"Crack!" The fire exuded a soft halo and warmed the tents surrounding it. Many alert dwarves had their noses dripping with cold. From time to time, someone raised the wine bottle on their waist and took a deep drink. Everyone was stunned.
Searching with wide eyes, after all, those terrifying troll spear throwers can completely send unsuspecting heavily armed troops to the eternal land. This is what the great King Roland almost proved with himself.
"Will they come?" Ou Li wiped his nose and turned to look at Ou Yin.
"God knows, but seeing that King Roland's subordinates are very concerned about this, it shouldn't be groundless!" Fuluoyin came over, unscrewed the flask on his waist and poured the warm dwarf liquor into his mouth.
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"Dragon God! Is it okay for them to drink like this?" Several Lordaeron rangers who were sitting on the canopy and watching out said helplessly after smelling the aroma of wine wafting from the camp.
"God knows, I just hope they won't be unable to wield the battle ax for a while..." A ranger rubbed his red nose.
"Okay, silence! Be alert! We are not here to chat! Always pay attention to what's going on around you, it's already late at night! The trolls should be taking action!" At this time, the captain of the ranger team said in a deep voice.
In an instant, the group of people who were still chatting fell silent. They are the outermost line of defense in the camp and the most important one.
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"Sir, why don't you take a rest?" Seeing that Roland was awake for half the night, Castro couldn't help but stirred the charcoal fire in the brazier and asked.
"Damn! If you get fucked by those bastards, you'll know! Don't I want to rest? It hurts!" Roland cursed in a low voice.
"Ah! That's such a pity. I haven't had such an experience yet..." Kaslo said in a daze, looking a little too honest.
"I'm so..." Roland was speechless. Although it seemed that there was nothing wrong with Caslo's words, why did he sound so flustered? There seemed to be a lot of ridicule hidden in it?
"Crash!" The door curtain was lifted, and Ormsk walked in holding his sword.
"Hey! Brave boy, how about coming here to warm yourself up by the fire and get rid of the cold? Our guests haven't come yet?" Roland joked. The low temperature at night has already put a layer of white frost on Ormsk's armor.
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"Your Highness, you are joking...but those black men are still silent." Ormsk shook his head and sat beside the brazier.
"Let our people be alert, but also keep warm. It's still very cold at night!" Roland said, looking at Ormsk's armor.
"Your Highness, please rest assured, I have already informed you." Ormsk nodded.
"The last half of the night has almost passed, and those trolls haven't moved yet? Could it be that they are not coming?" Kaslo scratched his head and yawned.
"Oh, I hope they can come soon so that they can finish the fight and settle down early, otherwise we will have to live in fear along the way." Ormsk frowned, compared to the trolls rushing up to attack like a swarm of swarms,
He is more worried about the guerrilla harassment of those things. If such a thing is really going to happen, then he should consider admonishing Lord Roland to go home. After all, the Lagrand Kingdom does not have enough lives to fill this bottomless "
Big hole".
"Indeed, compared to the spear placed in front of you, the bow and arrow hidden in the dark are more difficult to guard against!" Roland nodded.
"Just wait, there will be a result!" Kaslo stirred the fire pot, wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned aside.
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"Sasha~" The swaying trees in the forest caught the attention of a Lordaeron ranger squatting on the treetop.
"What is that?" The ranger who noticed the abnormality narrowed his eyes and tried hard to distinguish, but he unknowingly opened the long bow in his hand.
"Zhizhi~" The heart-wrenching sound of string-clacking makes everyone feel clearly in the silent night.
"Bang!" With the trembling of the bowstring, a steel arrow whistled into the depths of the forest.
"Ouch!" A dull and shrill roar suddenly sounded, and it was obvious that the arrow had hit something.
"Enemy attack! Damn it! They are coming! Be alert!" the Lordaeron ranger on sentry roared at the top of his lungs, then quickly stepped on the branches and swung away from the big tree as if he remembered something.
"Duh dusk~" A series of wooden spears were nailed to the tree trunk. It can be seen that if the ranger had not left here, he would have become a specimen nailed to the tree... (No, no!
Does anyone still believe that the ranger's leather and mail armor can withstand a powerful and heavy spear?)
"Damn! They are coming! Fight back! Shoot them!" A team leader named Lordaeron Ranger stood up. They led their rangers to desperately snipe at these incoming trolls, but it was obvious that they were outnumbered.
Alone and weak, they can only slow down the progress of these trolls.
"The camp should have received the news! Our mission is completed! Brothers, retreat!" The ranger team leader looked at the surging "troll tide" and shouted towards his subordinates.
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"Oh! God, I just closed my eyes! What happened?" Roland, who had just fallen asleep, was suddenly picked up! That's right! He was picked up, and then he was crazily trying to open his sleepy eyes.
He was wearing something, and Roland probably felt it was armor based on his sense of touch...
"Your Highness! The trolls are attacking! The Lordaeron rangers are blocking the outside, but the disparity in strength between them shouldn't hold them back for too long. Ormsk and I have to set up defenses! Take care of yourself, Your Highness!" The curtain of the tent was blocked by Kaslo.
A cold wind surged in. Roland couldn't help but shiver, and his consciousness slowly returned to his body.
"The troll is coming? Dragon God! Hurry! Put on my armor!" Roland woke up instantly, grabbed the plate armor that the attendants were tinkering with, and put it on him at a speed that stunned everyone.
"Oh! My God! Look! Look! The great King Lagrand! That armor-wearing speed is comparable to that of the Purple Lightning Dragon. Are you so afraid of death?" The Elf Dragon raised its head and said lazily.
"Get out! You're blocking the road, I don't have dragon scales on my body!" After kicking the Smurf out of the way, Roland grabbed the Aegis Eliyar and the Dragon-Slaying Sword and rushed out.
"Tch! Troll? What kind of deterrent are those ants? Look at your frightened looks..." The Smurf, with its arrogance written on its face, flapped its wings dissatisfiedly and flew to Roland's hammock and closed its dragon eyes again.
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"How's the situation?" Roland, who looked a little pale, came to the front of the battle.
"King Roland, I'm sorry to bother you!" Balin sighed.
"It's okay! Sooner or later we have to clean these things up." Roland shook his head.
"The situation is like this now. Alarms are coming from all around. It seems that they want to besiege us! I have asked everyone to come out and set up defenses. The front door of the camp is guarded by the royal guards. I leave the back to Dovinny.
Install heavy swordsmen and city guards. I believe that my crappy wooden spears will never let Dovinion's heavy swordsmen break through the defenses. The city guards will tell you the price that needs to be paid with crossbows and spears. The rest
The left and right directions are defended by the dwarves and the retreating rangers, I believe they can do all this well." Ormsk quickly explained to Roland.
"Your Excellency Balin! Do you have any opinions?" Roland turned around and asked.
"Of course not, try your subordinates' arrangement is very good." Bahrain agreed.
"Then let's do it! Let's fight here!" Looking at the Great Wall of Humanity composed of teams of steel heavy equipment, Roland's heart was filled with heroism, troll? What a cat and a dog! This chapter has been completed!