He picked up half of the humanoid body from his side, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it loudly. He said vaguely: "You saw the marked road outside with your own eyes. That group of humans followed this road." Anyone who comes from the road can guess that they will continue to go down this road. Who knows why they suddenly turned around and went to the Snowflake Mountains to build a city?"
"So what do we do now?" Corey asked.
"What else can we do? If they don't come by themselves, we will go find them." Cody licked his sharp claws and said confidently, "We now have thousands of trolls and countless vassals, and we don't need us at all. If we take action, just those vassals are enough to break through their so-called car formation. As long as our troll army rushes in, those humans will be two-legged lambs, let us slaughter them, and their wealth will become our wealth. , their food will become our food, and even they themselves will become our food, and we will become the kings of the Giant Plains."
"Kill them all, eat them all." The other noble trolls were all excited by Cody's encouragement and shouted wildly.
"King Kodikoli has given an order to attack with all our troops to kill and eat all those humans."
"What are you waiting for? Pick up your weapons. The time for our revenge has come. We will make those humans pay for their stupidity and let them know who is the real master of the Giant Plains."
"If you don't want to become food, just push forward!"
"Kill them all, eat them all."
The entire wailing dwarves were in commotion from top to bottom. Driven by the troll rulers, they surged out in a mighty force and charged towards the direction of the migrating army.
There was neither a decent military formation nor so-called logistical supplies. They just swarmed out and spread out like a flood. Wherever they passed, it was no different from a locust plague passing through. Everything that could be eaten was eaten by them. Stuff it into your stomach.
The situation inside the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom is worse than expected.
In Faerûn, except for one world-famous rebirth, the rest of the racial labels of trolls are all negative, such as lazy, stupid, greedy, cruel and ruthless, etc.
Many lazy fables are about trolls.
There is a relationship between layers of oppression and exploitation within them.
The top trolls do nothing, assign all the work to the lower level trolls, and enjoy the benefits themselves.
Trolls at the lower level, in order to avoid labor, will search for trolls with a lower level than themselves for their own control. If they can't find other trolls, it is normal to enslave other humanoid races.
This kind of slavery usually does not last too long, because even working day and night can hardly satisfy the endless greedy appetites of the trolls. Sometimes those greedy, stupid, and short-sighted trolls will directly target them. Those slaves.
The most classic story about trolls being lazy is that they don't want to work, so they cut off their own limbs and serve them as dinner for their companions, or as their own dinner.
There are even legends that trolls can live forever by eating themselves.
This situation is not impossible to happen, but it must be in an extremely special environment - for example, the magic concentration in the environment is higher than a certain limit. Just the magic absorbed by the outside world is enough to replenish the troll's regeneration consumption, without using its own energy reserves. Under such circumstances, such an environment is rare even in Faerûn.
Under normal circumstances, the regeneration of the troll is a combination of magic power and its own reserve energy. Since magic power can replenish part of it, the consumption is relatively small and can last longer. However, if external food is not replenished for a long time, it will still remain Can starve to death.
At best, the noble trolls can suppress the ordinary trolls. Don't eat all the vassals and servants of other races as food, and cannot control the greedy appetites of themselves and other trolls.
Hundreds of troll mouths are hundreds of small bottomless pits. They can fill their stomachs on weekdays. They rely on the special environment of the Troll Mountains, which reduces their own consumption to a certain extent. On the other hand, there are enough prey in the Giant Plains. There are many, and the captive vassal servants are enough.
But wanting to save food is an outright luxury.
When the population begins to soar, especially when the number of trolls exceeds thousands, it becomes a disaster.
Even the noble trolls were a little unable to suppress it. The entire Howling Dwarf became a restaurant for the trolls. Those vassal servants could either get enough food to feed the troll masters, or they would become their next meal. For dinner, they had good appetites and were not afraid of cold or cold dishes, so they started eating on the spot.
When the order for the entire army to attack was given, it was a kind of liberation for these vassal servants. Many took the opportunity to rush into the Giant Plains and disappeared into the wilderness without looking back. There were also some who did not understand the greed of the trolls. The monster joined them excitedly.
When tens of thousands of monsters spread out, especially when there are a large number of gigantic monsters unique to the Giant Plains, the momentum is quite terrifying. This reached a point when the trolls from the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom poured out. A kind of peak.
The shadow of the army has been seen in these trolls.
