Start As Hunter From Hunter World

Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1234

"The rain of arrows is coming!

"Raise your shield! "

"Raise your shield!" "

With the hoarse roar, the soldiers of the coalition army raised their inferior shields made of wood and leather, and gathered nearby to squat down and curl up, trying to reduce or even avoid arrows. Arrow may cause harm to themselves.

After all, they are just relatively primordial thinking, and seriously lack discipline, not really stupid.

But unfortunately, these people are not really stupid.

You know, the long-range crossbowmen of the Arathor Empire have long stopped using those primordial arrows made of bone, stone and bronze, but used steel arrows with strong penetrating power.

Its shape is similar to The raw materials and processes needed for refining are all handled by Alan himself.

Not to mention the light shields made of wood and leather, even the heavy shields wrapped with double iron sheets may not be able to Completely blocked.

And Thoradin spent a lot of time trying to convince the nobles of the empire to use the few steel essences on arrows instead of melee weapons or armor.

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Now, it is finally about to show its despairing formidable power.

There is no accident, when the arrow falls from the sky and pokes the surface of the shield, there is hardly any A shield can block these heavy armor-piercing arrows.

In just a few seconds, thousands of unfortunate people screamed and fell to the ground, more or less stuck in their bodies. An arrow.

Those who are lucky will be killed on the spot.

Those who are unfortunate need to endure great pain and try to pull the arrow out of the body Come out, otherwise they will not be able to move at all, and will only be killed by the next round of arrows in severe pain, or slowly drain the last drop of blood to death.

Obviously, in Arathor Before the establishment of the empire, wars between human tribes had never seen such terrifying long-range weapons.

In fact, in the era of tribalism, human beings prefer to use javelins, flying Axes and other close-range throwing weapons.

As for bows and arrows, those are things that need to be hunted with poisons.

In a real fight, you have to fight close to hand to win. Negative.

But now, these tribal coalition forces suddenly found that Thoradin's army was completely different from what they imagined, and a single round of projectiles caused an unimaginable heavy blow to their own side.

Look at those warriors who rushed forward with high morale a few seconds ago, but now retreat like a tide, you can see how scared they are in their hearts.

In addition to staying in place For those wounded soldiers who kept screaming, everyone was stunned and didn't know how to command.

Because in the cognition of these tribal leaders, there is no "experience" to deal with such situations. test".

And when they usually govern and make decisions, they often rely most on the "experience" left by their predecessors.

That's why each clan elects several elderly elders to provide the chief with the necessary advice when needed.

The "experience and lessons" accumulated by a tribe are learned through the inheritance of these old people little by little.

But right now, this rain of arrows that can bring death and despair has never happened before.

There is no so-called "experience" to draw from.

"Damn! Did that guy named Thoradin get the help of the gods? Why can his blacksmith forge such a sharp arrow?" The arrow dug out of his warrior's thigh, gnashing teeth questioned.

Especially the peculiarly shaped arrow tip, and the flat arrows used by their tribe for hunting, are two completely different things.

Apparently, this thing was specifically designed to penetrate sturdy armor and shields.

Only such an arrow can cause the terrifying rain of death arrows just now.

Otherwise, the arrows used in the war between ordinary tribes are simply impossible to penetrate the shield, or the hard leather armor.

And the triangular end of the arrow tip has a sharp barb.

The hapless guy who forcibly pulled out the arrow just now has fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

He didn't realize what a horrible tear the muscle and blood vessels would have been caused by pulling the arrow out.

As a result, accidentally cut open the aorta and the bleeding continued, and it is estimated that in a few seconds, I should be dying.

This phenomenon does not appear in one or two people, but in more than 70% of the people who forcibly pulled arrows, the blood flow is more than life-threatening.

Since human beings have not dreamed of Naru's silhouette from anyone, so the power of holy light has not been mastered, and there are no priests who master the healing ability. In this case, there is basically no other treatment other than waiting for death.

"Sorry, we don't know much about Thoradin and the empire of Arathor he founded. But one thing is for sure, if this fails, our clan will be wiped out. Are you willing Do you see your wife and child become slaves? Are you willing to see the land where you live is seized, the wealth, food and livestock you have accumulated are taken away?" Another tribal leader asked loudly.

You don't need to ask to know that, by describing the terrifying aftermath of defeat, he tried to boost morale and reinvigorate the despairing warriors.

No one is really a fool.

All the tribal leaders at the scene knew very well that maybe these ordinary warriors and civilians might not be pardoned after being defeated, and thus be absorbed into the subjects of the Arathor Empire, but those who took the initiative to resist, absolutely Will be ruthless killed.

So there is no way out for them.

Even if it's a big gamble to take all on one throw, you must never surrender obediently.

Soon, after a brief discussion, the coalition finally launched an attack again.

Abstracted from the tragic results of rushing up in a mess before, this time they learned a little "smart", let the cavalry attack from the two wings first, and want to use the speed to attract the attention of the enemy archer force.

And the infantry were all spread out to prevent a lot of damage from the dense rain of arrows.

I have to say, this method really worked, and I didn't even take any ranged hits at all during the charge.

The reason is simple!

The Thoradin Great Emperor would never waste his precious arrows for such a mob.

But the price is that when they rushed into the infantry phalanx, they were immediately dealt a devastating blow.

From contact to collapse, without even holding on for five minutes, it fell into a full-scale rout again, and was bitten by the opponent and could not escape.

As for the light cavalry on both flanks, they were hung up and beaten by the cavalry archers formed by the Arathor Empire.

Neither catch up nor escape.

