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"If we continue to be led by the enemy, our losses will only get bigger and bigger!" Modsheka had just finished speaking when horns suddenly sounded from all directions.

The charge horn belonging to the trolls.

Those Gorom warriors lurking around finally came out!

Chapter 321: A Different Troll

The Gorom warriors who were originally thought to be the main attackers now became auxiliary attackers.

But even so, they still burst out with a strong desire to fight.

Watching their comrades being beaten in the city without being able to fight back for a whole day, and being driven around like dogs by the elves! These soldiers had already accumulated a lot of anger in their hearts. Now, this anger can finally be released.

As the shrill metal horn resounded through the sky.

More and more warriors jumped out of the trenches and attacked the elves.

At first, the elf soldiers still had enough strength to guard various strategic locations, and with these forces they could still effectively prevent surprise attacks. But now a large number of soldiers have been withdrawn to put out fires and defend against the feather tribe in the sky, which makes the defense of these places extremely weak.

A troll warrior rushed up the slope fearlessly, and was hit by several arrows in a blink of an eye. However, he did not stop. He leaped into the pile of elves and detonated a grenade.

boom!

The elves on the high slope fell down instantly

The troll warriors in the rear rushed up the slope in one go, stepping on the blood of their comrades, and fought with the elves there.

The elves were no longer facing naked soldiers wearing only furs. They were facing modern warriors who were well-trained and armed to the teeth. With a numerical disadvantage, the elves were quickly defeated.

Such things happened in many places. Under the heroic charge of the warriors, a large number of strategic locations were captured, and the elves had to abandon the places they were guarding and flee madly towards their garrisons.

The elves discovered that this time they had to face not only trolls but also orc warriors.

Unlike the trolls, most of the orc warriors have the habit of going out to sea as mercenaries. They are particularly martial and team-oriented. The orcs are also the first race to accept the popularization of weapons, and their fighting power is much stronger than that of the trolls.

The elf soldiers of the Southern Legion were already accustomed to fighting trolls, and faced with the sudden appearance of new enemies, they seemed somewhat at a loss. Soon, the elf soldiers retreated collectively, leaving behind a large number of corpses.

Inside the elves' base, Elrondil, under Modsheka's strong advice, finally made up his mind to abandon the ancient trees guarding the periphery, and then gathered the elven soldiers to launch an attack in the air.

Once again the elves' powerful low-light vision saved them.

Under the dual disadvantages of firelight and darkness, the elf archer could still barely make out the traces of the feather tribe flying, and then shot arrows upwards.

Although the arrows had a very low hit rate, with the help of numbers, they finally managed to force back the Feather Clan's aerospace army and protect the safety of the base camp.

Afterwards, Modsheka suggested that El'Arendil personally lead the archer troops to defend against the Feather Tribe, on the grounds that staying in the camp would stabilize morale, while he would lead the third and fourth wings to snipe the surrounding Gorom troops.

Ai'alendil readily handed over the command to Modsheka, as if throwing away a hot potato, and promised that he would firmly guard the garrison as long as he was in the position.

Modsheka did this just to make the legion commander stay quietly in the camp and not run out to do micro-management and cause trouble for himself.

When no one else was disturbing them, Modsheka ordered his soldiers to quickly shrink the battle line and surround the camp, abandoning those places on the periphery that were unlikely to be defended and allowing Gorom's warriors to occupy them.

He then ordered the elven soldiers to set up defenses around the camp and actively defend using the fortifications that had been laid out long ago.

Although it was very ugly for the elves to be beaten by the trolls, and it would definitely become a huge laughing stock if the news spread back to China, such tactics were undoubtedly very practical. With the protection of fortifications, it was difficult for the troll warriors to charge forward under the dense and accurate rain of arrows.

At this time, they finally discovered the disadvantages of the muskets in their hands.

Although the new muskets gave them the same range and accuracy as the elves, their firepower was too weak. For every shot they fired, the elves could fire several arrows.

It would be better if the firepower was stronger.

The same cries that the Aurora soldiers let out when they resisted the undead scourge are now happening to the troll warriors.

Unable to rush forward, the troll warriors could only throw grenades from a distance, constantly oppressing the elf soldiers, pinning them firmly behind the fortifications, and then looking for an opportunity to charge forward.

Before the siege began, Modsheka built a large number of fortifications around the elves' settlement. At first, El'Arendil thought Modsheka was a bit rigid and too cautious. Now these fortifications finally played a role. They greatly delayed the attack of the troll warriors and did not give them a chance to take them away. But even so, the pressure on the elves was still unprecedented.

At this moment, Modsheka was extremely grateful that Elrondil had urgently dispatched the Fourth Wing from the Southern Legion. If it weren't for the 3,000 elven warriors who joined later, it would be impossible for the more than 3,000 elven warriors from the First and Third Wings to withstand the wave after wave of attacks from the Gorom warriors.

