Start As Hunter From Hunter World

Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1246

The job of cleaning up the battlefield will soon be over.

The magic and sorcery on most of the armor was completely destroyed by the near-mad attack of the thunderstorm element.

There are only a handful of gear dedicated to high-level officers like Calais, surviving terrifying thunderstorms.

But even so, these cavalrymen who had experienced a bloody battle were extremely satisfied.

Because the raptors are the most elite troops of the Amani Empire, the armor and weapons they wear are made of Thorium, which is many times stronger than the steel weapons they use .

Even if it is scrapped, bringing these Thorium back to re-melting can create a lot of "Divine Weapon".

After all, in the current Arathor Empire, no trace of Thorium veins has been found, at best there are only a few mithril mines with very low yields.

In addition, Thorium and Mithril are originally rare magic metals. They are not as abundant and easy to mine as steel, copper, and tin. Most of them are associated with other ore veins, and their value is still gold. , silver and other precious metals.

So the gains from the battle at this time are equal to the sum of all the wealth they have accumulated for several decades without eating or drinking.

As a saying goes, in the case of extremely backward productivity, war and looting are always the fastest and most effective way to make money.

Of course, the premise is to win the final victory.

Looking at the war horses carrying the seized heavy supplies on their backs, Knight, who was still tangled in the last second, immediately came back to his senses, and offered to propose: "Lord Duke. I think we this time has battered the enemy and wiped out over hundreds of the most terrifying raptor troopers of the Amani trolls at a fraction of the cost. This is a feat never seen before in human history, and your name will surely be shared with the empire Everyone remembers. But our current number of soldiers is only eighty-seven, and the horses are also full of spills of war, so it is not suitable to continue the adventure."

Alan gently nodded: " You're right. We've got Perfection done, and it's time to pull back and fix it. But before that, I have one more thing to do."

With this, he turned around He turned his attention to the troll head that fell to the ground not far away.

Unlike other unlucky bastards who were slashed and shredded into flesh, the head of Calais, the commander of the raptor cavalry, was well preserved.

"You shouldn't be..."

Knight was obviously not a fool, he quickly realized what his Duke wanted to do, and his eyes burst into rays of excitement and excitement. of light , and a little bit of tension at the same time.

"That's right! We're going to send this head back to the troll's top commander in person, so that the enemy can see that their once proud elite has been completely destroyed. Remember, In addition to fighting, the more important thing is morale, that is, the recognition of the soldiers on both sides for their own strength and their desire to win. Now, what we want to fight is the superiority of those trolls who are always used to aloof and remote looking down on human beings. Let them lose hope of victory in this war."

After saying that, Alan winked at the squires behind him.

The latter figured it out, and immediately ran over to pick up Calais's head, then run a rope through the middle of the shin and hang it from the side of the saddle.

Being skilled is like doing it thousands of times.

In fact, the humans of this era are far from the major Human Kingdoms whose martial power rapidly degenerated during the Orc War, and the bones in the bones are still full of the savagery and savagery inherited from the ancestors of the vrykul. The spirit of martial arts.

When treating the enemy, they are not fundamentally different from trolls.

In addition to not eating people, they also have a bad habit of turning the skulls of powerful enemies into wine vessels and decorations.

So there is an extra ring on the saddle for cliff heads or for dragging corpses.

Even some soldiers who hated trolls even cut off the heads of those trolls who were not electrocuted into coke. The stones collided and eventually turned into bloody and unrecognizable balls.

No one would care about the soldiers venting their emotions.

Knight just glanced at him, then took his eyes back and asked solemnly, "Lord Duke, how many people are you planning to bring?"

"Not a single one. Just myself is enough!" Alan pursed his lips into a cruel smile.

Since it is a blow to morale, the fewer people the better.

There is nothing more stimulating to this group of self-righteous Amani trolls than throwing the head of the cavalry commander the enemy sent to hunt him down on the ground.

If the Overseer loses his mind, orders a rush march despite his physical strength, and then launches an attack on the fortified town that is being fortified, his purpose will be achieved.

Although Alan's territory will suffer huge losses during the entire battle, for the entire Arathor Empire, this is definitely the fastest way to win the war and cause the least damage.

With Thoradin's tactical literacy and wisdom, he will definitely arrive quickly with reinforcements, and launch a surprise attack on the troll army from the side, completely defeating and annihilating it in one fell swoop.

"Are you sure?!"

Knight was clearly shocked by the madness of his duke.

Although before that, the plan to lure the elements of thunderstorms had allowed him to see the madness that lay beneath Alan's calm exterior.

"Of course! Don't forget, the trolls have lost their most important raptor, the Legion, and even a few left are not enough. From now on, the initiative of the war has fallen. In our hands. After you go back, immediately organize all the people who can ride horses, and I will teach this group of stupid Amani trolls how to use cavalry."

In saying During this remark, Alan's tone was unabashedly disdainful of the military literacy of trolls.

Especially without the intervention of magic and witchcraft, he thought the troll's battle method was abysmal.

Sometimes, Alan really can't figure out how these guys can beat an empire of bugs with great organization and discipline.

Does it rely on the advantage of quantity to recklessly consume?

Or is it due to the troll's innate ability to regenerate?

Or did those "wise men" in Zandalar, the Golden Empire, find some special way?

Because the history of trolls is too long, even before the arrival of the Pantheon Titans, it is full of too many unsolved mysteries.

Let's not say anything else, just the trolls enshrining those primordial mysterious Loa Spiritual God is enough to create infinite reverie.

