Mograine felt relieved that Mai had let him go in the military.
After stationing in the camp that had been arranged in advance, McDonald only asked Rivendell to discuss things with Mograine such as patrols, and even the training was completely handed over to the people below, which made the entire camp look very orderly.
The only thing that made the two bosses uncomfortable was McDonald's extravagance, as griffons brought delicious food every day.
It must be admitted that this is a delicacy that ordinary nobles cannot enjoy. Considering that a griffon flight costs almost 10 gold coins, Mograine was still speechless.
I was confused that he sent these delicacies to elves of unknown origin.
However, on the third day, Mograine was shocked when three trolls, who were tied behind their backs by the tendons of some kind of beast, like rice dumplings, were thrown to the main gate of the camp without anyone noticing.
Trolls are a very ferocious intelligent race. They usually like to have a hunched back. They look a little taller than humans, about 2.1 meters tall. In fact, most trolls are about two and a half meters tall, and very few can be as tall as three meters.
The absolute strength of adult trolls is about 1.5 times that of adult male humans, their agility is about the same, and their personalities are very ferocious. In addition, they have the ability to heal wounds quickly, making them very difficult to deal with.
After all, as long as the opponent's head is not injured, all wounds can be healed quickly until all physical strength is exhausted.
Even if they are well-trained soldiers, a ten-man team might be wiped out if they go up.
For a real knight, it is not difficult to kill a troll, but catching a troll without any damage like this is a great test of strength.
Trolls are very smart. They will choose to run away when they see humans in large numbers. In the mountains and woods where they are good at, no one can catch them.
Who would have thought that the invisible allies could actually have this ability?
Abbendis was surprised and said: "Is it the ranger general of the high elves? It's impossible! Those long ears have always disliked humans. High elves with official status entering the country without authorization is tantamount to declaring war."
McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: "Not a Ranger General, but better than a Ranger General. Fortunately we are here to fight the trolls, otherwise they wouldn't have come."
When asked who it was again, he refused to say.
The military camp became lively.
Many soldiers saw the ferocious troll for the first time, and their legs trembled with fear.
"Ouch! Ouch -" The troll's neck, wrists and ankles were all covered with heavy steel shackles, tied with iron chains as thick as a baby's arms, and were being pulled tightly from all directions by six strong men.
"Creak!" Lux pulled the chain with all his strength, and the chain made an overwhelming squeaking sound.
Rivendell held a big sword and loudly lectured the turbulent spearmen and swordsmen.
At this time, they were holding wooden weapons in their hands, with blunt tips, wrapped in a white cloth, and stained with red mud powder.
The swordsman holds a wooden sword without an edge.
"You all listen up, this is the enemy you want to kill - the troll!" Rivendell was full of dominance: "Ordinary attacks are useless."
After saying that, he pierced the troll's shoulder with his sword. The troll suddenly howled miserably, its eyes were red, and it waved its claws vigorously. Unfortunately, this was a typical incompetent rage. The troll being pulled by the strong man could not hurt anyone.
In front of everyone, the soldiers were surprised to see the legendary self-healing. The wound that was as long as a finger healed in a few times, leaving only a shallow scar.
"Thanks to our omnipotent Lord Duke, you have a precious opportunity to fight before going to that damn battlefield. What you have to do now is - the spearmen will form a group of six, and the swordsmen will form a group of three.
As long as one person can hit the troll's head within minutes, it will be considered qualified."
At this point, he changed the subject: "You loser, there is no dinner today! Let me tell you, it is best not to think of this battle as a drill. If this is the real enemy, failure means death! The dead do not need to eat
For dinner!”
The arena is set up.
The three swordsmen of the Scarlet Cross Legion were the first to appear. When they surrounded them, the warriors suddenly let go of the iron chains on their hands.
Only then did everyone realize that the troll's shackles were actually made of magnets, and the long chain was suddenly attracted to the shackles, becoming a very heavy burden.
A total of more than two hundred kilograms of iron lumps weighed heavily on the limbs, slowing down the troll's movements by more than a beat.
Although one swordsman accidentally broke his wooden sword when the troll suddenly accelerated his arm when he thrust, the other swordsman succeeded in sneak attack.
"Very good! Next group!"
Several groups of swordsmen in a row have achieved good results. After all, most of the swordsmen are from knight retinues and have received strict swordsmanship training since childhood.
When it was the Lancer's turn, it was a bit miserable.
"Ohhhhhh-" The troll just roared, scaring a spearman to the point of peeing.
The three spearmen rushed forward and stabbed the troll in the head. Who would have thought that after being beaten so many times, the troll actually learned the lesson and ducked away with his head turned, and then smashed the three spears into wood slag with one move of his hand.
"Roar!" Amidst the exclamations of thousands of people, it actually caught a spearman who was unable to dodge. Perhaps it felt that its claws were too heavy, so it bit it.
"Ah——" A piece of flesh the size of a fist was bitten off from his arm, and the spearman let out a shrill scream.
Seeing that the spearman was about to be killed on the spot, a golden figure rushed up and "bang bang bang", with a fist as big as a casserole, he smashed the troll on the spot, regardless of the east, west or north.
On the other side, the holy light fell in time, and the tragic wound also began to squirm and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking at the four guys who were written as priests and pronounced as macho men, the soldiers suddenly felt extremely at ease.
"Lord Uther——"
"Oh oh oh! Long live the Holy Light!" the soldiers cheered.
With the support of Holy Light, I really don’t know who is the troll.
The first two days are considered adaptive training.
In the following days, as the mysterious allies captured more and more trolls, the soldiers began to fight fiercely with real swords and guns.
From the initial panic to the resignation of death, it was because these lucky soldiers enjoyed the enemy's beating in advance.
Who knows how well a recruit who has never seen blood will survive when he encounters a troll for the first time?
Finally, on the tenth day, everything was ready, and the mountain pass of Zumashal finally welcomed the human army.
It turns out that in history, Tareikin, the leader of the trolls who would become the [Overseer] of the tribe, was shouting loudly on the altar, encouraging his trolls with the lost glory of the trolls. Suddenly he heard a strange drumming sound.
Came from down the mountain.
"Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong cut, dong dong cut" first cycle every three times.
Then I heard a voice from the side of the drum: "Dede, get, get!"
Then the gongs and drums sounded in unison: "Dong, support, support, support, support, cut!"
