Stratholme God

   Chapter 18 Dong's Midwinter

   Mograine breathed a sigh of relief at the military letting go of Mai.

   was stationed in the pre-arranged camp, and McDonald's even patrolled and let Rivendell discuss with Mograine, and even the training was completely handed over to the people below, which made the whole camp look in order.

  The only thing that made the two bosses feel uncomfortable is the extravagance of McDonald's. Every day, there are griffins who specially deliver food.

  It must be admitted that this is a delicacy that ordinary nobles cannot enjoy. Considering that a griffin costs almost 10 gold coins for a trip, Mograine is still stunned.

   Confused that he sent these delicious foods to elves of unknown origin.

   On the third day, however, Mograine was startled when three trolls, bound by the tendons of some kind of beast, like a zongzi, were thrown into the main entrance of the camp without knowing it.

  Trolls are a very ferocious intelligent race. They usually like to have a hunchback. They look a little taller than humans, about 2.1 meters.

  The absolute strength of an adult troll is about 1.5 times that of an adult male human, with similar agility and a very ferocious personality. In addition, they have the characteristics of high-speed healing of wounds, making them very difficult to deal with.

   After all, as long as the opponent's head is not injured, all wounds can heal quickly until their physical strength is exhausted.

   Even a well-trained soldier might be destroyed by a ten-man team.

   For a real knight, it is not difficult to kill a troll. To catch a troll without damage like this is a very test of strength.

  Trolls are very smart, and they will choose to run away when they see the number of human beings. In the mountains and woodlands they are good at, no one can catch up with them.

  I didn't expect that the invisible allies would have this ability?

  Abydis was surprised: "Is the ranger general of the high elves coming? Impossible! Those long ears have always disliked humans. High elves with official status entered without authorization, which is tantamount to declaring war."

   McDonald rubbed his eyebrows: "It's not the Ranger General, but he's better than the Ranger General. Fortunately, we're here to fight the trolls, otherwise people wouldn't come."

   asked who it was, but he refused to say.

  The barracks was lively.

  Many soldiers trembled with fright when they saw the violent troll for the first time.

   "Ow! Woah—" The troll was wearing heavy steel shackles on his neck, wrists, and ankles, tied to iron chains as thick as a baby's arm, and was tightly pulled by six strong men from all directions.

   "Squeak!" The fighter pulled the chain with all his strength, and the chain made an overwhelmed squeak.

  Rivendell, holding a great sword, loudly taught the rioting spearmen and swordsmen.

   At this time, they were holding wooden weapons with blunt tips, wrapped in a white cloth, covered with red mud powder.

  The swordsman holds a wooden sword without a blade.

   "You all listen, this is the enemy you want to kill - the troll!" Rivendell was domineering: "Ordinary attacks are useless."

   After he said that, he stabbed the troll on the shoulder with his sword, and the troll suddenly howled miserably, his eyes were red, and he swung his claws vigorously. Unfortunately, this was a typical incompetent fury. Trolls pulled by Hercules can't hurt anyone.

  Under the eyes of the public, the soldiers were surprised to see the legendary self-healing. The finger-long wound healed in three times, leaving only a shallow scar.

"Thanks to our omnipotent duke, you have a precious opportunity to fight before you go to the **** battlefield. What you have to do now is - a group of six of the spearmen and a group of three of the swordsmen, in five minutes As long as one person can hit the head of the troll, it is considered qualified."

Having said this, he changed his words: "Failed guy, dinner is gone today! I tell you, it's best not to take this battle as an exercise in your heart, if this is the real enemy, failure is death! Dead people don't need to eat Dinner!"

  The arena is set up.

   The swordsmen of the three Scarlet Crusades came out first, and when they surrounded them, the wise men suddenly loosened their chains.

   Only then did everyone discover that the troll's shackles were actually made of magnets, and the long chains were suddenly sucked into the shackles, becoming a very heavy burden.

   A total of more than 200 pounds of iron lumps were heavy, pressing on the limbs, making the troll's movements more than a beat slower.

  Although one swordsman accidentally smashed his wooden sword with the troll's suddenly accelerated arm when he stabbed, another swordsman succeeded in sneak attack.

   "Very good! Next set!"

   Several consecutive groups of swordsmen have achieved good results. After all, most of the swordsmen were born as knights and squires, and received strict swordsmanship training since childhood.

   When it was the turn of the spearmen, it was a bit appalling.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The troll just roared and scared one of the spearmen to pee.

   The three spearmen rushed to stab the troll's head fiercely. Who would have thought that the troll had been beaten so many times that he would actually learn to be a good boy. As soon as his head swerved, he smashed the three long spears into scum.

   "Roar!" In the exclamations of thousands of people, it actually caught a spearman who couldn't dodge in time. Perhaps it felt that the claws were too heavy, and it took a bite.

   "Ah—" A fist-sized chunk of flesh was bitten off from his arm, and the spearmen let out a shrill scream.

   Seeing that the spearmen were about to die on the spot, a golden figure rushed up, "Boom bang bang", a fist the size of a casserole smashed the troll on the spot.

   On the other side, the holy light fell at the right time, and the tragic wound also began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Looking at the four writing priests, who read as macho, the soldiers suddenly felt extremely at ease.

   "Lord Uther—"

   "Ooooo! Long live the Holy Light!" The soldiers cheered.

  With the support of Holy Light, I really don’t know who is the troll.

  The first two days are adaptive training.

   In the next few days, as the mysterious allies caught more and more trolls, the soldiers began to fight with each other.

  From the initial panic to the death, it was because these lucky soldiers enjoyed the enemy's beating in advance.

  The ghost knows how many recruits who have never seen blood, encounter a troll for the first time, how much can they survive?

   Finally, on the tenth day, everything was ready, and the mountain pass of Zumashal finally ushered in the army of humans.

In the original history, Talekin, the troll leader who would become the tribe's [Overseer], was shouting at the altar, using the troll's lost glory to inspire the trolls under him, when suddenly he heard a very strange drumming sound. From the bottom of the mountain.

   "Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong cut, dong dong cut" is a cycle every three times first.

   Then I heard the sound of the drum side: "Get it!"

   Then the gongs and drums sounded in unison: "Dong, support, support, support, support, support, support, cut!"

   (end of this chapter)