(This chapter spends some time introducing trolls and infantry)
While the melee troops blocked the entrance of the valley and prepared to "close the door and beat the dogs", the long-range troops still on the ridge did not rest. They began to attack the guys trying to climb the mountain to escape with free fire.
As the battle progressed, when the manticore butcher Rogoff blocked the night goblin shaman who threw his staff and tried to escape as an ordinary night goblin, and cut him in two with his battle axe, Snorri knew that these dwarfs
The ghost has completely lost its power to resist.
"Arrange the pursuit and clean up the battlefield!" Snorri finally struck the rune of wrath and destruction to disintegrate a group of night goblins who tried to resist, and then climbed down from the blue sheep. He instructed Captain Glenson. "Let the convoy find a place to camp. We will rest for a night and then set off tomorrow. Karak-Azgraz is the real destination. There may be a big battle waiting for us there!"
Snorri ordered Tommy, and after experiencing a series of small-scale clearing operations along the way, Snorri had become much more stable, and he was no longer excited about a small victory.
"What should I order for this skill point?" Snorri found that the experience he accumulated through small victories along the way allowed him to level up.
He began to think about it, and now his ultimate skill, God Descends to Earth, is still locked. Based on his experience playing Warcraft in his previous life, he speculated that he should be able to add points at level six.
At the moment, his options are to click Storm Hammer again and click Thunder Strike or Heavy Strike.
Among the three skills, Renoker is least optimistic about the passive effect of heavy attack. At level one, it only causes 20% extra damage and stun.
Snorri doesn't have the confidence to play the role of the little prince with the Dizzy Hammer like Mr. Dan in his previous life. If he can't trigger it even after playing for a long time, there will be no tears.
Taking into account that the next main opponent is a large number of goblins but poor quality, the point control provided by the level 1 Storm Hammer is enough, Snorri decided to click Thunder Blow, although he already had the runes of Wrath and Destruction.
But you can never have too much range damage and control.
Snorri was thinking as he walked towards the gate of Sanrak Castle. When he came to the city, he saw the corpses of several trolls. These guys were about the same height as the ogre bartenders he saw in Karak-Horn.
But this is the only similarity between the two.
Trolls are pure products of chaos. It is generally believed that they, like the Horned Eagle and the Manticore, are mutant species born when the bipolar portal collapsed and the power of Chaos surged out. In this aspect alone, they are just like the creations of the Ancient Saints.
-The ogres are beyond compare.
Trolls seem to have a little higher intelligence, but of course this is compared to giants. Compared with any intelligent creatures, they are undoubtedly stupid.
Trolls live in groups and use rough blunt weapons such as tree trunks and clubs, as well as their own vomit as weapons. Trolls are often half-deceived and half-driven by Chaos warlords or greenskins to join the fight.<
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As a simple-minded creature with a random and disorderly omnivorous appetite, trolls can eat anything.
This is due to the fact that their stomachs contain very powerful digestive juices. Trolls will spit semi-liquid bile and semi-digested food at their targets, corroding their armor and burning their flesh. This is really a miracle.
What a disgusting way to die.
Perhaps the most well-known characteristic of trolls is their ability to quickly heal their skin, almost as fast as they take damage.
If you want to stop a troll so that it cannot regenerate and cannot move, you must deal a lot of damage to it at once. However, even so, the troll may still heal after a few days.
The only thing that prevents trolls from regenerating is fire. Burning them to death is the only reliable way to kill trolls.
Almost all of the troll corpses now had huge holes cut out of their upper bodies and were killed with one blow. Otherwise, with the powerful fists and rough and huge weapons of these guys, it would be difficult to hold on to the thin stone walls of Sanlac Castle.
Until Snorri's arrival.
Surrounded by the anvil guards, Snorri entered the castle, knowing that he would gain something here.
Entering the wall, Snorri found that the streets were crowded with shabby peasants. They must have lived in nearby villages and took refuge in the lord's castle after discovering the greenskin invasion.
Snorri also saw several doctors and nurses bandaging and treating the wounds of the wounded soldiers. He noticed that some of the wounded soldiers were wearing decent armor, which distinguished them from the peasants who went to the battlefield wearing civilian clothes.
"Dear bearded elder, thank you for your generous help!" A voice rang in front of Snorri. Snorri saw that this was a handsome young man with blond hair.
"These people are the infantry regiment of our castle! They are all great guys, and the two who are the bravest will be promoted to horse attendants in the future!" the young man introduced, and Snorri nodded after hearing this. "Let's go this way. My father was injured before, but he just got it under control under the influence of Eslay's elixir, but he still can't come out to greet you!" The young man made an invitation.
gesture.
"A small thing, a small thing! Speaking of which, will our Bretonnian lords also form a formal infantry unit? I thought they would only recruit peasants when necessary."
Walking in the atrium of the castle, Snorri asked. In his memory, the only impressions he had of Bretonnia were various cavalry and a large number of old farmers.
"That's natural. Peasants often don't have any training. They are so embarrassing to use!" The young knight noble curled his lips, and it was obvious that he looked down upon the peasants.
"Every knight needs a group of infantry, no matter he is a lord with only one village or His Majesty the Knight King himself!" the young man introduced.
"When a war breaks out, they have to resist the enemy until we find the right time to charge. When there is no military action, these people will perform regular tasks for the lords, such as monitoring the boundaries of their territory, or capturing some bandits!" <
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Snorri could tell that this young man was recently learning the theoretical knowledge of commanding operations, and his words had a somewhat paper-talking feel.
"Every year in midsummer, after sowing is completed, farmers from the surrounding areas will come to our castle in droves to be inspected and selected by the attendants. Guys who are strong and loyal enough will be able to join the infantry regiment, carrying belts with them.
We have the equipment with our family crest and fight for my father!"
The young knight spoke as if this was a gift. Snorri knew that being a professional soldier would undoubtedly lead a better life than working as a farmer. Of course, this was not because the military pay was good enough, but because the life of farmers was so bad!<
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Thanks to book friend 161124130441315, Dangdang Ban, Super Conqueror, 99 Radish 66, He Renmo Xiangyi, Zima’s Flower Marriage Monthly Ticket
