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Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1243

The follow-up of the trolls followed quickly.

About half an hour later, they found the headless corpse on the ground, as well as the pile of heads drenched in urine as a sign of humiliation.

"Bastards! How dare those cowardly and despicable humans humiliate our warriors so much?"

A troll Berserker roared in fury.

As they have preserved the savage and bloody traditions of "headhunting", "cannibalism" and "human sacrifice" in the history of civilization for tens of thousands of years, they have never cared about being killed by the enemy.

But can't accept such blatant provocation and humiliation.

Especially those who do this are the humans they despise and regard as "Barbarian Race".

In fact, in the eyes of the Amani trolls, human beings have been juxtaposed with kobolds, gnolls and murlocs for a long time, and even "lower" than the sea monsters of Naga sea monsters. Wait".

Compared to the warriors who could only be incompetent and furious, the Witch Doctor who accompanied the army cautiously squatted down to examine the corpses on the ground.

After about a few minutes, one of the Witch Doctors immediately cry out in surprise: "This is impossible!"

"What's the matter? What is impossible?" The warlord immediately frowned. question.

"It's wounds! I can't check for any fatal wounds at all on these dead bodies. They were all shot by poisoned arrows and then slowly suffocated to death. That is to say , they were not killed, they were suffocated because they couldn't breathe." The Witch Doctor gave his own judgment without thinking.

Poison?

Arrows?

For a moment, all the trolls present were stunned.

Because they are real experts when it comes to poisoning.

Some Witch Doctor concocts deadly poisons, even those wild Demi-Gods and Titan Guardians are somewhat afraid.

But now, their people have been killed by the human Poisonous Arrow, which is simply the biggest joke in the world.

"Can you find out what toxins are?" The Overseer's face suddenly became very gloomy.

He could already foresee how embarrassing he would be if this matter was passed back to the upper echelons of the Amani Empire.

The only thing that can save this is to win this war with the Empire of Man.

With victory, blood and an unprecedented massacre, wash away the stains on yourself.

"Sorry, the enemy took all the arrows after the battle, and we couldn't find any useful information from the blood-thinned toxins of the corpses. But judging from suffocation, it should be It's not a biological toxin secreted by spiders, poisonous snakes, etc., but some kind of poisonous weed."

After several Witch Doctors got together to discuss, they immediately gave a professional judgment.

Because there is no one in the Amani Empire who knows how to identify the type and source of poison better than these Witch Doctors.

"Then can you remove this poison?" the Overseer immediately asked again.

This time, the Witch Doctor without the slightest hesitation gave a positive answer: "Of course! In the face of magic and elemental power, there is no poison that cannot be removed. However, if humans use such a hesitation on a large scale, Poisonous Arrow, if you want to detoxify all the arrows at once, you need to make a lot of preparations in advance."

"Very good! Calais, I will now grant you the command of the raptor cavalry, and then Equip you with four Witch Doctors who are in charge of detoxification. Find me these cunning human cavalry and kill them all. Remember to capture their leader alive. I'll dig this guy's heart out for snacks." Overseer The eyes flashed with cruel and bloodthirsty rays of light.

You must know that the digging in his mouth is not a metaphor, but a "digging" in the physical sense.

A living person is tied to a post, then the ribcage is torn open without the aid of any tools, and the beating heart is dug out and eaten raw.

Only when they are extremely disgusted and hated for someone, the Amani troll will choose to use this method to solve the grievance between himself and the enemy.

The troll known as Calais didn't say a word, immediately nodded to signal, and then soon set off with the raptor cavalry that had been totaling 600 people.

Different from those who did not carry shields and armor before, this raptor is fully armed, and even the dragon body is covered with a layer of sturdy armor.

If you have to use something for comparison, it should at least be the heavy armored cavalry dubbed "canned food".

It's just that raptors are better at short sprints than horses that are known for their endurance.

