

Is he a madman or a fool?

Couldn't he see that the trolls of the two tribes were more than twice as numerous as his warriors?

Why did he dare? The leaders of the two major troll tribes roared in the pouring rain.

Answering them was Herbert's heavy sword, which cut through the rain curtain.

Herbert was at the front, leaping high with the momentum of his charge, his heavy sword humming through the rain and slashing straight at the neck of the nearest troll, who hadn't even reacted yet.

The obsidian-made heavy sword was powerful and powerful, and its amazing destructive power had long been known after several experiments, but this sword failed to cut off the troll's head, and the blade of the heavy sword slammed deep into the trollbone, and although the viscous blood gushed out, this injury was not fatal to the thick-skinned troll.

The reason why the word saline is added in front of the saline troll tribe is because these trolls tend to live near the saline land in the wasteland. In addition to their skin, which is naturally hard like a stone, they are also wrapped in a thick layer of salt-stained protective shell.

This salted protective shell has at least been accumulated for decades, and it is no less rigid than second-hand human heavy armor, and the orcs with less strength can't even break through the defenses. At most, a few black, smelly salt-stained shards can be broken by a weapon, and only heavy weapons can deal a relatively effective blow.

And Herbert directly went up with a sword and smashed the salted protective shell worthy of heavy armor, which shows how terrifying the power that Herbert burst out in an instant.

Herbert only understood at this time that perhaps the reason why the army in Cotave City failed to eradicate these guys may be because they suffered a big loss in hard power.

"The salted shells on their bodies are too thick, look for their weak spots to attack!Attack the inside of their elbows and the popliteal fossa behind their knees!" Herbert couldn't do it with one sword, and with another sword, the troll's head rolled down to the grass, and his huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ulla!" the bear-man warriors let out a surging battle cry as they formed a diamond-shaped array and fiercely charged at the trolls who were trying to invade their home, following Herbert to completely break up the formation of the troll tribe and tear a gap.

The bear-man warriors who have been trained by the devil and tempered by their spiritual power are each much taller than before, and although they are still a head shorter than the trolls, they have greatly narrowed the power gap between the two sides.

Because Herbert was once an officer in the Orc Kingdom, the bears in the tribe have been cultivated over the years, consciously or unconsciously, to be more like soldiers than other people of the same kind who beg for a living. Especially after the targeted training and polishing of the lord, they showed a commendable combat quality on the battlefield tonight.

The bears efficiently execute their boss's pre-planned battle plan: tear the trolls' formation into small pieces, then quickly annihilate them in elite squads.

In addition to drawing up a battle plan, the boss also gave orders to all the fighters.

In tonight's battle against the troll tribe, you can be injured, but you will never be allowed to die!

This arrogant, even conceited-sounding order, made the warriors' breathing thicker. Faced with an enemy several times larger than themselves, they must not only win, but also achieve zero casualties?

If it can really be as the boss said, then it should be a miracle, right?

But the bears and pandamen don't believe in miracles, they only carry out the orders of their bosses!

After beheading the first enemy, Herbert learned his lesson, and when he fought the second troll in close combat, he spun his body to speed up the speed and power of his sword, and this time he finally reimbursed a troll with a single sword.

Herbert, who scored twice, did not stop, and pounced non-stop on Cook, the leader of the saline troll tribe, who was particularly tall and recognizable, and the most threatening. Herbert could not let the brothers take this risk, he had to come in person.

The heavy sword of the door panel and the white bone rod of the forest collided violently, and the big bone stick in Cook's hand did not know what kind of hind leg bone of a powerful monster, and he was not afraid of the sharp heavy sword, and Herbert could only leave a few deep marks on the big bone stick with all his strength.

"Humph, I have to admit that you seem to have some ability, but do you think you can win this battle this way?

Herbert took advantage of the interval between breaths to quickly scan the battlefield, and sure enough, what he had feared most before had happened.

The bears did divide the battlefield according to the boss's plan and began to annihilate the trolls one by one, but the trolls are not stupid, they will try to break through the blockade, not so much because they want to save their companions, but simply on a rampage.

The speed at which the bearmen annihilate the trolls could not keep up with the speed at which other trolls broke through, which directly led to the blockade formation of many bears being divided by the trolls, and the situation was not optimistic.

But fortunately, the boss had anticipated the situation in advance.

"Panta, it's time to get to work!" Herbert shouted as he threw his head back into another battlefield.

The trolls who were entangled with the Rangers were itching with their teeth, and these pandamen with beer bellies were slippery like loaches, keeping their distance from them but harassing them constantly, and they couldn't run and couldn't run away.

Panta, who was chewing bamboo chips in his mouth, heard Herbert's voice and glanced at the brothers beside him, and about fifty pandamen immediately rolled out of formation and pulled out the three-edged whale hunting spear inserted in the leather armor with their backhand, and the pitch-black tip of the spear was aimed at the saline trolls in the battlefield hundreds of meters away, and their eyes flashed with danger.

"Popliteal fossa!" Panta yelled as she spat out the tasteless slag of bamboo.

The pandaman pointed the tip of the spear slightly downward, and the green tendons on his thick arms twisted.

"Put!"

With an order, the thunder spears that the panda clan relied on to become famous shot out in unison, dozens of three-edged whale hunting guns pierced through the heavy rain curtain, the pitch-black gun body and the night merged, and the salt-alkali trolls only heard the roaring sound of breaking the air, but they could see nothing.

The triangular whale hunting gun accurately hits the popliteal fossa behind the troll's knee, and as many triangular whale hunting guns are thrown, as many trolls are hit.

The popliteal fossa, located behind the knees, is one of the most vulnerable places for trolls, as it inevitably requires bending the knees when walking, so it cannot be covered with a thick layer of salt like the chest. The bears weren't too big to crouch down and poke the trolls behind their knees, but that didn't mean the pandamen couldn't.

The three-edged whale hunting gun with a blood tank is like opening a faucet on the troll's popliteal socket, and the blood does not need money to flow down the blood trough, and the trolls who are in pain fall to their knees one after another, and the blockade formation against the bear people is suddenly self-defeating.

The trolls tried to pull out their triangular whale guns, but they bared their teeth in pain after only a little pulling. The barbs on the whale lance hooked their muscles, and the slightest pull out was a pain in the heart. Some trolls with quicker hands than brains pulled out the whale lance and almost ripped out his knee joint.

The troll, who had lost his ability to stand, was no longer a threat, and the heavy sword slashed, and dozens of terrified heads rolled down the grass, and the situation was reversed in an instant.