Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 66

In the night sky, two pterodactyls flitted across the sky. It is said that there would be no pterodactyls flying in the sky in such a night. However, the two pterodactyls tonight are not wild pterodactyls. .

"Damn it, those hateful heretics!"

Amoyi raised his head and hid in the tall grass, watching the two pterodactyls passing overhead, yelling and cursing in a low voice.

"It seems that the trolls in these mountains have undergone some changes that we don't know about."

North also looked up at the passing pterodactyl rider, analyzing calmly.

"When will this kind of ghost day end? I don't understand. We can surround the entire village again as long as we launch an attack again. Why do you want us to stay here?!"

Amoy glared at Nuo Si and growled dissatisfiedly.

"Do you really think that the blood hunters led by the two of us can take down that village? The trolls living in this area have changed a lot, remember that golden army? ? How much energy and how many blood hunters do you think we have to spend to take down that entire army?"

Nuo Si didn't mean to quarrel with Amoyi at all. Since the defeat of the army, she has been thinking about the sudden changes in this area.

"Why not? Our troops far outnumber them. As long as the entire army is on top, it will be enough to kill those hateful heretics! It's all because of those useless cowards! They don't deserve the gift of the Blood God at all!"

At this time, Amoyi still blamed the defeated blood hunters on the broken blood hunters under her command. In her opinion, the defeat this time was all because those blood hunters were greedy for life and afraid of death, and they were not firm enough in their belief in the blood god. .

It's not that Amoyi is not capable enough!

"No, I have been comparing the troops of the two sides during this time. I found out that the fundamental reason why the opponent is stronger than us is that they will be arranged in that special shape when fighting, and that shape enhances their combat effectiveness and reduces it. The strength of our hunters."

North noticed the power of the Zandalari tribe's reinforcement battle formations, but she still couldn't understand that the key to these battle formations was discipline.

A well-disciplined and well-organized unit can often confront a unit that is several times more disciplined and well-organized than its own.

It was as if this time the reinforcements from the Zandalari tribe defeated the blood troll troops that were several times larger than their own in one fell swoop.

"Tch, I think those formations are fancy things. Even if they arrange that formation, it's just for show. It's useless at all. If our blood hunters are brave enough, they can put That gimmicky show of theirs has been completely debunked."

Amoyi did not agree with North's point of view, she insisted that the failure of this battle was due to the failure of those blood hunters.

She is ready to consume all these cowards in the necessary time, and then go back to the Nazmir Forest to recruit true warriors.

"I guess that special force is going to attack us soon. I suggest that we join up with Warmother Fisako first."

North looked at the four pterodactyl riders hovering above her head, and she had a special feeling about the upcoming war situation.

"Go to join the battle mother of Fisako? Noth, you better figure out your identity. We are the blood mistress of the war mother of Chichen Itza, not Fisako's. Do you understand?"

Obviously, Amoyi is not willing to join the large army of Fisako's battle mother.

After hearing what Amoyi said, North didn't continue to argue with her, because it was no longer necessary.

A group of swift dragoons raided a small camp on the edge of their settlement under the cover of night. This time, Manco led the team to kill nine blood hunters in a small camp.

After slaughtering the nine blood hunters, Manco set fire to the camp and immediately led his team away.

The blood hunters who came after had no choice but to do the fire fighting work, they couldn't catch up with the Velociraptors at all.Even if you want to chase after it, you will never return.

This situation has continued since this afternoon until now. I don't know when this group of raptor dragoons discovered the settlement of blood trolls stationed in this grass, and then began to harass them endlessly.

Sneak attack, set fire, sneak attack.

Just like a reincarnation, the blood priests in charge of various areas during the period have tried to organize hunters to launch siege activities against the raptor dragoons who dared to harass them.

But in the face of the extremely cautious velociraptors, these blood hunters ambushing everywhere have no time to make a move, coupled with the information provided by the pterodactyl riders in charge of scouting in the sky, they can always help these velociraptor riders Avoid those ambush circles.

As for the wind snakes in the sky, they have already withdrawn to the Nazmir Forest.

Unlike the abundant prey in the forest, there is no prey for the wind snakes to catch on the plain in this dry season, not to mention that there are pterodactyls in the sky in this area.

Without sufficient food, these wind snakes won't stay here for too long. Once they retreat, the pterodactyl riders will rule the sky when they level the sky.

"Overseer, where should we attack next?"

A raptor dragoon had just completed the task of setting fire, and safely retreated to Manco's side and asked him about the next task.

"Next, we should prepare to join the big army. It will be dawn soon. The chief plans to launch a general attack on the group of white ghosts at dawn. We must clear this stone blocking the road before noon today. Get moved and kicked aside."

Manco squinted his eyes and looked at the fully controlled fire in the blood troll settlement camp, and remembered Dasa's arrangement for him before departure.

The harassment of this settlement has almost been carried out, and the activities of the raptor dragoons have also successfully mobilized the blood trolls in this area, making them run back and forth, and there is no time to repair.

The high-altitude reconnaissance Roca and other pterodactyl riders also connected the blood troll settlement here with the situation of the blood troll army that was besieging the village of the Thunder tribe, and reported it to Dasa who was commanding the large army to march. .

In the night, a long marching team was walking on this plain in the dark. After roughly understanding the meanings of the various passwords in the Zandalari tribal army formation, this flat-made The supporting troops left the Jianjiao village and headed towards the Thunder tribe's village.

During the march, those former Zandalari heavy infantry soldiers who had been promoted to become the grassroots corps leaders scolded the trolls who did not march in accordance with the discipline, and at the same time demanded themselves more strictly.