Their strong and powerful retreat can catch up with the overwhelming majority of animals running on the ground within ten minutes, and can also assist the cavalry to bite and capture the enemy, which is the real trump card of the Amani trolls .

The only downside is that the raptor runs nowhere near as smooth as a horse, so Knight has to stand up in the stirrups, using his legs and arms to maintain his balance.

Otherwise, the brains will be shaken for you.

apart from this , feeding a raptor requires a lot of fresh meat.

And for trolls who rely entirely on fishing and hunting for food, it is definitely not a small burden.

So these more than 600 raptors are almost the family property of the deadwood tribe.

Once the entire army is wiped out, they will lose their last mobility.

It's a pity that the Overseer didn't think that after he dispatched the raptor cavalry, how long would those daring humans who dared to take the initiative to attack would be able to live, let alone anyone on this land who could resist such an elite force. Frontal impact.

In this way, under the leadership of Calais, more than 600 raptor cavalrymen tracked the traces left by the horse's hooves on the ground and approached the southeast all the way.

About an hour and a half, I saw the more than 100 cavalry led by Alan.

"They're here!" Knight sighed with a dignified face.

The soldiers behind them also became a little nervous and desperate after seeing the raptor cavalry with sharp teeth and claws.

No one would think that they could defeat this group of terrifying monsters in a frontal battle.

That's right!

For most ordinary person classes, these troll Knights, who ride raptors like locusts across the border, are a group of monsters.

Because of fighting against them, it is not only the Knight that needs to be dealt with, but also the mount that is covered with metal armor and natural scales for double protection.

Unless a sharp lance is used, or ordinary swords cut it, it is impossible to hurt these ferocious and cunning raptors.

"Get ready! Follow the original plan. Remember! No matter what happens ahead of me, don't take any extra action. It's an order! It's a military order! Any disobedience means He was sentenced to death."

When he said this remark, Alan's tone revealed unprecedented seriousness.

Because in his opinion, the most important thing in an army is the execution and obedience of orders.

If someone dares to believe oneself infallible disobedience, he will never mind a clear canon punishment, even if the other party is well-intentioned and wants to save his life.

"Understood!" the tall Knight said without thinking.

After getting along with him in the past few days, he probably knew the character of the duke he was loyal to.

If it is normal, even if it is occasional rude or joking, the other party will not mind.

But when it comes to orders, if anyone dares to outward devotion but inner opposition, or make small moves in private, 100% will be dealt with ruthless.

Anyone's pleading is useless.

This can be seen in the process of clearing the accounts and inventories in the woodlands, and the officials who were executed to enrich their personal pockets.

Rule!

Law!

These are exactly what Alan wants to build on his own territory, and the entire empire of Arathor.

As the distance between the two sides got closer and closer, Calais, the commander of the raptor cavalry, immediately raised his hand and signaled his men to spread out to the two wings, quickly forming a semi-encircling formation.

In his opinion, the trifling human cavalry with more than 100 people is basically impossible to be his opponent.

So simply take advantage of the raptor's short-range sprint speed to surround the human cavalry in one breath, and then annihilate all of them without leaving a single one behind.

But when he was about to order the entire army to charge, Alan on the other side immediately rode his horse and trotted to the front of the formation, then turned over and jumped down, pulling out the exaggerated giant sword behind him and hitting the ground. As soon as he inserted it, he stretched out his right hand index finger and hooked it lightly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

1v1 challenge!

Although this kind of behavior looks stupid and second-hand in the eyes of modern people, it is almost no different from sending death.

But for the Azeroth world still in the Barbarian Desolate Era, this is a sacred duel that no one can taint.

Whether it's a troll or a human, or the Ox Head Man and the Boar in the western continent, the vrykul and the walrus in Northrend, when you see someone say something like this After the signal, they will stop at the same time, and also send a powerful warrior of their own to fight one-on-one.

Anyone who disrupts this fair duel will be cast aside and instantly plunged into permanent social death.

"Interesting! A human actually wants to challenge us!"

