Uther's war hammer smashed the head of a troll in front of him, and the knight effortlessly cleared a large space around him.
The power of the Holy Light has strengthened Uther's body. Although it cannot make him collapse and destroy the world, although ordinary swords can still hurt him, extraordinary is extraordinary, and ordinary trolls are not Uthers at all. The combined enemy of Seer.
Under the back and forth charge of the Lordaeron cavalry and the precise arrows of the elves, this troll vanguard finally showed signs of defeat.
An old hunter of the trolls noticed their disadvantage, brandished two battle axes, and after repelling the attack of a paladin, rushed towards Uther, who was obviously the backbone of the human army.
The Lightbringer looked at the menacing Troll Hunter, calmly grasped the war hammer, and was ready to fight. The majestic holy light condensed on the head of the war hammer, ready to swing a heavy blow at any time.
Unfortunately, before the troll could take a full step forward, a warhammer made of holy light flashed across the battlefield like lightning. Before he could dodge, the warhammer hit him hard in the face.
The tall headless body slowly fell down, and the headless neck was scorched black, as if it had been roasted by high temperatures. Not only that, the Holy Light Warhammer still had power left after killing the troll hunter, causing a violent explosion among the trolls.
Uther raised the corner of his mouth, turned his arm, and used the heavy hammer to put a troll that was coming from behind to the ground, crushing his head with all his strength.
Alsace, who rushed to the battlefield, took the lead and led twenty Privy Knights to charge into the troll formation with overwhelming force.
[The Power of Menethil] was wrapped in blazing holy light. Every time Arthas waved his arms, two or three trolls fell to the ground wailing.
Their proud self-healing ability was of no use in front of Alsace and his Privy Knights, because their deadly precision meant killing with one hit.
As more and more trolls fell, the trolls who were the vanguard were finally defeated. They quickly retreated into the dense forest, leaving behind hundreds of corpses and fleeing in confusion.
The bright holy light on Alsace slowly dissipated, and he rode his horse back to Uther, "Sorry, teacher, I'm a little late."
"You came just in time, Arthas," Uther said, leaning on his war hammer, not showing any signs of fatigue. Compared to the intensity of the orc war, the pressure these trolls could bring to him was too little.
"Let the soldiers clean up the battlefield. We have to go to the headquarters. The situation is a bit complicated." Arthas sent soldiers and elves to clean up the battlefield together, and asked paladins and priests to be on standby in case there were witches on the troll's body. The poison curse exists.
After arriving at the camp, Uther also noticed the curse on Sylvanas. He frowned and understood that this thing seemed difficult to deal with. "What's wrong with Ms. Windrunner?"
"Maybe it's the curse of the high-ranking troll priest, but I have a way to dispel it, it just takes time." Arthas explained briefly.
At this time, all the generals of humans and elves gathered in the camp to discuss the next plan.
"Thanks for Lordaeron's assistance. I won't say any more nonsense. Based on the intelligence and speculations obtained by my scouts, the number of trolls exceeded our original expectations," said Silva after Lilian's initial treatment. Nasi's complexion improved a lot, and she clarified the current situation vigorously and resolutely.
"How many are there now?" Uther asked.
"At present, it is very likely that it will exceed 20,000."
Sylvanas' tone seemed a little low, because the difference in numbers between the two sides was so huge.
"So based on the defense level of the outpost alone, we cannot withstand the troll's attack. We must retreat within the Bandinorel barrier and rely on the barrier and fortress to block the troll's attack."
"Now we have repelled another wave of their attacks without much loss. But we must evacuate before their next attack."
Sylvanas drew a mark on the map, indicating the destination of their retreat.
"I have a question, madam." Uther raised his own question, "We still haven't figured out why the trolls mobilize so many people. If they just attack Quel'Thalas, they can give up on us. Use the heavily-armed fortress to attack other places."
"This is also what I am worried about." Sylvanas also had the same concern, but it is also true that the Farstriders are short of manpower. "Fortunately, there are teleportation circles in other fortresses. If the trolls attack other fortresses, we can use the most powerful Fast support.”
Arthas stared at the map on the table, his brows furrowed, and he said with some uncertainty, "No...no, the troll's attack is not without purpose."
"oh?"
After hearing Alsace's speech, everyone present turned their attention and wanted to hear the prince's thoughts.
"You just mentioned that the Farstriders are short of manpower. As your old enemies, the trolls must be very aware of this." Arthas analyzed, "If I were the commander of the trolls, I would definitely take advantage of your deployment of troops. When the time comes, pretend to attack here, and then send a large force to attack other places, after all, their number is at least ten times ours."
After listening to this, Sylvanas nodded in agreement, "Indeed, no matter who is leading these trolls, he cannot be a fool. There are obviously places that are easier to break through, and he should not come here to fight with us."
"And now the Far Travelers have been dragged to this outpost for several days. If the trolls haven't attacked other fortresses yet, it means that they are probably not feinting here, but the main force..." Alsace's gaze After drifting to Sylvanas, and adding the curse on Sylvanas, he felt that he was very close to the answer.
"Ms. Windrunner, I think I know what the troll's goal is."
"What is it?"
"Their goal is nothing else. They just want to lure you and your troops out of Bandinorel."
Arthas' answer stunned everyone. They instinctively wanted to refute, but Sylvanas spoke first.
"This sounds a bit ridiculous? The purpose of their war is to cause greater casualties?"
"This may sound ridiculous, but it is consistent with the strange behavior of the trolls," Arthas explained. "Otherwise, they can choose to attack other places. If they just want to burn, kill, loot or If we want to retaliate, there is no need to confront the main force of the Far Travelers here."
"So they gathered here, even using several tribe witch doctors as bait. Either they want to catch or kill you, or they want to completely annihilate the Farstrider troops."
"In addition, these trolls are most likely commanded by their high-ranking priests. I guess they are most likely seeking sacrifices for the resurrection of the Loa god."
"As the leader of the Farstriders, Ms. Windrunner is also a powerful ranger. This is in line with the troll's usual idea of sacrifice."
The generals of the ranger troops lowered their heads thoughtfully. The behavior of the trolls was indeed different from before. They usually always choose the weakest defense place to attack, but this time they waited until they mobilized all their troops and chose the weakest place to attack. Start where it's difficult to deal with.
If they had previously thought that the trolls were confident in their numerical superiority, after Alsace's words, they could not help but analyze this possibility.
"But how are you sure?" Sylvanas asked after being silent for a while.
Arthas replied without thinking, "Of course I'm not sure now, but we can test the trolls. If they take the bait, it means there is no problem with my speculation."
Sylvanas squinted her eyes, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and a playful expression appeared on her delicate white face, "How do you want to test it?"
"They set a trap with bait, of course we can too." Arthas' smile became meaningful, "After all, trolls prefer living sacrifices to corpses."
