The great magician released the second blood sacrifice ceremony, and the souls of more than one hundred elves were tied to the village like prisoners. Under the bloody light, the wooden stakes also showed their original appearance. They were ancestor totems passed down from generation to generation by trolls, and every face carved on them was a famous troll warrior in history.

"O ancestors, I have prepared the flesh and blood of enemies for you, and enjoy them, and enjoy them in the gluttonous land, and bring great victory to your descendants."

After Maracas finished singing, every face on the totem came alive immediately, laughing, crying, or roaring angrily. But they all opened their mouths and ate at the soul tied in front of them.

The wind of negative energy was getting stronger and stronger in the blood-colored realm, and the sound of the wind was whimpering like a ghost. When the shrill sound reached its peak, eighty-eight white ghostly souls erupted from the totem. As soon as they came out, they flew into the sky and howled with satisfaction. Finally, they came to the world and could fight to the fullest. Fools, living people are all toys, haha!

Maracas patiently waited for them to vent enough, watching them slowly land on the ground.

"Marakas, I remember you, what are you going to do to awaken us?" A troll in the soul state came out. He was the last king of the Amani Empire and was most qualified to speak.

"Your Majesty, our revenge is here. Two thousand elves are about to be destroyed by us. After that, we will sweep our homeland. Please help us fight."

"Haha, it's time? Then let's go."

The ghost troll turned around and laughed into the night sky.

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Hadurun fell asleep at ease for a while, without knowing that the army of trolls was coming to his position.

Until he was awakened by the noise in the camp.

He walked to the door of the camp and immediately saw that the rangers in the camp were running around, and a soldier's tent on the left had collapsed. He heard the sound of "The troll is coming", "Ten thousand", "The blood knight and the caster are all dead".

"What the hell is going on?" Hadurun - grabbed a panicked elf beside him.

"General, I don't know what happened. It's all messy anyway. Everyone is going to run back to Yinyue City."

"General Hadurun, let this dog guy answer you."

The adjutant threw an elf in front of Hadurun.

Hadurun knew this elf, the Blood Knight who was in charge of contact between the casting group and him.

"Tell me what you see."

A long sword straddled the Blood Knight's neck.

"We all died. We set out in the early morning. The spellmaster used prophecy to find a troll camp... I ran back because I was responsible for guarding the periphery. They came, and I saw it, very many, very many, and the forest was full of trolls. We had to run away... escape."

"Silly Worm" Hadurun took off the blood knight's collar and clasped him up: "Tell me how many trolls there are."

"I, I...I don't know, very much, very much."

"Useless idiot" Hadurun threw him on the ground, looked at the camp's awakening, and then looked at his adjutant: "We must run away, no matter how many trolls there are, we cannot fight."

"As for order, I will gather the general's guards now. But he" said the adjutant, grabbing the hair of the Blood Knight on the ground: "It is the chaos caused by his yelling in the camp, whether to execute him."

"No, bringing this idiot with him is useful."

After Hadurun's order, the guards around him took out the rope and tied the blood knight in two strokes.

"Ah! The camp gate is open!" Someone shouted, and Hadurun shuddered all over and looked towards the camp gate. Fortunately, it was not the trolls who opened it, but the panicked soldiers opened the camp gate by themselves and wanted to escape.

"There is no way, let's go."

Hadurun said helplessly, the army had completely lost its organizational level, and no soldier would listen to him if he wanted to do anything. Several elves came to the rogue shack, and his guard had already protected the place. When the camp was just riots, the experienced captain of the Hadurun guard took the guard to control the rogue shack and gathered the Rangers and Cavalry here.

Hadurun clicked the number and immediately rode a rogue, and more than 500 elves rode over to the entrance of the camp.

"Hadurun is going to run away!" Someone shouted again in the dark night. The world seemed to be quiet for a second, and then the noise in the camp exploded like thunder.

"Haduron is here, so you can't let him run away like that."

After this sound, Hadurun shivered all over and in an instant, cold sweat broke out. He felt as if hundreds or thousands of eyes were looking at him in the darkness.

"General, the door is blocked, you must think of some solutions." The person who spoke was the captain of Hadurun's guard. There were too many elves who wanted to escape and had blocked the entrance to the camp.

Hadurun heard the words of the guard captain, after all, escaping was important, so he stood up on the back of the rogue and began to shout loudly at the panicked soldiers.

"I am Hadurun, I listen to me, listen to me, and be quieter, if you want to survive."

Cooperating with his speech, the soldiers of the guards lit up the torches so that the elves could see Hadurun.

This method worked, and soon the elves around stopped making noise and looked at Hadurun's figure under the fire. Hadurun waited slowly for dozens of seconds. When most of the elves saw him, he continued to speak loudly.

"The idiots of Jorrad have exposed our position. Although they may have been completely destroyed, our sect still has a chance to survive."

"Soldiers, Rangers, I heard that it is a time of danger. The chaos in the camp has no effect, but has delayed precious time. Now we give up all our baggage and only bring your weapons with you to return to Silver Moon City along the way we came. As long as you take out your ranger's ability to pass through trees during training, the trolls will not catch up with us."

"From now on, I will do my best to bring you all back."

"Listen to my orders and start now."

Hadurun waved his hand to the front. The team blocking the door began to move slowly, and order came back a little. Hadurun sat back on the robe saddle and followed the team in front with significantly faster speeds out of the camp.

However, at this moment, in the dark forest, across the river beach, bursts of war drums were already ringing, and the shadows of the war dance appeared faintly under the moonlight.