The noble trolls were walking in the middle of the team. They were very easy to identify. They were as tall as a house, thick and strong. They were covered with huge pieces of crude but thick and bulky armor, especially the thick wooden sticks in their hands. The uprooted ironwood tree trunk was crisscrossed with various spikes and iron thorns, which were sharp and thick. The most eye-catching thing was the black gemstone inlaid on his forehead, which shimmered under the sun. With a mysterious luster, as if it wants to absorb all the sunlight, this is the famous troll gem in the Troll Mountains, also known as the regeneration gem.
This is a noble troll native to the Kingdom of the Wailing Dwarves. He is one of the rulers of this group of monsters and has absolute power of life and death.
There were four or five noble trolls guarding them. Their height may not be inferior to that of the leader, but in terms of roughness, they are obviously inferior. They are at least one-third, or even half, thinner. They looked a little tall and thin, with hunched shoulders. When their eyes passed over the previous one, they could not hide their greed, not only for the troll gems, but also for the fat on their bodies.
Trolls are definitely a race that regards fatness as their beauty. Because their fat body has many benefits for them, it not only means that they have accumulated a huge amount of energy for regeneration in their bodies, but also means that their natural armor is thick enough. The effects of slashing on ordinary trolls and twice as thick trolls are different. Coupled with their terrifying regeneration abilities, they will display even more terrifying combat effectiveness. Especially with the combination of regeneration gems, their regeneration abilities are increased several times. in the case of.
These noble trolls have all taken refuge in the recent past. It is determined by their natural origins. They have occupied high positions in the Howling Dwarf Kingdom since they first arrived. As long as they do not make any big mistakes, integrate into it and become one of the new rulers, they will just A matter of time.
Surrounding these non-core aristocratic trolls are more than twenty ordinary trolls. They may be a little short in height, but they are quite fat, even higher than the non-core aristocratic trolls. Needless to say, they are wailing Ordinary trolls born from dwarves are considered personal guards, and their power is only lower than the first two.
There are fifty to sixty trolls crowding around the outside, which is the image that people see most often and generally think of. The average height is 2.7 to 8 meters. They are tall and thin, but they are not lacking in muscles, especially The arms are astonishingly long, and the shoulders are hunched, almost dragging on the ground. The nails on both hands are black and long, like curved daggers. No one doubts how sharp they are. The skin is dark green and covered with black tumors. , hair disheveled, whole body exuding a horrible rotten stench, eyes always exuding insatiable hunger, looking at the surrounding living creatures as if looking at delicious food.
The mouths of these trolls are never idle. The monster servants who were a little bit close to them were grabbed by the troll claws of astonishing length stretched out by them and cut into several pieces on the spot. The trolls around him , immediately swarmed up, inserted the troll claws into their own mouths, and it was not uncommon for them to fight each other over a disagreement, and some even took a piece of the troll's arm and gnawed it.
Those noble trolls turned a blind eye to this. Without the use of flames or strong acid, there was no way to kill each other in the fight between these trolls. On the contrary, it allowed them to maintain strong energy and combat effectiveness, which was a beneficial activity. .
As for the life and death of those monster servants, they never cared about it. They were just tools for work, plus food reserves. As long as they remained strong enough, they could have as much as they wanted.
Therefore, basically no other monster servants can be seen around these troll battle groups, and they all stay away from them.
There are a total of fifteen such troll battle groups, surrounded by stars like a moon, surrounding a larger troll battle group.
This troll warband has one biggest feature - two heads.
Whether they are noble trolls or ordinary trolls, they are all two-headed, just like the King Kodikoli in the middle. There are quite a few such trolls, as many as hundreds.
In addition to regeneration, trolls also have a troll mutation characteristic, which is also caused by regeneration. When their head is chopped off, while a head grows in the original position, there is a certain chance that a new head will grow. This often happens with arms, so it's not surprising to see a two-headed troll or a three- or four-armed troll.
But this kind of variation is usually not too much. When it occurs in large quantities, it is either genetic or consciously manufactured.
Given that King Kodikori holds great power among the Wailing Dwarves, the latter is more likely, and the process is not difficult. Just chop off the heads of those trolls and wait to see which one grows out in the end. It only takes two, and it can be tried and tested again and again. Some people will even take the initiative to do this in order to ascend to a high position.
The monster army of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom came out.
The three legions of the migrating army that were frantically sweeping outside reacted and divided into three.
The Blood Claw Wolf Cavalry Corps did not retreat. Instead, they rushed forward to face the monster army. They did not engage in battle with them, but instead circled around the monster army like a pack of wolves.
When the monster army tries to encircle them on a large scale, they will use their speed to escape.
