Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

Although these incendiary bombs are basically just a drop in the bucket for the high-level trolls, for the low-level troll civilians, whether it is the raging fire that cannot be extinguished like a leech attached to their bones, or the suffocation due to lack of oxygen after burning, it can take their lives in a very painful way.

As for Mundot, although in his eyes the troll civilians were basically consumables and their deaths were not a pity, the consumables should at least be consumed with some value. It was such a waste that they were killed or injured before they even touched the enemy!

What's more, these supplies were for him to keep up appearances and show off to the human army. But now it's in such a mess, his show has gone to waste, what a shame!

"NMD! This human army has no moral principles! They only do such insidious things!! Humans!!! Challenge me one on one if you dare!!! How can the turtle be called a hero by using such means?!"

The furious Troll King shouted at the Doron army in the distance, his expression showing a look of unwillingness to accept defeat.

And as if sensing Mondot's words and his dissatisfaction, just as Mondot finished speaking, a whistling sound different from the sound of bombing suddenly came from the sky, as if it was accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

Along with the whistling sound, there was also a tremendous pressure coming from the sky, which made Mondot startled and he quickly held up his two black and gold swords to resist.

“Whoosh!!!!”

A shrill sound of breaking through the air was heard, and then Duke Long Ku was seen descending from the sky holding his own dragon-scale giant axe that was emitting billowing heat waves like lava, and he chopped down Mondot who was defending himself with a knife!

"Boom boom boom!!!!"

The moment the two collided, the earth shook and a huge wave of magical power spread out around, sweeping an area of ​​about a mile. Some low-level trolls were blown away from their original places like deflating balloons in this energy wave.

In the center of this energy storm, the two forces of magic were in a stalemate with each other. However, it was obvious that Grand Duke Long Ku was on the upper hand. Mondot, as an eighth-level monster, had no power to resist Frederick, a genuine ninth-level warrior.

The reason why he was still able to hold on was entirely because the guards gathered around him were also following him in resisting the oppression from Frederick.

"Uhhhhhhh!!!"

"drink!!"

Mondot resisted with two swords in hand, intending to increase his strength to suppress the human in front of him, but Frederick shouted loudly, and the giant axe in his hand suddenly exploded. The resistance of the eighth-level trolls collapsed in an instant, and they were overturned by the hot air wave.

Frederick also took a few steps back because of the burst of air waves, but compared to Mondot's embarrassment at the moment, it was obvious who was better.

"Fuck..." Mondot stood up with a grim face, feeling his arms numb from the shock. Looking at Frederick who was at ease, his face turned ugly.

Damn... Although I said I wanted a one-on-one fight, that doesn't mean I really want to do it, not to mention that you matched me with a ninth-level human...

I fought against a ninth-rank expert? Is this true?!

Chapter 182

Troll War Dragon

"what……"

As the first wave of battles that came from the sky ended, Duke Long Ku let out a long breath while holding the giant axe. The long, hot and heavy breath turned into white steam in the cold weather and sprayed out from the corners of his mouth. It seemed that what was sprayed out was not water mist, but a thick white smoke.

Frederick looked at the Troll Lord and some of his personal guards in front of him. Although he was very calm, there was still a hint of surprise in the corners of his eyebrows.

After all, facing this powerful axe coming down from the sky, he believed that in the human empire, any eighth-level warrior would be either dead or crippled, unless he was a ninth-level warrior of the same level as himself.

This is the confidence that class oppression brings him.

However, seeing the Troll Lord in front of him still alive and kicking after taking the attack, the racial advantage of the Trolls, who have thick flesh, thick blood, and the ability to withstand and forge, really opened his eyes.

After just this one confrontation, Frederick was able to figure out the strength of the troll king in front of him. Relying on his physical strength, he should be able to reach the threshold of the ninth level of human.

“No wonder you can become the Thirteenth Demon Lord of the Demon Realm. It seems that I can’t see you with the eighth level.”

Frederick muttered to himself, giving his opponent a little respect.

However, Mondot obviously did not want this respect, because he did not want to confront a ninth-level strongman at all.

Although he is domineering and bullies those weaker than him, he is also cowardly when facing those stronger than him!

After letting out a breath of trepidation, he grabbed a guard who was slightly stronger than him in realm, pointed at Frederick and ordered: "You! Go and kill that human!"

"Ah? Me!?"

The troll guards who were suddenly pulled over were stunned.

No, just now it was a group of our personal guards who followed you to hold on, and we narrowly avoided being killed by this ninth-rank human warrior with one blow. Now you want me to hold on alone?

At this moment, the troll guard had too much psychological trauma, especially when he saw the human in front of him with a strong fighting spirit and a sharp aura emanating from his body. Damn, the style of the painting was almost completely different!

"What? You are at a higher level than me, how can I defeat you if you don't?!"

"...But...you are the Demon Lord..."

"TanND, I'm the Demon Lord, that's why I can't hold up the defense! What will happen to Troll Ridge if I'm gone? Hurry up and hold up the defense for me! And all of you, hold up the defense for me!"

The guards had no way of expressing their grievances about Mondot's almost unreasonable request, and they were full of complaints.