The sound of drum beats was like hitting the heart of the elf.

Can't wait anymore. As soon as Hadurun left the camp, he took his guard and quickly ran away from the road at the fastest speed. Countless insults immediately sounded from the camp again. The walking rangers knew that they had been abandoned, so he cursed and sweared out of the camp, and then a group of several people immediately got into the forest.

On the way to escape, Hadurun still retained some shame, and his heart was like a troll chewed away.

His army set out from Silver Moon City more than ten days ago, and he just heard the enemy's war drums and scattered all over the ground. Even if the Romans were interfering, even if he was a complete loser, his nickname in Silver Moon City would be louder than previous Ranger Generals.

What made him even more heartbreaking was that he had almost lost all the troops that Rothema gave him. All the mobile forces that could be taken out from the elves will be reduced to the hunting grounds of trolls in the future.

Hadurun ran for a day and a night with the elves who followed him. When he came, he had completed the journey that he had completed in 6 days, and they ran for one day. The roaring bird under his crotch finally couldn't stand it. He fell to the ground with a whine, and even he was thrown into the mud.

"General, are you injured?" The loyal adjutant got off his mount and helped him.

"No" Hadurun was supported and looked around. Only one quarter of the elves who followed him were cavalry rangers. He grabbed a handful of soil on the ground and threw it hard on the ground, almost crying: "Hey, we failed like this, I have no face to return to Silver Moon City. Anshir, please take everyone back, just say Hadurun is dead."

The adjutant slowly pulled Hadurun from the ground, and took an empty mount without saying anything, and helped Hadurun sit on again.

At this moment, the ghostly drum beats sounded in their ears again. Hadurun and his guards looked into the forests on both sides as if they had seen countless trolls. The mountain wind blew, and the leaves made a rustling sound, but the elves heard laughter. They looked up and saw nothing, and seemed to have seen everything.

"What are those white spots?" said the elves with good eyesight, pointing to the sky.

"Is it...the soul of the troll?"

When they said that, the souls of the trolls roared down, and more than a dozen souls rushed into the elves' team to harvest them. Blood splattered everywhere, and blood was wailed. Now more than thirty elves were killed immediately, and more than fifty elves were injured.

"Welcome to the enemy" Hadurun did not say anything discouraged at this time, and drew out his long sword and joined the battle with the guards.

Ghost Trolls are once famous warriors, and Hadurun's guards are not bad either, at least they have polished their skills for hundreds of years. For a time, the metal sword and the ghost war sword fought to make a crisp sound of fighting. If there were many elves who were single against one, they would be at a disadvantage, but at this time they had the advantage of numbers, and magic weapons began to cause damage to the ghost.

The elves were about to do their best to eliminate these ghosts, but they laughed and returned to the air.

The real drums of war sounded from the forest, and the figures of trolls wanted to surround them from both sides.

"Run" Hadurun and his elves no longer paid attention to the ghosts in the sky, turned their heads and started running again.

The trolls chasing behind them seemed to be playing with them this time. The ghosts were watching in the sky. There were always trolls in the forests on both sides, but they did not launch an attack. However, the elves who escaped and fell in the team naturally would not have a good end.

'The trolls treat us as wild beasts to hunt. If we can escape from heaven this time, I must avenge our previous shame. Hadurun prayed in his heart.

Now there are only more than 300 guards and cavalrymen who can follow him. They continued to run for a day and a night, and they were about to reach the Border River in front, but they could not get rid of the trolls behind them. After a little rest, the trolls got stuck again.

When they ran out of the forest, their eyes were wide open, but they were immediately blocked by the Border River. On their right hand were the mountains and ridges in the upper reaches of the Border River, so they could only turn the direction and run downstream. Hadurun took the lead in adjusting the direction and ran downstream along the Border River beach.

At this point, the trolls did not seem to plan to play this hunting game again. They appeared from the forest, and their tall figure made them take steps no more slowly than chocbi. There were also troll noble warriors riding Amani war bears to fight. They were much more physically energetic than the elves who could rest on the road. They lived in the difficult forest and hunted several days and nights a year.

They rushed up quickly without hesitation and were about to bite the elf's tail, but it was not the worst for the elf.

"Are we going to die here?"

Without being fled along the river for long, Hadurun and the elves who followed him saw trolls appearing ahead, like U-shaped to surround Hadurun by the river.

In despair, a dense rain of arrows shot out from the woods and fell into the formation of the trolls. The trolls with bare shirtless only leather armor fell in pieces like harvested wheat.

In Hadurun's eyes, he saw his savior.

A touch of gold entered his vision, and the female knight rushed into the troll as if falling from the sky. The two swords were like flashing silver, and two thin silver threads flashed and disappeared. Several Amani noble warriors were still split into two from their mounts in the blink of an eye of Hadurun. Behind her were many elves, who were as fast as iron hammers and smashed through the trolls in an instant.

The second wave of arrow rain, the third wave of arrow rain, and the fourth wave of arrow rain fell continuously. The trolls were wiped out like the paint on the canvas. Hundreds of trolls died or were injured in a short period of time.

"Haduron, what are you still doing?" the crisp female shouted.

"Ms. Sylvanas" Hadurun replied sincerely, and he quickly ran towards the gap with the elf cavalry.

The female elves and the reinforcements they brought and protected and fought and retreated.

The trolls seemed to have been killed off guard, and were beaten and did not continue to pursue them.
Chapter completed!