Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 61 Eastern Reinforcements

Thunder bursts resounded in the cloudy sky. After the gate of the northern village was slowly opened, a group of swift and sharp dragoons came out of it. Along with them was a winged warrior. Hand dragoon squadron.

The velociraptors' hind limbs wrapped in copper armor stepped heavily on the ground, raising waves of smoke and dust, which could be clearly seen from a long distance away.

"Everyone pay attention to vigilance, be careful of the sneak attack of those white ghosts!"

Manco drove his own velociraptor while chasing Zul's mount, while urging the velociraptor cavalry behind him.

In this operation, the Zandalari tribe dispatched a total of 40 raptor dragon cavalry and [-] pterodactyl dragon cavalry, in addition to a [-]-man heavy infantry squadron.

A total of 85 people.

This number of reinforcements is the limit that can be squeezed out of the northern villages.

In the sky, after Roca gestured to Zul to scout first, he led the pterodactyl riders to disperse towards the southern sky.

They are going to confirm the current situation of the village of the Sharp Horn Tribe, and also to scout the number of blood trolls besieging there, so as to make the best choice for follow-up support.

The air and ground troops gradually moved away from the village in the north, but the expected attack did not happen, and even the sky did not receive news of the wind snake attack.

"It's strange, the white ghosts haven't moved at all after walking so far."

Manco was a little worried. He always felt that the road was too quiet, and those blood trolls didn't know what the hell they were doing.

A big fire last night burned down more than half of the blood troll camps that invaded the South. Many blood hunters among them died in the fire. The number of people is still higher than that of the northern village defenders.

"Maybe it's because their battle mother was also injured so badly that she was unable to launch a retaliatory counterattack."

Zul expressed his opinion. In his opinion, it is a good thing that the road is peaceful and quiet. Those white ghosts had better not come out to look for him at this time, otherwise he would not mind letting those guys be his. punching bag.

Manco fell silent after hearing Zuer's words. He recalled the miraculous scene he saw standing on the high wall of rammed earth last night, when the high tide of blood rushed towards them. All the trolls on the high wall were desperate because they weren't sure they could survive the onslaught.

But they survived, because the blood flow suddenly collapsed.

It was Dasa who wounded Chichen Itza that caused the bloodbath to collapse.

The chief is indeed impulsive, but the choices and decisions he makes under every impulse are often the choices that pay the least cost.

At least Manco himself knew that there was no way he could save so many clansmen through dangerous choices again and again.

After crossing the land scorched by the fire, Zuul raised his hand to catch a small bat flying from a distance, and at the same time he raised his hand to signal the team to stop advancing.

"High Priest? What's wrong?"

Manco rode the Velociraptor to the Deinonychus under Zur's crotch and asked.

"There is an ambush ahead, let all the hunters prepare for battle. Since it is a plain area, then form an formation and advance as the chief trained."

Zul gave the order indifferently. This little bat is his helper to warn the surrounding environment. After the establishment of the sacrificial group, Zul has already started to learn the power of several loa gods. This little bat is It is the most basic power operation he learned from Sirik.

As soon as Manco heard that there was an enemy ahead, he didn't dare to be careless and immediately ordered the troops to change from the marching state to the battle formation state.

The 40-man heavy infantry formed a three-row phalanx of 13 men, and the two wings were guarded by fifteen raptor cavalry.

Manco was in charge of the Raptor Dragoons' flanks, and Zul was in the centre.

Once the phalanx was formed, they moved towards the dense grassland in front of them step by step.

The two pterodactyl riders in the sky also noticed the group of blood trolls hiding in the grass. Without saying a word, the two riders immediately raised their bows and arrows, aimed and shot.

This kind of blow from the sky immediately blasted out this group of blood trolls who were trying to ambush Zul and the others.

"For the Blood God!"

"We've been spotted! Attack! Attack!"

When the group of blood trolls looked up and noticed the two pterodactyls hovering above their heads, they knew they had been spotted, and simply attacked the advancing army.

"Raise the gun! Put up the shield!"

Looking at the astonishing number of blood hunters who suddenly jumped out of the grass in the distance, Zuer commanded the Chinese army phalanx calmly.