Although Alan is regarded as the creator god of this universe, he is not very interested in the history before the arrival of the Orcs in Azeroth, and only pays some attention to key time nodes.

As for the troll who is Wannian's "supporting role" and "background board", he has never cared about it.

After all, from the standpoint of the former "player", trolls basically don't have a strong sense of existence except for being beaten constantly.

But it wasn't until Alan came to realize that the troll civilization actually ran through the entire history of the planet Azeroth.

The races that have risen later, whether they are humans, dwarves, gnomes, elves, and goblins, have all dealt with trolls more or less.

It's just unfortunate that these wars that broke out because of the struggle for living space often end in the failure of the trolls.

...

Just as Alan ordered the cavalry to return to the original path, he rode his horse in the direction of the troll army, far away in the capital of the Arathor Empire - Torrent City , Thoradin Great Emperor is standing in front of the simple map, staring solemnly at the pieces that represent the strength.

After a good few minutes, he asked without looking back, "Isn't there anything else my teacher has to say except for the news of the troll invasion?"

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"No more! Oh, yes, the duke said Your Majesty, don't worry too much, he will be responsible for dragging all the enemies to death, you just need to gather as many vassals and troops as possible." The messenger without Replied of omission and in detail.

"Don't worry?"

Soladin touched the chin with a looked thoughtful expression.

Because with his understanding, if Alan can say such words, he must have absolute certainty to defend his own territory.

This also means that this messenger is not here to urge him to go to the rescue, but to prepare himself and concentrate superior forces to launch a fatal blow at a critical moment.

But he couldn't figure out how Alan could resist the attack of tens of thousands of troll warriors with the strength and population in his hands.

It was this kind of doubt that made the Emperor of the Empire undecided, whether to continue to wait for more vassals to answer the call to bring their troops, or to bring all the troops now and go north. rush to the rescue.

It should be known that once Alan's territory is completely occupied, the hinterland of the empire and even the capital city of Rapids will be exposed to the attack range of trolls.

When the time comes, let alone recuperating and multiplying the population, the endless harassment alone can bring down the empire he finally built up.

Those nobles who have been enfeoffed will eventually degenerate back to their original tribal state due to the long-term severance of ties with Rapids City.

After hesitating for a long time, Thoradin finally said to a middle-aged man behind him who looked like he was around forty years old and weathered: "My friend, the Empire needs your help now."

"Please order, Your Majesty. No matter what kind of task, I swear to spare no effort to complete." The man responded in calm language under one-knee kneels.

"I ask you to set off immediately with two thousand cavalry and go to the north to help my teacher against those goddamn trolls. Remember, your job is not to engage the enemy head-on, but to contain them, Make sure the northern territories don't fall."

Speaking, Thoradin drew his dagger fiercely and inserted it in the middle of the map.

Obviously, this is his bottom line.

The troll's army must not cross this line or he will launch a Danger Land counteroffensive at all costs.

Even if you have to pay a painful price for it.

middle-aged man nodded hard: "Got it! I'll keep those trolls eating, sleeping, and resting at your command."

"Very good! You Now bring someone and set off immediately. Remember, if you can get in touch with my teacher, listen to his opinions. If he has any bold ideas or actions, you can abandon the original action plan and directly cooperate with his Order things." Thoradin urged at the end.

As an emperor influenced by Alan since childhood, he is well aware of the need to empower front-line generals and commanders when information is extremely inconvenient.

Otherwise, wait for the news to come back and make a decision by yourself, and then pass it back, it is estimated that the fleet of fighters will be long gone.

"It is my honor to fight alongside Duke Alan."

With these words, the middle-aged man beat his chest hard, then got up and left the court.

About half an hour later, two thousand fully armed light cavalry will grandiose through the gates of Stromgarde, disappearing into the horizon like a torrent.

Watching the army leave completely, Thoradin relaxed a little, turned his eyes to Arturia, who was sitting in the corner drinking tea leisurely, and asked very curiously, "If I don't remember If it's wrong, you should be friends, right? Don't you worry about the safety of the teacher at all?"

"Worried?" Artoria couldn't help laughing and shook the head. "No! It's not Alan that you should be worried about, it's the poor trolls."

"Worried about the trolls?" Thoradin visibly froze.

"Yes! You don't understand how ruthless and cruel he can become when treating the enemy." A trace of pity for the trolls flashed in Artoria's eyes.

No matter what the reason for the troll invasion, from the moment he stepped into Alan's territory, he was sentenced to death.

Even Alan, who just projected his consciousness into a mortal body, was still a fairly terrifying and invincible monster.

Perhaps on this planet, there are many hidden powerful existences that can successfully kill the body controlled by Alan, but the Amani trolls that even the high elves can't solve are definitely not included.

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What good results do the creators and rulers of the entire universe expect to achieve?

Stop kidding!

"Well, I hope you're right." Thoradin didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He never quite understood where Artoria's trust in Alan's unfathomable mystery came from.

After all, in the process of the rise of the tribe and the unification of mankind, it was Arturia who really performed the task of charging into the battle.

And Alan plays more like a mentor, a staff member and the like, and rarely pulls out his sword to join the battle.

There are even nobles who speculate that Alan's sword technique is basically rateless, that he is a guy who is purely based on intelligence and intelligence, and his personal martial power is not worth mentioning at all.

But no matter what, Artoria, who is known as the strongest Swordsman in the empire, is so calm, which somewhat calms the panic of some people and nobles.

At least until the bad news of the defeat comes back, they won't continue to worry about the Empire of Arathor losing to the trolls.