The fifty hunters who had learned the discipline of the Zandalari army through emergency training were not used to these rules and regulations. During the march, they would encounter various problems such as falling behind, leaving the team, and scattered formations for various reasons.

Although these problems were expected by Dasa, and he was going to use these problems to conduct a field training record training, such actions made the veterans feel very distressed and irritated.

They can also be regarded as a good experience, the feeling when Dasa taught them to practice queue discipline.

"I'm keeping up! Don't fall behind! All teammates look at their teammates!"

"Keep going at a constant speed, don't go fast and slow! You! What are you doing in such a hurry?! Are you going to die alone!"

"Arrange neatly and densely! Don't be so loose!"

Dasa wobbled on the back of a Direhorn and listened to the sound of training behind him, he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at, Chief."

Yaval and Dasa were riding a Direhorn together, and heard Dasa's questioning with a smile.

"I'm laughing. After this war is over, our tribe will have a large number of suitable heavy infantry candidates. The tribe's conscription work will then proceed smoothly."

Daza turned his head to look at the long marching team behind him, and smiled even more happily.

"Well, what you said is correct. As long as they can survive this battle, they will all become the most solid pillars to defend the tribe in the future."

Yaval also turned his head to look at the winding marching team behind him, and his heart was also full of optimism.

After all, this group of recruits were all recruited from his Jianjiao village.

While marching, the color of the sky is gradually changing, the light of the stars is gradually dimming, and they are about to withdraw from the stage of this sky.

It's about to dawn.

Just before dawn, the main force led by Dasa finally arrived at their scheduled start position before dawn.

Manco had led the raptor dragoons to wait here for a long time.

"Thank you, Manco."

Dasa turned over and jumped off the Deinonychus, and quickly stepped forward to hold Manco's hand.

"We're fine, chief. Is your body really okay now?"

Manco was indeed more concerned about Dasa's physical condition at the moment, and he was a little worried that the old man would get emotional and join the battle against the blood trolls.

"Don't worry, there are no problems along the way."

Daza patted his chest to reassure.

"Okay, so when will we start the total work, Chief?"

Manco carefully looked at Dasa's situation at the moment, and after confirming that there was no problem, he was relieved.

"It's just now, just let your people gather and follow the two sides of the main force, Zhongjun, and protect our flanks. Our central army will completely wipe out this army that is entrenched here in this battle. Of the blood trolls."

After Daza finished speaking, an orderly followed him and began to convey his orders to the captains of the Chinese infantry.

The main force began to change from a marching formation to a combat formation, because the fifty infantrymen were temporarily recruited, so it was too late to ration them with complete heavy infantry equipment, and now these troll hunters holding short spears are being recruited. It was placed on both sides of the heavy infantry phalanx, and further out was the rapid dragon cavalry.

"What about us? Chief. Where should our Direhorn heavy cavalry be on standby?"

Yaval waited for a long time but did not get his own order, and he looked at Dasa with some puzzlement.

Their direhorn heavy cavalry is very famous in the mountains of Zandalar. Once those huge direhorn lose their temper, no troll can stop them.

Not to mention a pack of Direhorn charging.

Such a scene can already be described by the word "shaking the earth and shaking the mountains".

"You will assume the responsibilities of the reserve team. I know that your combat effectiveness is very strong, and it is for this reason that I will keep you as the reserve team, because the main soldiers in this war have not been fully trained. They They're just a group of half-baked guys, I'm worried that the position they hold on to will collapse, and it's time for you to rush up."

Dasa looked at Yawal and told the other party why he did so.

"But this kind of thing, let Manco and the others do it."

Yaval is not very convinced.

"There are more of them than you. We have a total of five Direhorn heavy cavalry. How do you want me to allocate them to defend the flanks? There are not enough numbers and they can only be used as commandos. Your role is to assault, not to fill in the line." do you understand?"

Dasa patiently explained to Yawal, and hoped that the other party could understand the reason for his arrangement.

With the appearance of the first ray of sunshine, the army of the Zandalari tribe, which had already completed its formation, officially launched an offensive on the settlement of the blood trolls headed by Amoyi.

The sound of uniform footsteps stepped on this soft grass, splashing flying dust and dry grass clippings.

The blood trolls who had been busy all night woke up again because of the movement from the Zandalar side. Seeing that the army of the Zandalari tribe was quickly pressing towards them, these blood hunters also rushed to their respective blood priests. Under the command and help of the Zandalari Army, they attacked the already assembled Zandalari army formation.

The dawn sun shone on the Zandalari army coming from the east, and this golden army once again appeared in front of Amoy and Noth.

Amoyi, who fell into madness, did not listen to North's advice, and insisted on gathering all the troops to launch a decisive battle against the Zandalari troops.

And this kind of scene is also what Dasa and Zul hope to see.

Facing the frenzied attack of a huge number of blood hunters, the first problem was indeed the phalanx formed by the sharp-horned tribe hunters. After three rounds of attacks, there were already signs of loosening.

At this time, Zul decisively ordered Yaval to lead his Direhorn heavy cavalry to attack to buy time for the reorganization of the phalanx.

"It's time to show our prestige! Come with me!"

Yaval couldn't wait when he heard this order, he waved the two bone sticks in his hand and took the lead to charge out.

The heavy cavalry team composed of five Direhorn dinosaurs was like a row of bulldozers, pushing and shoveling away all obstacles along the way.

With the debut of the heavy cavalry, there is no suspense in this war.

Amoi, the Blood Mistress, was eventually left on this land, and her head was cut off and stuck on a spear as a symbolic trophy of the Zandalari tribe.

This blocking stone has been eliminated, and the next step is to enter the village of the Thunder Tribe, to break the siege of the Thunder Tribe.

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(End of this chapter)