We are all the same, why are you pretending to be noble? Everyone knows that your greatest contribution to the entire Troll Ridge was the moment you died, okay...

At this moment, the guards suddenly had an urge to kill the troll demon king in front of them with a knife to eliminate the harm to the people.

However, the good news is that Frederick has taken action and he does not intend to let Mondot go!

Without any unnecessary nonsense, when the Duke Longkui sensed that Mondot was going to retreat, he smashed the ground with his giant axe in his hand. Relying on the inertia brought by the giant axe, he flew into the air, did a somersault, and raised the axe to chop towards Mondot's head!

“Hum!!!!!”

With a low shout, the huge axe with great force fell from the sky again, pressing towards Mondot!

This frightened Mondot, who wanted to escape, and he had no choice but to start fighting. He couldn't run away.

The bad news is that although Frederick's target is the Troll Lord, he has no intention of letting go of Mondot's personal guards.

The old human warrior wielded the giant axe with great vigor. Every swing brought up a hurricane-like heat wave, impacting all the troll warriors present.

Every time it was swung, the giant axe brought with it the surrounding air waves, attacking the trolls that were besieging it. It was both offensive and defensive at the same time, making it impossible for the troll guards who wanted to attack to find even the slightest flaw.

He even had to be careful not to get hit by Frederick's wide and extremely fast slashes. If he didn't pay attention for a moment...

"Pfft!!!"

With a crisp tearing sound, a troll guard was unable to defend and dodge, and was hit by the old man's axe!

Without any hindrance or delay, the huge, heavy, strong and sturdy body of the troll was torn apart like a piece of paper, with large amounts of blood and internal organs fragments cut into it!

"Ahhhh!!!!"

The blow was so powerful that after being split in half, the upper body of the already hopeless troll guard was already flying up, with a look of fear and disbelief on his face, and screams coming out of his mouth.

Then, accompanied by a rain of blood, the half of the body fell to the ground with a plop, and there was no breath. Only then did his stiff lower body slowly fall to the ground.

An eighth-rank bodyguard was killed so simply and brutally by this human that the trolls fighting against him couldn't help but gasp!

Sharp, decisive, passionate, heavy, deadly... This is Grand Duke Ryugu, this is his fighting style!

For a moment, a somewhat funny scene appeared on the battlefield. An old man flexibly wielded an axe that was several times larger than his body, and beat a group of trolls that were several times larger and stronger than him.

This is the gap between the ninth level and the eighth level, an absolute crushing strength. No matter how physically advantageous they are, this class difference means that Mondot and his bodyguards are destined to face Frederick with difficulty, and ultimately lose!

With the end of the bombing by the Giant Eagle Bombing Regiment and the fate of Grand Duke Long Ku, Katarina, who was standing behind the Doron military camp, knew that it was time to let the army enter the scene for the harvest.

"The cavalry will march immediately! Encircle the troll army from both sides to prevent the enemy from dispersing! Move out the special attack group! Assist Grand Duke Ryugu in the battle! The Dragon Raiders will work together with the Marine Corps! Wipe out the remaining resistance forces of the troll army!..."

As Catalina issued orders one after another, the messenger standing beside her held up the command flag and sent instructions to the troops below.

As soon as the order was given, the Duolun army, which had been waiting for a long time, responded quickly, with the cavalry leading the way and maneuvering to both sides of the battlefield in a siege!

A group of cavalrymen sat astride their horses and drew out special weapons that looked like lances from their backs.

But when the cavalryman placed it on his other arm, magic patterns appeared on the surface of the lance, and beams of magic power shot out from the lance, shooting at the fleeing troll army.

This kind of lance is actually a special weapon that integrates the craftsmanship of a staff!

Of course, not all cavalrymen are equipped with this kind of weapon. Generally speaking, only cavalrymen at the level of squad leader are equipped with it.

Ordinary cavalry used hardwood bows for harassing shooting.

Amid the roar of galloping horses and the harassment of concentrated magic power and bows and arrows, the troll soldiers who wanted to flee to the outside saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly ran back. The troll army, which had been scattered due to the defeat, began to gather together again.

Next, the Infantry Corps and the Dragon Raiders worked together to advance and reap the harvest. Special arrows engraved with magic patterns shot into the gathered troll army, causing considerable casualties.

The shield-bearing heavy-armored soldiers walked in front, holding the same special weapons as the cavalry captain, and launched burst attacks on the troll army that wanted to resist.

The rest of the soldiers, with the heavy armored soldiers as the core, carried out flexible maneuvers to harass the approaching trolls. Some soldiers who knew magic would directly cast binding magic to control the enemy and assist the heavy armored soldiers in beheading and harvesting.

The archers in the rear also drew their bows and arrows, looking for suitable targets and launching long-range harassment attacks on the enemy in front.

The entire army seemed like a precision mowing machine made up of soldiers as parts. It advanced in an orderly and irresistible manner, slowly harvesting the troll army like a bunch of weeds.

In the sky, the Giant Eagle Bombing Group, which had completed its bombing mission and completely bombed and dispersed the entire troll army, did not stop and quickly turned around to return.

