He picked up half of the humanoid corpse from his side, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it loudly. He said vaguely: "I also saw the marked road outside, will that group of humans follow it?"
Anyone who came by that road would guess that they would continue walking eastward along that road. Who knows why they suddenly turned around and went to the Snowflake Mountains to build a city?"
"What do they do now?" Corey asked.
"What can we do? If they don't come by themselves, they will go find them." Cody licked his sharp claws and said confidently, "Can they now have thousands of trolls and countless vassals, and they don't need them at all?
Even those vassals are enough to break through their so-called car formation, and ask their troll army to rush in. Those humans, no matter whether they are two-legged lambs or not, are allowed to be slaughtered by them, and their wealth will become
Their wealth, their food will become their food, and they themselves will become their food, and they will become the kings of the Giants' Plains."
"Kill them all, eat them all." The other noble trolls were all excited by Cody's encouragement and shouted wildly.
"King Kodikoli has given an order to attack with all our troops, kill and eat all those humans."
"What are you waiting for? Take up our weapons. The time for their revenge has come. They ask those humans to pay the price for their stupidity and let them know who is the real master of the Giant Plains."
"If you don't want to become food, just push forward!"
"Kill them all, eat them all."
The entire group of wailing dwarves became commotion from the east to the east. As the troll rulers drove them east, they surged out in a mighty force and fought towards the direction of the migrating army.
There was neither a decent military formation nor so-called logistical supplies. They just swarmed out and spread out like a flood. Wherever they passed, it was no different from a passing locust plague. Everything edible was eaten.
They stuffed it into their stomachs.
The external situation of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom is worse than expected.
In Faerûn, the racial labels of trolls are all negative except for the famous rebirth of Tiandong. They are lazy, stupid, greedy, cruel and ruthless, etc.
Many lazy fables are about trolls.
Their external relationship is characterized by layers of oppression and exploitation.
The top trolls do nothing, assign all the work to the lower level trolls, and enjoy the benefits themselves.
As for the lower level trolls, they avoid working and will search for trolls whose levels are lower than theirs for their own control. If they really can't find other trolls, it is normal to enslave other humanoid races.
That kind of servitude usually does not last too long, because even if it is not working non-stop on a moonlit night, it is difficult to satisfy the endless greedy appetites of the trolls. Sometimes those greedy, stupid, short-sighted trolls will directly target them.
Those slaves.
The most classic story about trolls being lazy is that they don't want to work, so they cut off their own limbs and use them as dinner for their companions, or as their own dinner.
There are even legends that trolls can eat themselves and live forever.
That situation will not happen, but it must be in an extremely special environment - for example, if the concentration of magic power in the environment is higher than a certain limit, just the magic power absorbed from the outside world is enough to replenish the troll's regeneration consumption, without using itself.
The reserve can be measured, and such an environment is rare even in Faerûn.
Under normal circumstances, the magic power provided for troll regeneration is combined with its own reserve capacity. Since the magic power can be partially replenished, the consumption difference is smaller and can last longer, but it cannot be replenished for a long time.
With external food, one can still starve to death.
At best, the noble trolls can suppress the ordinary trolls. Don't eat all the vassals and servants of other races as food, and cannot control the greedy appetites of themselves and other trolls.
A few hundred troll mouths are just a few hundred small bottomless pits, which can fill your stomach in a normal month. This depends not only on the special environment of the Troll Mountains, which reduces your own consumption to a certain extent, but on the other hand, it is impossible on the Giant Plains.
There are enough prey, and the vassal servants raised in captivity are powerful enough.
But if you want to save food, that is an out-and-out luxury.
When the population begins to soar, especially if the number of trolls exceeds thousands, it directly becomes a disaster.
Even if the noble trolls are a little bit unable to suppress it, the entire wailing dwarf has become a restaurant for the trolls. Those vassal servants, please can they get enough food to feed the troll masters, please become them themselves.
They had a good appetite for the East Asian dinner and started eating it on the spot.
When the order for the entire army to attack arrived, it was a kind of liberation for the vassal servants. Many took the opportunity to rush into the Giant Plains and disappeared into the wilderness without looking back. There were also some who did not understand the teachings of the trolls.
They were greedy monsters and joined them excitedly.
When tens of thousands of monsters spread out, especially if they were mixed with a large number of gigantic monsters unique to the Giant Plains, the momentum was quite terrifying. After the trolls from the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom poured out, it reached a point where
A kind of peak.
Among those trolls, Yongxuan of the army has been seen.
The noble trolls were walking in the middle of the team. They were very easy to identify. They were as tall as a house, thick and strong, and were wearing huge armor pieces that were crude but thick and bulky, especially the thick wooden clubs in their legs.
, is it an uprooted ironwood tree trunk, criss-crossed with all kinds of spikes and iron thorns on the top, which are both sharp and thick. The most conspicuous one is the black gem inlaid on his forehead.
, in the east of the sun, shining with a mysterious luster, as if it wants to absorb all the sunlight, then it is the famous troll gem in the Troll Mountains, also known as the regeneration gem.