The fierce battle lasted for more than four hours. In order to keep the trolls out of the camp, the elves paid a heavy price. Modsheka was no longer interested in counting casualties. He could only numbly organize the mobile forces and repel the trolls' attacks again and again.

At this time, the ancient tree finally withdrew from the firepower coverage of the city of Gorom. After the elven magicians learned that they had escaped, they leaned against the thick trunk of the ancient tree to rest without caring about their image. Some magicians were so tired that they fainted.

Using magic has its price! Especially when you are overdrawn

No matter who you owe a debt to, you cannot owe a debt to God! Their way of collecting debts is very simple and crude.

But now is obviously not the time for the divine magicians to rest.

They just had time to catch their breath when they received another order, requiring all divine magicians to immediately control the ancient trees to resist the attacks of the trolls. Otherwise, the elves' settlement would be in danger.

Helplessly, they had to hold on to their bodies, start to urge the ancient tree, and slowly move towards the direction of Gorom's troops.

With this batch of reinforcements, Modsheka's pressure was instantly reduced. So he quickly assembled his troops and prepared to launch a beautiful counterattack, trying to annihilate more of the enemy's living forces. He knew very well that the trolls had only introduced muskets for two or three years, and in such a short period of time, the scale of their firearms troops must not be large!

As long as they annihilate the firearms troops in front of them, they will be able to face familiar old faces in subsequent battles, those troll soldiers who can only fight with spears, throwing axes and stones.

Just when Modsheka had assembled his troops, he was surprised to find that the enemy's troops had retreated across the board!

You are about to conquer us! Are you really not going to hold on a little longer? Are you just willing to retreat like this?

But the speed at which the trolls retreated was beyond his imagination. The gunshots and explosions that had been heard one after another disappeared in an instant. The troll soldiers rushed into the darkness with their weapons in hand without looking back.

Is this still the troll army he knows?

Before this, the troll warriors were famous for their hot-bloodedness. Once they got angry, they would rush forward without thinking, sometimes even ignoring the commander's orders. Such soldiers could fully demonstrate their bravery in battle, but they would also bring unnecessary sacrifices, especially in places where it was impossible to win, and lose their manpower in vain.

But this time, the retreat was unhesitating and slow. Occasionally, a few troll warriors wanted to charge, but the warriors around them would hold them back and drag them away.

The transformation of the troll warriors was obviously related to the training in Orila City. This made Modsheka clench his fists in anger.

But Modsheka didn't dare to leave the fortifications and pursue. In the end, he could only vainly order the ancient war tree to throw several earth elements into the darkness to vent his anger.

Although I am unwilling to do so.

But at least the base was defended.

At this moment, he finally understood how Florenceni's troops were annihilated.

With such an offensive, any flag group coming over would be wiped out silently.

They really underestimated Grom.

But the key is, is it too late to wake up now?

Looking at the messy station, Modsheka's eyes were filled with worry.

Chapter 322: Hope of Returning Home

In the early morning, the warm light once again illuminated a large area, and also illuminated the devastated battlefield.

Inside the elves' base, the soldiers silently collected the bodies of their comrades and repaired the fortifications.

Although they repelled the trolls' attack and thwarted Grom's plan to wipe them out in one fell swoop,

But there was no sign of joy of victory on their numb faces.

The battle last night was so brutal that even if it was considered their victory, it was a pyrrhic victory.

Before the war began, the elves had the mentality of crushing the enemy with overwhelming force and easily conquering Gorom. They believed that the war was that once the heavenly soldiers of the god Shiloh arrived, the troll soldiers who were caught off guard immediately turned into birds and beasts and scattered, leaving only corpses on the ground.

No one expected the battle to be so fierce and so tragic.

Modsheka took a nap in the collapsed tent with his clothes on, but was soon called to a meeting by Elendil.

Before he entered the main tent, he heard El'Arendil sigh deeply.

Modsheka looked at the legion commander in front of him.

As a high-level divine magician, Elendil would not show any signs of fatigue even if she did not sleep for several days, but at this moment she looked haggard, and she no longer had the ambition she had before the war to restore the reputation of divine magic and to avenge her past.

"The damage statistics are out. Everyone, please take a look first and then think of countermeasures." Elendil threw a stack of documents over and added at the end: "Don't let anyone know."

After taking a quick look at the battle damage statistics, Modsheka's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

Before this, the total number of troops stationed here was close to 7,000, and after the battle last night, the casualties reached over 2,000. These were all elite troops! They had a large number of sharpshooters and divine magicians. They were not comparable to ordinary elf warriors.

However, it is precisely because they are elite troops that they possess extremely strong strength and fighting spirit. Otherwise, given yesterday's situation, if it were an ordinary elf army, they would have collapsed long ago.

Compared with the loss of the elven warriors, the damage to the ancient trees was even more shocking.