Calais raised his chin slightly, revealing two surprisingly long fangs, and his eyes were full of contempt.

He didn't think Alan was so strong that he could lift that great door-sword.

Because in the giant Demon Race group, there are many such aliens who were born or were later created by witchcraft and alchemy to be strong as an ox.

And the elite raptor cavalry under his command, each of them can be indistinguishable from this group of aliens.

"General! Let me slaughter this act recklessly human!"

A raptor cavalry jumped from the saddle, swapping the long halberd in his hand for a pair of knives , sticking out his tongue and licking his lips bloodthirsty.

"Go! Hurry up! I don't want the Overseer to wait too long." Calais urged with a chuckle.

The troll who got the permission didn't say a word, walked to the front in three steps and provoked Alan: "Human! I have to admit that you are quite brave! You dare to stand up to Alan alone. Challenge the most elite raptors of our great Amani Empire. If you die, I will eat your heart alive and make your skull into a goblet and wrap it in gold as a souvenir."

"Did you finish talking nonsense?" Alan asked in a very fluent troll language with no expression on his face.

"Can you understand our language?" the troll stared wide-eyed in surprise.

Although humans have been dealing with trolls for thousands of years, there have never been many people willing to learn each other's language.

Not just humans and trolls, but elves and trolls as well.

When the exiled Highborne came across the sea to establish Silver Moon City, it was because of the language barrier that they could not communicate, which led to the continuous war.

This shows the importance of communication.

Of course, with the attitude of the high elves that no one looks down on, it is estimated that even if they can communicate, they will have to fight in the end.

"hmph! Not only do I understand your language, but I know your history, and that you are waging thousands of years of war with the Spirit King, the high elves of the North."

While speaking, Alan slowly pulled out the giant sword stuck on the ground and raised it high above his head with only one hand.

The trolls who came to fight saw this scene and immediately raised their swords to block or parry.

What made him absolutely didn't expect was that when the giant sword fell, Alan didn't use the edged side, but smashed the weapon horizontally as a door.

Next second...

Bang!

No surprises!

The poor unlucky bastard was slapped on the spot.

Darkred's blood splattered, along with some guts and broken bones.

When Alan raised the giant sword, the troll below had no human appearance at all, and there was only a pool of flesh and blood that could not be seen at all.

Seckill!

Just one blow, an elite raptor cavalry explained it like this.

After easily killing the opponent, Alan threw away the blood and minced meat contaminated with his sword, and continued to repeat the action of hooking his fingers before.

It's just that this time, including Commander Calais, no one dares to take it lightly.

Finally, after a brief negotiation, Calais dispatched his second-in-command, a troll Berserker over 2.5 meters tall with explosive muscles all over his body.

What's interesting is that he did not mean to get off the back of the raptor, but held a sharp long halberd loudly shouted: "I am a rider, and you are also a rider. This round, Let's have a showdown on mounts."

"pu hahahaha! Mounts? I can't believe you guys would seize every opportunity. But that's okay, as long as you're happy. And I don't need it Warhorse, come if you're ready." Alan laughed taunted.

Just kidding!

War horses are herbivores, and even if they are trained, they will be frightened in front of top predators like velociraptors.

This is also why, at the beginning, the Amani troll's Velociraptor Legion could make 20,000 human cavalry lose their resistance with just one charge.

If he gets on the horse now, that's the only thing he's not happy about.

In contrast, it is safer to fight alone.

At least one less drag.

After all, a pig teammate is always terrifying ten thousand times more than a god-like enemy.

"This is your own choice!"

The troll Berserker sneered, quickly put down the visor of his helmet, and then squeezed his feet together, signaling the mount under his crotch to charge.

The raptor that got the master's signal, immediately like an arrow from the string, stepped out its strong hind legs and started to accelerate.

Weared in armor, it is like a heavy tank with super speed and agility. In the blink of an eye, it rushes through the distance between the two and slams into it fiercely.