Shields reinforced with bronze plates are enough to protect these heavy infantry from the spears thrown by the blood hunters, and those ultra-long spears with a length of six meters also ensure their safety.

Those fanatical blood hunters didn't think of choosing to take a detour, but would just head straight to the front.

At this moment, the gun forest composed of more than 40 ultra-long guns turned into a killing machine, poking all the guys who dared to approach into a hornet's nest.

A small group of blood hunters who had circled to the flanks encountered the kind care of the raptor dragoons who had already been there. Whether it was a lance or a sharp bronze sword, these pale guys had experienced it all.

When the last lunatic fell under the gun forest, those blood hunters who were not so crazy realized that the opponent in front of them was not easy to mess with, and ran away one after another.

This time is also the time when the velociraptor dragoons are chasing after them. The two pterodactyl riders hovering in the sky before flew away after the enemy's decline. After all, their main task is to scout, not to follow those The White Walkers fought head-on.

"It was a good fight."

Manco finished chasing the blood troll rout and returned to Zul, looking at him excitedly.

"Gather the troops, we will speed up the march next, and it seems that the situation of the entire Horn Tribe is indeed not optimistic."

Zul glanced at the tribal hunters who were harvesting his trophies, then turned his head and ordered Manco to immediately gather troops and prepare to go.

The ambush troops of the blood trolls dared to choose to block here, which only shows that the Horn tribe is about to be overwhelmed, and it also shows that the mistress of war that Dasa attacked last night is not the leader of this southern invasion. command.

As soon as this inference came out, Zuer's heart sank.

Not good news.

The strength of the blood trolls far exceeded his expectations, even though he had overestimated them as much as possible when estimating them, now it seems that he still underestimated the blood trolls.

This rescue is destined to be a fierce battle.

After this well-prepared battle, the morale of the Zandalari tribe hunters who were a little flustered was boosted; and this was one of the few good news for Zul.

The village of the Sharp Horn Tribe was completely besieged by the army of blood trolls. Yaval stood on the wooden wall of the village to cheer for the hunters in his village.

Three days ago, their tribe was attacked by the blood troll army that invaded the south.

Yaval just drove away the envoys from the Zandalari tribe not long ago. He thought that the offensive and defensive alliance between them and the Zandalar tribe had been broken after that time, so after being attacked, he immediately contacted It was the Thunder Tribe to the west of them.

But the feedback given by the Thunder Tribe was that they were unable to support them. They were also attacked by the blood trolls who invaded the south, and they really couldn't spare any troops to support them.

This news made Yaval's mood sink to the bottom of the water.

As a chief, he has his own pride. He didn't want to ask for help from the Zandalari tribe, but the attack of the blood trolls was too fierce, and the number was unprecedented.

It didn't take long for their line of defense to retreat all the way to the village.

They lost their wild pastures, and soon there was a shortage of food. At this time, he finally recognized this reality.

"Go to the Zandalari tribe for help. During this period, I will try my best to protect your village."

Tokali gave Yaval a revelation at this time, which can be regarded as giving him a step.

The idea is there, but it is not easy to release the hunter for help at this time.

Direhorn heavy cavalry.

This elite Horde force became the pioneers, and they opened the way for the messenger, but they themselves also suffered heavy losses in this operation.

After this battle, the Jianjiao tribe completely lost the power to counterattack, and could only choose to hide in the village, waiting for unpredictable reinforcements.

Yaval held two short-handled bone sticks and knocked down any blood hunter who dared to climb up the wooden wall. While beating him, he was still encouraging his clansmen, even though he had not rested for a day and a night.

"Hold on! Our reinforcements are on the way, we will win this battle! Torkali protects the Horn Horde!"

While speaking, Yaval knocked two blood hunters off the wooden wall. He looked at the distant plain, expecting to see the golden Zandalari army.

However, in front of his eyes was only a large expanse of pale blood hunters.

It was the settlement led by the two blood mistresses who attacked the Sharp Horn tribe. They had just learned that Chichen Itza, the battle mother of their large settlement, was attacked by a chief of a small tribe and almost died.