Eleven of the thirty-six ancient war trees were lost, and twenty-nine of the seventy-four ancient guard trees were lost.

With such heavy losses, Modsheka couldn't imagine how to continue the siege.

In this situation, even the legion commander should have given up and prepared to retreat, as it was completely impossible to capture Gorom.

Modsheka glanced at the exhausted Elendil.

Although after the retreat, El Arundil will inevitably be ridiculed by the public, those faction generals who have always been at odds with the Southern faction will probably spare no effort to attack El Arundil and the New Leaf King.

But no matter what, it is better than sacrificing all of them in the Troll Empire.

Even Elendil should understand such a simple truth!!

Looking at Aarendil's pensive expression, Modsheka felt somewhat relieved.

After all, King Xinye is old, and these old generals of the Southern Legion still hope that someone can step forward to take over the banner and lead them forward.

Elendil was a suitable candidate, but it was a pity that he had too much success when he was young, which made him arrogant and conceited. It was good to fail a few times, because which excellent general had not lost a few battles? Only failure can make oneself stronger, let oneself see the shortcomings, and then grow quickly.

El'Arendil should be reflecting on his actions now and preparing to withdraw his troops.

But just as Modsheka was trying to guess what El'Arundil was thinking, El'Arundil raised his head and said, "How is the rest of the siege troops today?"

"Siege troops? Siege troops!!" Modsheka's eyes widened immediately: "Captain, you don't want to continue the attack!"

"Of course!" Elrondil's eyes were full of bloodshot, but they contained a deep desire to fight.

What a joke

Modsheka almost couldn't help but spit out curse words. He took a deep breath and then said, "Commander! Our ancient trees have suffered too much damage, and the magicians who control the ancient trees are already exhausted. Several magicians have suffered backlash due to excessive use of magic and are now unconscious! In this case, do we still want to continue the siege?"

"Of course!" El'Arundil said, "I know our warriors are exhausted, but so are the people of Grom. Look at their walls and the bodies they left behind yesterday! They are just like us, and must have reached the end of their strength. Now is the end of the war. Everyone is exhausted, and it depends on who can hold on."

This... this...

Modsheka didn't know how to refute for a moment.

"Besides, I have already communicated with my grandfather." El'Arundil said, "He will help us at the diplomatic level. You also know that the Queen once warned the entire main plane that whoever dares to support the Troll Empire will be the enemy of the entire Northern Alliance. The elves will fight to the death with the other party even if it means risking their lives.

As long as we can hold out until the troops of Aurora City withdraw, victory will be ours."

These words seemed to make a lot of sense, but the generals around him obviously had no intention of fighting anymore. They all lowered their heads, did not make any statement, and did not even look Elendil in the eye.

"Speak!" Seeing the generals like this, Elendil was so angry that she turned to Modsheka.

"Don't you believe me, too?" Elendil said.

Modsheka shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Of course I believe in you, Lord Legion Commander, but it's useless for me to believe... You have to convince the elf warriors outside! Because it's not you or me who really use courage and life to defeat the firearms, but them. They are using their blood to exchange for the glory of the Southern Legion. If they don't believe it, even I can't do anything."

"They... I believe the brave soldiers of the Southern Army will not be defeated by such a small setback."

Modsheka did not comment, but pulled open the curtain blocking the door.

Outside the gate, teams of elf warriors were wandering around like zombies, with their heads down, symbolically on guard and patrol. The elves without any missions slept in their clothes around the ruins and the unburned bonfire. If you didn't know better, you would think the ground was full of body bags.

Looking around, there was a sense of desolation. There was no hope or fighting spirit in the eyes of the elf soldiers, only numbness.

Elendil just froze where he was.

"Master Legion Commander! As the leader of the Wing Group, I am willing to follow you until the end of my life. But for these warriors! You must give them hope."

"What kind of hope should I give them?" said Elendil.

"A hope to go home." Modsheka said, "You must promise them that if King Xinye cannot get Orila City to withdraw from the war, and if the Southern Legion cannot send reinforcements, you must withdraw immediately without any hesitation!"

Elendil took a deep breath, and then slowly said: "Okay! I promise you."

Chapter 323 Review

Gorom City.

Unlike the desolate elven settlement, the warriors in the city of Grom were in high spirits, especially the troll warriors. They sang and danced, celebrating last night's victory and commemorating the sacrifices of the dead.

After so many years, they finally defeated the elves head-on without the help of Jinzaka, and beat them so badly! I believe that it won't be long before this news spreads throughout the Troll Empire, and people all over the country will regard them as heroes.

In the Troll Empire where supplies are scarce, military merit and glory have become what they value most.

With last night's victory, the morale of the city of Gorom is now high. The trolls seem to have endless energy. Even when it is time to rest, they are willing to stand up and help repair the city walls, maintain weapons, and look forward to the next battle.