The only thing I can do is watch my companions keep getting hit by arrows, and then go down from the horse.

As the number of soldiers became smaller and smaller, some warriors' subconscious survival instincts began to flare up. They threw away their weapons and got off their horses.

Similarly, the infantry on the frontal battlefield of the coalition forces also began to drop their weapons and choose to surrender in batches.

There is no doubt that this cannot be called a war at all, more like the Arathor Empire is giving these humans a vivid military lesson in the age of tribalism.

Tell them that only by abandoning the ignorant traditions of the past and embracing the empire can they become stronger against the ever-increasing trolls in the north.

Of course, in this one-sided battle, many tenacious and brave warriors emerged from the coalition.

They are not only experienced in combat, but also have superb skills, and they are often able to fight against the enemy.

Whenever she finds such a person, Artoria will take the initiative to subdue the opponent with the sword in her hand, and make him swear to serve the empire.

When the war ended, Thoradin not only gained hundreds of thousands of people, as well as the land, wealth, and livestock they occupied, but also gained the allegiance of more than a hundred powerful warriors.

And these warriors, without exception, were canonized as Imperial Family Knights on the spot, under the direct command of the emperor himself.

"It's finally over! From now on, all human beings will be united under one banner." Thoradin said high-spirited and vigorous.

"no! It's not the end! It's just the beginning! Don't forget, the unification of humanity is only the first step in your huge plan, and the real test will follow." Alan corrected meaningfully .

Soladin hurriedly nodded: "You are right. In the next ten years, we will multiply the population, accumulate food and livestock, mine mines to create more farm tools, weapons and equipment, To prepare for the battle with the bloodthirsty giant Demon Art in the north. But before that, I have one more thing to do, which is to stabilize and balance the situation within the empire through political marriage. In short, I want to marry a A queen."

"Oh? Who are you planning to marry?" Alan's face showed an unexpected look.

"A daughter of a tribal chief who can bring me great political benefits. This tribe has a large number of masons who can help me build a wall, a grand and strong city wall, against those who come from Troll attack."

When he said this remark, Thoradin's tone did not fluctuate, as if building this magnificent city wall was the key, and getting a wife was an additional condition. .

This awareness alone is enough to prove that he is already a mature emperor and knows how to use his status advantage to make some profit exchanges.

"Walls?"

Alan's mind instantly came up with the "Wall of Thoradin" that separated Arathi Highlands from Hill Splade.

He originally thought that the city wall would not start until at least a few years after the construction of the capital of the Empire, Rapids.

But who would have thought that Thoradin could be so impatient.

Perhaps it was the information about trolls that had been collected before, which made this heroic emperor feel a sense of crisis.

After all, compared with the Amani Empire, the new human empire was as fragile as a baby.

At this time, it is undoubtedly a good idea to build a city wall for defense in a dangerous place.

Thinking of this, Alan immediately agreed: "A wise choice. Relying on this invulnerable, indestructible and impregnable city wall, we can expand beyond the city wall and establish immigration strongholds. If If you encounter a small-scale troll, kill them ruthless. If you encounter a large-scale troll invasion, withdraw all the human settlements to the city wall. Repeatedly, not only can reduce the number of trolls, At the same time, it can compress their living space, forcing them to shrink into the depths of the forest."

"I think so too. However, it takes a lot of financial, human and material resources to build this city wall. The Empire's current fragile finances simply cannot last long. I need your help, teacher." Thoradin made no attempt to hide, and blunt pleaded.

Because in his eyes, the teacher who imparted knowledge since childhood and called himself a teacher is almost omniscient and omnipotent.

If you encounter a problem that cannot be solved, just ask Alan to get the perfect solution.

Looking at the expectant look in the eyes of the first emperor in the history of Azeroth world, Alan couldn't help but respond with a smile: "Actually, the solution is very simple, that is to send troops to arrest those within our control. Trolls and murlocs, put shackles on them and force them to perform excessive labor. Trolls in particular have unimaginable self-resilience and can adapt to very heavy physical labor without dying easily. There is a tradition of cannibalism, so never refuse to include murlocs and murlocs in their recipes. The same applies to murlocs. In short, by creating hatred between trolls and murlocs, make them hate each other By hating humans more than humans, they can monitor each other and minimize riots."

"You mean... catch trolls and murlocs as slaves, and then use exhaustion to die."

" to feed them each other?" Thoradin had a shocked expression on his face.

He originally thought that his heart was already dark enough, but now compared with the teacher, he is like a kind and good person.

What is cruelty?

What is viciousness?

This is it!

Altolia, who heard this remark next to her, stared at Alan with the same eyes she looked at monsters.

But Alan didn't care about it, just explained indifferently: "You should be aware that the Arathi Highlands are not calm at the moment, and there are many troll tribes in the vicinity. . Those murlocs can't be killed no matter how hard they kill, which seriously threatens the safety of rivers and coastlines. And my method can just solve all the problems at one time. And in the process of catching, you can still use veteran soldiers The way to bring new recruits to keep all armies in battle strength. If nobles and businessmen find out that these trolls and murlocs can be used as slaves, they will surely capture them and trade them. In this way, the empire can still collect money from them Part of the tax to ease the current financial strain."

"Damn it! My dear teacher, you are a terrifying demon. Well, I agree with your suggestion. Like you and me anyway. Sooner or later, you will go to hell."

Soladin took out a pen and paper while complaining, and quickly recorded the detailed process of this matter, preparing to return to the under-construction Torrent city. Do it right away.

Compared with the life and death of trolls and murlocs, he is obviously more concerned about whether the city wall can be built quickly...