The attack of the two sharp-horned tribes became more fierce, because they hoped that the trolls in this tribe could use the method of offering sacrifices to the blood god to heal the injured Chichen Itza.

It was with this thought that they urged the blood hunters under their command to attack this village even more frantically.

The villages of the Sharp Horn tribe were not small. Besides their own staff, there were also many small and medium tribes that were subordinate to them, and they would hide in their villages when the blood trolls invaded south.

So the number of trolls staying in the village at this time is not less than one thousand.

"Hurry up! You bastards! Even if you smash a broken wooden wall, you can smash it!"

As middle-level commanders, the blood priests roared angrily after watching the attack in front of them was beaten back by the Horn Horde again. After killing a few rout soldiers and pulling out their magic crystals, they re-stabilized the current situation. Some drop in morale.

"Don't count on those waste hunters. At this time, it is time to show the power of the blood god to those heretics, and let them experience the punishment of the blood god."

Blood Mistress Amoy has come to the front line, and she is going to do it herself.

A scarlet blood magic ball appeared in her hand, and with the help of the surrounding blood totems, the ball became bigger and bigger until Amoy felt that he had reached his limit.

She threw it towards the front gate of the village.

The huge magic ball doesn't seem to be flying fast, but Yaval knows how powerful such a thing is, he has seen it before.

"Everyone evacuate from the gate of the village! Quick! The cavalry is ready to meet the enemy!"

Yaval watched the magic ball flying closer and closer and jumped off the wooden wall. He ran towards his own Direhorn. As the chief of the tribe, he was ready to take the lead in the charge at this moment of breaking the goal.

Just like when Corthalia attacked the village of the Zandalari tribe, the blood cells corrupted everything.

The solid wooden door was corroded into piles of useless rotten wood, which crashed to the ground.

As the gate of the village collapsed, the blood hunters who had been waiting outside the gate rushed in screaming with scarlet rays all over their bodies.

"Charge! Lord Tokali is with us!"

Yaval and his Direhorn partner headed for the open gate of the village, and behind him were a small number of Direhorn heavy cavalry.

Different from the gates of the villages of the Zandalari tribe, in order to pass through the huge Direhorn, the gates of the Zandalari tribe's villages are very large.In this way, once the gate of the village collapses, there will be a lot of blood hunters rushing in.

"Die! White ghost!"

Yaval roared and swung the bone stick in his hand to hit the blood trolls rushing from top to bottom. His Direhorn companion was also charging and using his sharp horns and thick limbs to bump and trample the intruders.

The same is true for the other Direhorn heavy cavalry who followed Yaval. The cavalry cannot stop on the battlefield, especially in the infantry pile, because stopping means death.

The weapons of the blood hunters can't break through the skin of the Direhorn with Torcali's protection, and often need multiple stabs to injure a little bit, but this does not mean that this Direhorn heavy cavalry is invincible.

The Blood Priests further enhanced the blessings of these Blood Hunters through the Blood Totem Pole, and Hakkar's blood god power allowed them to break through Torkali's blessing.

The first Direhorn fell.

The battle became more intense and the situation became more and more unfavorable, Yaval began to despair.

It seemed that they could not wait for reinforcements.

With more and more blood hunters pouring into the broken gate, all the trolls of the Horn Horde have taken up arms and joined the battle.

It's a fight to survive, or die.

No living thing wants to die.

At this moment, the balance of victory seems to have completely turned towards the blood trolls, but there are always additional variables coming.

"Hunters! Rescue our people! Zandalari live forever!"

The resounding voice of Zul resounded in this desperate battlefield, and the Zandalari reinforcements from the northeast finally arrived at the battlefield at this moment.

Yaval looked at the golden army shining brightly under the sun, and the despair in his heart dissipated at this moment.

"Clan people! Reinforcements have arrived! It's time to counterattack!"

　PS: It's Wednesday, I will read each of your comments and messages, I am really touched.I know you want to read more, but I'm really sorry, my personal strength is up to here, and updating [-] words a day is really my limit.Thank you for your support, and I hope you can understand my difficulties.

　　
　
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