Start As Hunter From Hunter World

Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1256

At midnight, under the bright moonlight, a large number of soldiers in armor and weapons were densely packed standing on the square.

In their up ahead, it is the gate and suspension bridge leading to the outside world.

Although some of them have already fought against trolls during the day, and the blood on their bodies and faces have not completely dried up, they are still in good spirits at this moment, and there is no sign of exhaustion at all.

Because everyone has been told what to do.

Simply put, it is A Tooth For A Tooth, an eye for an eye.

Since the Amani trolls want to kill and eat them as food, they can naturally raid the rear of the trolls, kill all the guys who dare to resist, and light up all valuable things , catch the submissive woman and child as slaves.

This is a life-and-death battle for survival between different races, and there is no reason to speak.

And the nobles have promised to give 30% to every participating soldier, regardless of the proceeds of the trip.

Vengeance!

Plunder!

Slavery!

Under so many strong emotions, the human soldiers present were extremely excited, wishing they could immediately open the gate and kill them, heading straight to the path in the north leading to the Hinterlands.

As long as they can come back alive from this expedition, they can definitely gain unimaginable great wealth.

And as a "troll killer" not just in name only, but also in reality, he can even win heroic applause and applause.

You must know that the current human beings are not the "Holy Mother" who will invade their own homeland and cause the death of millions of people orcs in captivity.

In fact, if Thoradin were to deal with these defeated orcs, 100% of them would choose to kill all of them without leaving one, or throw them into heavy manual labor and pull them down.

Not wasting precious food to feed a bunch of butchers whose hands are covered in innocent blood.

Not to mention that in the end, Thrall took these guys to the other side of the sea and established a new tribe that sang the opposite of himself.

To be honest, Alan has never understood the father of Arthas, Terenas Menai Hill II of Lordaeron, what was he thinking about?

Why not take advantage of the incomparable hatred of the orcs within the alliance at that time to find a place to directly bury all the captives who surrendered?

But he obviously wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

After Al Barov delivered a brief mobilization speech, the suspension bridge that had been pulled up was slowly lowered.

When the closed gate was opened, Ignaius led the highland cavalry under his command to charge first, followed by the cavalry archers formed by Alan, and finally the nobles put together 's expeditionary force.

Due to the ten-hour tragic siege during the day, most of the trolls fell asleep due to exhaustion after nightfall.

After all, physique-wise, trolls are no better than humans except for having a regenerative ability.

So when the whistle of the incoming enemy was heard, most were not able to recover immediately from the groggy state.

And prolonged periods of starvation and malnutrition also made them so sluggish that it took several minutes after opening their eyes to barely understand what was going on.

The result is no surprise!

The troll's fragile camp was overrun by the fearless highland cavalry in an instant.

Following closely from behind, the cavalry archers do their best, using bows and arrows to set fire and cause chaos.

In less than ten minutes, the situation was completely out of control.

When the troll warlord rushed out of the tent, he could only watch the expedition force break away from the main force and head straight to the north, before quickly disappearing into the vast darkness.

"Do you know what they're going to do?"

Alan on the horse asked loudly in troll language a few dozen meters away.

As a high-level executive of the Amani Empire, how could the Overseer not know about it, but he didn't want to say it in public, and just stared at this despicable, shameless, insidious, and cunning enemy with complexion ashen.

If looks could kill, Alan would have died thousands of times.

In the hearts of trolls, they wish they could chop up this damn human being chopped up ten-thousand times by a thousand blades and throw it into a pot to boil soup.

But Alan himself did not have such self-awareness. He glanced at the trolls gathered around, and asked himself meaningfully: "They went to the Hinterlands! Find you and stay in the rear. The tribe! Then Ruthless kills every troll he encounters, whether it's an old man, a woman, or a child."

Wow—

The moment the words blurted out , and all the trolls belonging to the Deadwood tribe at the scene became both frightened and angry.

Some of them couldn't help but start cursing loudly and even cursing the human who "doesn't talk about martial arts" in front of them, completely forgetting how they killed, sacrificed and eaten the captured humans in the first place. .

The troll warlord asked sharply: "Aren't you afraid of our revenge?"

"Retaliation? Sorry, I didn't plan to let you go away alive at all. Trolls Choose now! Whether to stay here and continue to work hard, the little by little ones are exhausted, or choose to retreat immediately to catch up with the expeditionary force and stop the upcoming massacre."

After saying this In a word, Alan immediately turned his horse's head and retreated to the fortress with the large army.

He wanted to see how this warlord from the Amani tribe would deal with the warrior's strong desire to go back immediately to protect his tribe.

You must know that on Earth, there is a huge difference of opinion between the upper and lower ranks of the army, but it is very prone to riots and mutinies.

even more how, the so-called Amani Empire is nothing but a big union of tribes.

Each tribe has its own interests.

At a moment like this that is related to the life and death of a tribe, even the most docile sheep in the family will instantly transform into a lion.

If you can use this opportunity to provoke conflicts and create discord among the trolls, then you can make a lot of money.

In fact, as Alan expected, and the others retreated into the fortress, hundreds of warriors of the deadwood tribe did not go to put out the flaming flames at all, but spontaneously gathered to the fortress. The location of the Overseer's tent.

It wasn't long before a prestigious warrior leader was elected, went straight to the Overseer and said, "This war can't go on! We must go back! Before those damned Before the humans find out where the tribe is!"

"Back off! It's not your turn to talk about things like this." The warlord warned in a low voice, with dangerous rays of light flashing in his eyes.

He is not a fool, he understands the feelings of these warriors from the deadwood tribe when they heard that the Old Feng family was threatened.