The noble troll born and raised in the Kingdom of the Wailing Dwarves is one of the rulers of that group of monsters, possessing absolute power of life and death.
There were four or five noble trolls guarding them. Their height may not be inferior to that of the leader, but in terms of roughness, it is obviously not as good as them. They should be at least one third, or even half as tall.
, looked a bit tall and thin, with hunched shoulders, and when their eyes passed over the previous one, there was an unconcealable greed, not only because of the troll gem, but also because of the fat body they were wearing.
Trolls are definitely a race that values fatness as beauty, because their fat bodies have many benefits for them. It not only means that they have accumulated a huge amount of energy for regeneration in their bodies, but also means that their natural armor is thick enough.
If the same sword is struck on an ordinary troll and a troll twice as thick, the effect will be different. With their terrifying regeneration ability, they will exert more terrifying combat power, especially if combined with the regeneration gem, their regeneration
The ability is increased several times.
Those noble trolls have all taken refuge in the recent past. Their natural background determines that they have occupied high positions in the Howling Dwarf Kingdom since they first came. I hope they will not make any big mistakes, integrate into it, and become one of the new rulers.
It's just a matter of time.
Surrounding the non-core aristocratic trolls are more than twenty ordinary trolls. They may not be tall enough, but they are quite fat. Even among the non-core aristocratic trolls, there is no need to ask whether they are
Ordinary trolls born from the Wailing Dwarves are considered personal guards, and their power is only to the east of the first two.
The crowd of five to sixty trolls on the outside is the image that people most often see and generally think of. The average height is 2.7-8 meters. They are tall and thin, but they are not lacking in muscles.
Especially the length of his arms is astonishing, his shoulders are hunched, and his legs are dragging on the ground. The nails on his legs are black and long, like a curved dagger. No one doubts its sharpness. His skin is dark green,
Covered with black tumors, his hair was disheveled, and his whole body exuded a horrible rotten stench. His eyes always exuded an insatiable hunger, and he looked at the living creatures around him as if he were looking at delicious food.
The mouths of those trolls are never idle. Those monster servants who were a little bit close to them were grabbed by their surprisingly long troll claws and cut into several pieces on the spot. The trolls around him
, immediately swarmed around, inserted the troll's claws into their own mouths, and it was not uncommon to see them fighting each other over disagreements, and some even took a piece of the troll's legs and arms to eat.
.
Those noble trolls turned a blind eye to this. Without the use of fire or strong acid, there is no way to kill the other party in the battle between the trolls. On the contrary, it can keep them strong in energy and combat effectiveness, which is beneficial.
Activity.
As for the life and death of those monster servants, they never cared about them. They were just tools for work and food reserves. They just asked them to stay strong enough and get as much as they wanted.
Therefore, basically no other monster servants can be seen around those troll battle groups, all of them are hiding from them.
There are fifteen such troll battle groups, and they are surrounded by stars like a moon. A larger troll battle group.
That troll warband has one biggest feature - two heads.
Regardless of whether they are noble trolls or ordinary trolls, all of them are two-headed, just like the Kodikori King in the middle. There are many such trolls, as many as hundreds.
In addition to regeneration, trolls have a troll mutation characteristic, which is also caused by regeneration. When their head is chopped off, while a head grows in the original position, there is a high chance that a brand new head will grow.
Broken arms often occur, so it is not surprising to see a two-headed troll or a three- or four-armed troll.
But that kind of variation is usually not too much, like the kind that occurs in large quantities, it is either genetic or consciously manufactured.
Since King Kodikori holds great power among the Wailing Dwarves, the latter is more likely to be feasible, and the process is not difficult. Just chop off the heads of those trolls and wait to see if one grows back first.
If only two people are successful, and they can try and trial again and again, some people will reach a high position, and they will even take the initiative to do so.
The monster army of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom came out.
The three legions of the migrating army that were frantically sweeping outside reacted and divided into three.
The Blood Claw Wolf Cavalry Corps did not retreat. Instead, they rushed towards the monster army. They did not engage in battle with them, but just like the wolves, they circled around the monster army.
If the monster army tries to encircle them on a large scale, they will use their speed to escape.
If you try to divide your forces to attack them, you will lead them into the wilderness, trap, kill and eat them. On the outside, there is a ferocious kobold weasel cavalry waiting to meet them. They can all have dragon veins, dragon blood and even dragon-formed kobolds.
It has magic-like abilities and the ability to create traps. Although it is not as professional as the kobold trap makers of the Trap Corps, it is enough to be used in small-scale local wars.
If it weren't for those hobgoblin wolf cavalry, they would make an offensive stance from time to time, or eat up those who fell behind or were separated too far.
All in all, the enemy's tactics were used to the extreme, and the nobles and trolls roared angrily, but there was nothing they could do. They had no elite cavalry in their legs.
Another cavalry group, the Nott Guards Corps, did not engage in the battle, but retreated southward along the migration route and stationed themselves near the Blood Gap.