The troll soldiers could be thankful that they did not have to endure another heavy bombing that was like the coming of hell. However, although the giant eagle was gone, the Griffin Regiment was still there. Javelins fell from the hands of the Griffin Knights in the sky, assisting the ground troops in their attacks.

Some elite griffin knights flew to another higher-level battlefield and used their javelins to attack and disrupt the trolls who were fighting against Grand Duke Longgu.

In addition to the participation of the Griffin Knights, a group of highly maneuverable velociraptors driving specialized bipedal velociraptors, as fast as rabbits, crossed the troll army and rushed into the battlefield between Frederick and the Troll Lord.

This group of dragoons, armed with various weapons, would move to a suitable distance and then use their steel claws to hook the limbs or heads of the troll guards to interrupt their actions.

Or they could use javelins or spells to attack the weaknesses of these trolls. Some bold cavalrymen could even rely on the mobility of their velociraptors, pull out the blood thorns from their waists, and find an opportunity to stab them directly into the enemy's body. If they hit the artery, blood would gush out directly along the blood trough of the blood thorns!

Although most of these velociraptors are only level five or six, relying on the mobility brought by the velociraptors, they are like a group of troublesome little devils, constantly harassing the troll guards.

The most terrifying thing is that if you are really disturbed by this group of little ghosts and want to fight back, then congratulations, you have been targeted by the living king of hell. A moment of distraction is enough for Duke Longkui to decapitate you with his axe.

This kind of multi-faceted harassment and assistance from both the sky and the ground, the close coordination, and the clear-cut teamwork put Mondot and others at a greater disadvantage.

This made the Troll Lord, who already had no advantage against Frederick, even more precarious, adding insult to injury!

Watching his personal guards being beheaded one by one by the axe of this human killer god, Mondot, who had always shown no respect or care for the faraway demon king, could not help but begin to pray in great fear.

After all, it was the female devil who first reminded herself before humans attacked.

At this moment, Mondot didn't care whether what he said now could reach the ears of the gods. Whether it was out of fear or out of despair and seeking hope, he couldn't help but shout: "Master Demon!!! Save me!!!"

Chapter 183

Reshaping the Concept of War

As Duolun's main army launched the attack, the entire battlefield became a one-sided massacre.

The entire Duolun army relied on messengers to exchange battlefield information based on the signals from each other's military flags, and with the ability to act on orders as each soldier did, it was as if all the soldiers had become a whole, strangling and harvesting like a sophisticated puppet.

This one-sided situation not only terrified the troll army that was being wiped out, but also shocked many bystanders!

Although he was taken as a prisoner, Agent Chris still had some freedom in the Dolan military camp.

Chris thought that maybe Queen Catalina wanted to show off, so he was arranged to sit next to the Queen and watch the battle together.

At the beginning, looking at the elite soldiers of the Duolun army, Chris expected that the Duolun army would win the battle.

He guessed the result correctly, but was totally wrong about the process! He had speculated on many ways in which the Duolun army would win.

But the development of this battle from the very beginning completely deviated from all his conjectures! Rushing towards a path he had never imagined, dispersing the troll army, and by the way, destroying the war concept he had always established.

For Chris, his understanding of war is still at the stage where two armies are facing off against each other, and powerful soldiers break into the enemy camp and kill each other in the melee, gaining honor and military merit, thereby improving their status.

Killing the enemy on the battlefield is a loyalty to the country that requires sacrificing one's life and blood, and it is also a glorious struggle to achieve personal advancement.

We are expanding the territory for our country, while the enemy is defending their country. The two armies are fighting with their respective missions. It is a passionate and sacred battle, a glorious battle to realize the value of life!

However, when the first wave of arrows from the Duolun army was fired, he realized that the war he knew and the war as understood by the Duolun army were two completely different things.

There is no bloodshed on the battlefield, no blood and flesh clashes between two armies. What matters is how to efficiently kill the enemy with minimal losses. The value of life is meaningless here. People keep falling down in the artillery fire like grass...

Such a Doron army made Chris feel extremely suffocated. He believed that no army would be willing to fight against such an opponent because they were just a group of weapons that existed purely for killing!

In front of them, there is no such thing as sacrificing one's life for the country, no realization of self-worth, they are just like weeds being burned by artillery fire and harvested by soldiers!

What if... facing such a group of war machines, the Berman army...

An extremely deep vortex of horror rolled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Katarina beside him.

She was still holding the telescope, and with a cold face she commanded the entire army through the messenger beside her. Every word that came out of her mouth represented the loss of the troll army's manpower.

Her every word was wantonly playing with her opponent's life, just like she had interrogated herself before.

At this time, Chris finally discovered that the Doron army was so similar to the queen they belonged to, just like this queen liked to kill people and make her opponents realize that they were meaningless and worthless.

The troops under his command also used the same method to make the enemy die meaninglessly and worthlessly!

"..."

At this moment, in addition to being shocked, Chris couldn't help but feel a little impulse in his heart. The Berman Empire...cannot face such an opponent. The Berman army cannot face such an enemy!