Also understand that the failure of one after another has led to a sharp drop in his prestige, so that the resentment and dissatisfaction accumulated by the warriors are on the verge of erupting.

But at this time, the more you can't back down!

Because the trolls are cruel and savage, they will only obey the powerhouse, any retreat will be seen as weakness.

As an Overseer, there is only one result of weakness, and that is to be killed or sacrificed by ruthless.

This is why the Overseer insists on moving forward even if he knows the risks he may face if he loses the protection of the Raptor cavalry.

It's not that he doesn't want to step back to regroup, but that once he quits, it means admitting defeat.

The loser has only one ending in the Amani Empire, and that is death.

But unfortunately, the Overseer's words did not scare away the warriors of these deadwood tribes, but aroused their subconscious madness and brutality.

In just a few seconds, some trolls' eyes started to turn red and their muscles became uncontrollably engorged.

There is no doubt that this is a sign of a troll going into a frenzy when he's emotional.

And once they start rampaging, they will become crazy and unreasonable.

With the little direct lineage brought by the Overseer, it is simply not enough to suppress the rebellion.

Just the opposite!

He is very likely to die in the chaos of the army!

Don't think that trolls who still maintain a tribal structure will have discipline this thing,

These guys don't think about the consequences when they go crazy.

"This is related to the life and death of the deadwood tribe! Of course we have the right to speak!"

The leader of the warrior seemed to catch a hint of timidity in the other's eyes, and immediately dared to speak to him. A big step forward.

With his lead, the ordinary troll warriors behind him also quickly surrounded him, and some even stared at the few remaining giant bear riders with harboring malicious intentions.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the air is becoming more and more tense, and infighting may break out at any time, the high-level priest representing theocratic power finally can't help but stand up and raise his hand to symbolize the god of Dragon Hawk. The staff scolded loudly: "Enough! Don't you see that this is actually a trap set by that cunning human being to deliberately provoke our internal relations? He just wants you to worry, and then desperately turns around and chases that army. ."

"That's right! If we turn north now, the human cavalry will continue to harass and sneak attack on the open plains, meadows and hills along the way, until we are all killed." Another The Witch Doctor also echoed.

Compared to these mindless low-level warriors, the sorcerer is obviously more rational.

But unfortunately, the deadwood tribe warriors, who are already anxious, can't care so much now.

The elected warrior leader glanced at the priests who spoke for the Overseer, and then bluntly retorted: "Of course we know what those despicable humans want to do. But is this just you? Any reason to give up the Deadwood tribe? I don't care! If we can't come up with a better solution before dawn, we'll take action on our own."

With that, he turned around with thousands of The warrior left, leaving only the Overseer and a group of Witch Doctors, priests and secret technologists big eyes staring at small eyes.

After a full seven or eight minutes, the leading Overseer took a deep breath and said: "Everyone! It seems that our plan is ahead of schedule!"

"Agree! Let these idiots sabotage the strategy of the Amani Empire." The high priest of the Dragon Hawk god nodded without a second thought.

"If that's the case, let's get ready. There's still some time before dawn. This time, it's our turn to give that insidious and cunning human a little color."

As he said this remark, the warlord's eyes flashed with rays of light that were vicious and vicious.

To know the witchcraft mastered by trolls, it is not something to deal with.

Especially when they decide to cast spells at the expense of their own people, it can definitely cause unimaginable horrific lethality.

In the history of Azeroth, even the servants of the Old Gods could not withstand the attacks of witchcraft, even more how are human beings who do not have any magical powers yet.

In this way, the sorcerer and the Overseer join forces, using the power of faith to continuously confuse the foolish troll warriors and convince them that everything that happens next comes from the will of God.

...

At the same time, the two high elf messengers on the third floor of the lord's mansion had just watched the whole process of the midnight action, and the female elf was the first to ask the companion: " Where do you think the army that disappeared into the darkness just now went?"

"Is this a guess? It must be the Hinterlands in the north! The Deadwood tribe left all the old and weak women and children behind. Over there, as long as the army successfully finds them, a massacre will be staged next. Humans are not as merciful as our elves, and even take the initiative to release underage troll cubs.” The male elves touched the chin and analyzed .

The female elf sneered and sarcastically said: "Benevolence? I think it should be stupid. Few of the idiots in the council have ever been on the battlefield. They don't know the hatred of trolls for us, every time Let go of a cub, and a few years later it will grow into warrior and attack us again, just to satisfy his own ridiculous moral superiority. Humans do it right! Kill every troll that comes across, Whether it's an old man, a woman, or a cub."

"Maybe you're right. It's a pity that in a place like the Parliament, neither your opinion nor my opinion matters. Don't forget, Quel'Sara It is a kingdom of magic, only those archmages are qualified to speak to the Council and the Sun King..."

Before the male elf's words were finished, rumors suddenly spread from the troll camp where the flames had just been extinguished in the distance. There was a strange magic wave, and at the same time, the shadow of a huge monster appeared in the sky.

But it all came and went quickly, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

It didn't even arouse the vigilance of those patrolling the city wall.

The high elves, who have been dealing with trolls for thousands of years, immediately realized that this was a precursor to the enemy's preparation for large-scale sorcery,

especially the one that just emerged Huge shadows, full of raging Power of Raging Flames, are clearly the projections of the trolls who believe in the God of Dragon Hawk.

In order to prevent potential allies from being inexperienced and inadvertently suffering a big loss, the two of them didn't care that it was already 1:30 a.m. in the second half of the night, and immediately asked the servants and guards at the door to take them to see Alan, and said that it was important. The military situation needs to be reported.

A few minutes later, they were taken to Alan's bedroom.