The remaining sidecar corps, Blood Claw Infantry Regiment and Blood Claw Guards Regiment in the east retreated into the Blood Gap like a tide.
Blood Gorge.
The local monster named this place because of the rocks that are as red as blood.
It is either the city-building site selected by the migrating army, or the location for a decisive battle with the monster army of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom.
It is located at the intersection of the remnants of the Snowflake Mountains and the Silminster Forest. It is the intersection of three places. To the north is the Giant Plains, and to the southwest is the direction of the migration route. Amn, Tethyr and
Calimshan, turn to the southeast to avoid the Weihong Road and lead to the Weihong Sea.
As you can tell from the name, Blood Gorge is a small valley sandwiched between two mountains, the Inlaid Tellurium Snow Plate Mountains. It was originally the lair of an orc tribe with nearly a thousand people.
In the past, the orc tribe named after this place had invaded them and become a disaster in their dreams.
That time they turned into an illusion of being slaughtered, and their appearance when they were helplessly screaming was no different from their former victims.
In front of the migrating army, they had no strength and were directly blocked by the floor-type van. Then they were covered with saturated arrow rain and pushed forward layer by layer. The battle ended in just a few hours. Ninety percent of the Blood Gorge orcs
He was beheaded on the spot.
Everything has two sides.
A canyon with a mountain at its back can become a solid fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, or it can also become a desperate point with nowhere to retreat.
The first thing to look at is not only the strength of both sides, but also the degree of utilization of the terrain.
"It's a worthwhile trip, it's a worthwhile trip. It turns out that tactics can be used in this way. It's worthy of the voters of Ms. Strategy. If those trolls can't come up with something unexpected, there will be their burial place."
A burst of praise came from a cloud at the top of the Blood Gorge.
That huge cloud was not only fixed in place, but there were two people and one dragon inside it - it was a cloud that had used the solidification technique. It looked soft, but in fact it was no different from the ground.
The red dragon lay prone on the ground and was dozing, while the two of them walked away and drank. The wine glasses they used were very good. One person used a normal wine glass, and the other person's wine glass was different from the previous person.
Just a wine barrel.
Because the drinker is almost two body sizes larger, he is a frost giant with a height of four and a half meters.
You know that kind of combination without asking.
Correct the city lord Raymond of Retawen City and the frost giant red dragon knight.
The frost giant has light blue skin and brown hair. Apart from the size difference, there is no more difference from humans. There are red marks on the sideburns and beard of the hair, indicating that he is very old, at least
In terms of centuries.
Giants also belong to the immortal species. Although their lifespan is not comparable to that of giant dragons, they are also derived from the tellurium elves.
"I've really learned a lot. It turns out that cavalry can be used in this way. The value of those three cavalry wandering outside is much higher than shrinking back into the canyon for defense." The frost giant's speech and behavior are not like Raymond's attributes.
Dong, more like a friend or an ally.
Judging from the meaning revealed in the words, they did not just arrive, but had been peeping in the air for some time.
The news that the migrating army begged to build a city there not only shocked the trolls of the Wailing Dwarves, but also Raymond.
Gavin had not told him about that matter before.
Is it something closely related to their interests in Reitawen? Even if Raymond and the others decide whether to go again, they still want to put everything aside and come and check it out.
"No, with those three cavalry on their side, those trolls can't completely let go of their legs and attack. Once their attack fails and is frustrated, those cavalry can follow their butts and bite them to death, further expanding the results of the battle. But
Those who are able to escape alive are afraid that one out of ten will not survive, and when the time comes, they may take advantage of the situation and take away the troll's lair."
After Raymond sighed, he pointed to the east and said: "Those little kobolds to the east of his legs are not ordinary. Not only do everyone have spell-like abilities, but the proportion of activated professional levels is too high, so he has
A large number of low-level spells can be controlled, and combined with a large number of manpower and material resources, it turns out that it is incredible."
Even though he was a quasi-legendary mage, Raymond was shocked by the construction speed of Blood Gorge.
In less than half a day, they not only slaughtered the Blood Gorge orcs, but even wiped away all traces of their existence.
All the crude buildings were demolished.
The small mounds and rocks that were in the way were softened by the Soft Stone Technique and then bulldozed for use, or blasted away by shock bombs.
A group of Pix druids emerged from invisibility and went eastward with spells similar to plant withering. All weeds, vines, and shrubs withered and turned into dust.
The large iron pillars they used to open the road were also dragged in, and after the giant elephant tree men dragged them to the east, they were flattened with a rumble and the ground was compacted.
Amidst the continuous explosions, the only slope that could be climbed to the Blood Gorge from the outside turned into a cliff more than 20 meters high.
A large number of blood rocks that had been repaired from the east were dragged to the mouth of the valley by the tree people and enlightenment trees, making the mouth of the Blood Gorge, which is about 500 meters long, even more rugged and difficult to navigate.
A series of traces showed that it was not just a strategy to attract the trolls to lead their troops to attack, but that they really wanted to build a fortress and a brand new city there.