Chapter 1987: Attack the enemy with your troops, attack the heart first
The ogres who were supposed to take advantage of the turmoil in the alien continent to return to the habitat of all beasts finally ended their expedition because Gloria, the evil star, was completely defeated.
Moreover, the bloodthirsty bat clan also perished. After all, they were all special beings who lived on the power of blood, but they could never be forgiven by Gloria.
Tens of thousands of troll cavalry were buried forever under the Wolf Creek Mountains. Two of the fangs that the clan leader Carol was proud of were also broken off by their roots. The seven-ringed troll warrior Camus also fell.
The giant masted ships were still the same as when we arrived, but they seemed much more spacious when we returned. The familiar high temperature climate, the familiar plants and trees, the familiar city gates and the dusty bluestone road.
"Everyone, please return to your original posts. If you have any questions, please come and discuss with me directly. From today on, Zhuri Hills will no longer be open to the outside world."
"War is so cruel, and no one can predict the outcome in advance. We, the Trolls, have already lost a lot of things. It will be too disappointing if we continue to be depressed due to defeat."
"Remember, we can still return to the Sun-Chasing Hills alive now, but the clan leader paid the price with two fangs. Keeping this shame in mind, the troll clan will definitely repay it a hundred times in the future!"
Si Lan, the troll tribe's financial officer, astrologer, and holder of the Magical Tome of Wailing. This sinister and sophisticated peak powerhouse is one of the few who can still remain calm.
Looking around, his words were finally transmitted to the distance by the power of psychic energy, and he had no thought of fearing Boom and his party. As he said, the trolls can be said to be the best in terms of resilience. Live life.
He said that even if there were terrifying existences like Boom and his gang in front of him, they would not choose to surrender.
"Give me freedom or give me death." These six words are imprinted on every troll's body. Unless they die, the trolls have never been afraid of any battle, even when facing ancient beasts.
As the astrologer who embodies the ancestors of the trolls, Silan's words are equivalent to the rebuke of the ancestors. The warriors of the trolls, who were still downcast at first, raised their heads after hearing the words.
After that, the roar echoed through the Sun-Chasing Hills again. It seemed that the trolls had emerged from the haze and started a new journey.
Firetongue Camp, Timberfang Mountains, Screaming Beach, Shortspear Mountains, Toothknife Camp, Trial Canyon, Timbermaw Fortress, Scorpion Tail Valley, Green Lizard Camp, Crocodile Mouth Bay.
The various places that had been abandoned for half a year were about to be occupied by the trolls again, but the remaining one-third of the trolls returned to Bingji City.
"Fortunately we didn't destroy this place when we left, otherwise it would be embarrassing now."
"I plan to train Sophia with all my strength, hoping that she can reach the top as soon as possible and take over my position."
Carol, the leader of the Troll Clan, stares at the throne you have sat on for decades, but has no interest. After all, fangs are the most inseparable thing for the Troll Clan.
But now that Carol has lost her two fangs, although the tribe does not dare to complain, she herself feels unworthy of leading the tribe.
Therefore, she plans to devote all her efforts to cultivating her daughter Sophia. After all, Sophia's qualifications are not inferior to hers, but she has a high probability of succeeding as the patriarch.
"Clan leader, why are you so discouraged? It seems that Zhuri Hills is vast, but it is more suitable for reproduction than the habitat of all beasts."
"As for Sophia...she still needs a few years of training, or she simply cannot succeed as the patriarch now."
Astrologer Silan wiped the throne clean with his own hands and motioned for the patriarch Carol to sit down. Then, he walked to the window and turned his attention to the northern region of the Elf Continent.
"From the moment I set foot on Chasing Hills, I had a new plan."
"The World Tree in the Shimmering Forest is in a weak state now. Although I don't know why this situation occurred, it is an opportunity for us trolls to make up for our losses."
"The Third Holy War has ended. There must be no reason for Boom and his party to return to the Elf Continent, and the Dark Elf tribe has also migrated to the Augu Continent."
"I suggest that we reorganize our cavalry immediately and attack the Shimmering Forest. We don't need to kill too many pure-blood elves, as long as we can compete with each other in the future."
Astrologer Si Lan spoke again, because he had already sensed the weak state of the World Tree, and once the pure-blood elves lost the blessing of the World Tree, they would be nothing more than self-respecting lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Although Slan cannot defeat Boom and his party, if the opponent is a pure-blooded elven clan, he has many ways to deal with it, at least he will not be as helpless as before.
The so-called war is all about surprise. Si Lan feels that now that all forces have chosen silence, that is also the best opportunity to attack.
The most important thing is to attack troops and attack the heart. A war not only requires the unconditional supply of logistics materials, not only the quantity and quality of cavalry, but also the choice of when to take action and when to hold back.
Even though Slan is a user of psychic power, he is like countless trolls, a fighting maniac at heart. He will not accept the result that the tribe will gain nothing after losing tens of thousands of iron cavalry, and he has already seen it.
The kind of aloofness that is used to pure-blooded elves.
"My suggestion is to immediately gather all the high-level troll warriors and above, and we will set off to the Shimmer Forest tonight."
"The Trolls only need to swear that Sunchaser Hills is an independent territory, and will no longer treat people as vassals of the pure-blood elves."
After speaking, Slan slowly turned around and bowed to Carol. This was the only way he could think of to change the situation. Otherwise, the trolls would really become a joke, and they would no longer be able to peek into the alien continent.
And there was one thing he didn't say. Slan felt that since Boom and his team were able to appear out of nowhere, then someday in the future, there would be other terrifying existences that could rival them.
The Trolls indeed missed a good opportunity to make good friends with Boom and his party, otherwise they would be so despicable. Even though the Ogres live in the mangroves, they are a group that even the Dwarf King would welcome with a smile.<
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"That's as you wish. After losing my fangs, my fighting style also changed."
"No matter what enemy I face in the future, I will try my best to either die in battle or cut the opponent into pieces. There will be no third situation."
Carol, the leader of the troll clan, said this after thinking for a few minutes. After two of her fangs were broken by Gloria, she also broke free from the shackles of the so-called superior and was completely aroused.
Bloody.
Seeing this, Si Lan nodded with satisfaction, as if he saw the patriarch in his mind, rather than a monarch with many worries.
Moreover, Slan felt that the pure-blood elves were not friends of Boom and his party, and even if they invaded the Shimmer Forest, they would not cause any disaster.
Three hours later, tens of thousands of troll warriors once again prepared and left Bingji City. This was the last strength of the troll clan, and it was also the final stubbornness of the troll clan.
The iron rings clanked as the ring-level trolls walked step by step towards the northern region of the Elf Continent, intending to force the pure-blood elves to cede the Sun-Chasing Hills.
Wherever they passed, no matter the herds or streams, they were killed or cut off by the trolls. This was a war with no turning back. At least the trolls were unwilling to bow to anyone, let alone let the tribe behind them
Disappointed.
One day in the future, this war will be recorded in history, and it will become the target of imitation by countless weak forces. As everyone knows, the reason why the trolls are lonely is because they are too keen on fighting. But on the other hand,
Considering this, that is the only way for weak forces to survive, otherwise they will eventually be annexed.
Under the moonlight, Carol, the leader of the troll clan, reached out and untied the gauze that had been wrapped around her face for half a year. She was no longer bothered by the loss of her two fangs, and simply enjoyed the pleasure and blood flow brought by the war.