If you try to divide your forces to attack them, lead them into the wilderness, trap, kill and eat them. On the outside, there is a group of kobold ferocious weasel cavalry waiting to meet them. They all have dragon veins, dragon blood and even dragon-shaped kobolds. It has magic-like abilities and the ability to create traps. Although it is not as professional as the kobold trap makers of the Trap Corps, it is enough for small-scale local wars.
If these hobgoblin wolf cavalry are left alone, they will make an offensive posture from time to time, or eat up those who are left behind or separated too far.
All in all, they used the enemy's tactics to the extreme, making the nobles and trolls roar in anger, but there was nothing they could do. They did not have elite cavalry in their hands.
Another cavalry group, the Nott Guards Corps, did not engage in the battle. Instead, they withdrew southward along the migration route and stationed themselves near the Blood Gap.
The remaining sidecar corps, Blood Claw Infantry Regiment and Blood Claw Guards Regiment retreated into the Blood Gap like a tide.
Blood Gorge.
This is what the local monsters call this place, named after the local rocks that are as red as blood.
This is the location chosen by the migrating army to build the city, and it is also the location for the decisive battle with the monster army of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom.
It is located at the intersection of the remnants of the Snowflake Mountains and the Silminster Forest. It is the intersection of three places. To the north is the Giant Plains, and to the southwest is the direction of the migration route. Amn, Tethyr and Kar are distributed in sequence. Lin Shan, turn to the southeast and take the Weihong Road, which leads to the Weihong Sea.
As you can tell from the name, Blood Gorge is a small valley sandwiched between two mountains, embedded in the Snowflake Mountains. It was originally the lair of an orc tribe with nearly a thousand people.
In the past, it was this orc tribe named after this place that harassed others and became a disaster in their dreams.
This time they became the targets of slaughter, and their appearance as they screamed helplessly was no different from their former victims.
In front of the migrating army, they had no power to fight back. They were directly blocked by the floor-type van, and then covered with saturated arrow rain and advanced layer by layer. The battle ended in just a few hours. Ninety percent of the Blood Gorge orcs were killed. Kill on the spot.
Everything has two sides.
This kind of canyon with mountains on its back can not only become a strong fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, but it can also become a desperate point with nowhere to retreat.
The last thing to look at is the strength of both sides and how well they utilize the terrain.
"It's a worthwhile trip, it's a worthwhile trip. It turns out that tactics can still be used in this way. You are worthy of being chosen by Ms. Strategy. If those trolls can't come up with something unexpected, this will be their burial place."
A burst of praise came from a cloud at the top of the Blood Gorge.
This huge cloud is not only fixed in place, but there are two people and a dragon on it - this is a cloud that has used the solidification technique. It looks soft, but is actually no different from the ground.
The white dragon was lying on the ground and taking a nap, while the two of them sat across from each other and drank. The wine glasses they used were extremely asymmetrical. One person used a normal wine glass, and the other person's wine glass was just wine to the first person. bucket.
Because the drinker was also nearly two sizes larger, he was a frost giant with a height of four and a half meters.
You don’t need to ask to know such a combination.
It was Raymond, the city lord of Reitawen City, and the frost giant white dragon knight.
This frost giant has light blue skin and brown hair. Apart from the size difference, there are no more differences from humans. There are gray marks on the sideburns and beard of the hair, indicating that he is very old, at least in terms of age. century theory.
Giants also belong to the immortal species. Although their life span is not comparable to that of giant dragons, it is still far longer than that of elves.
"I've really learned a lot. It turns out that cavalry can still be used in this way. The value of these three cavalry wandering outside is much higher than shrinking back into the canyon for defense." The frost giant's speech and behavior do not seem to be Raymond's attributes. Next, more like a friend and an ally.
Judging from the meaning revealed in the words, they did not just arrive, but had been peeping in the air for some time.
The news that the migrating army was going to build a city here not only shocked the trolls of the Wailing Dwarves, but also Raymond.
Gavin had not told him about this matter before.
This is something closely related to their interests in Ruitawen. No matter how busy Raymond and the others are, they still have to put down everything they are doing and come over to check it out.
"Yeah, with these three cavalry on their side, those trolls can't completely let go of their attacks. Once their attack fails and is frustrated, these cavalry can follow their butts and bite them to death, further expanding the results and staying alive. Those who escape will probably not survive, and when the time comes, they may take advantage of the situation and take away the troll's lair."
After Raymond sighed, he pointed down and said: "Those little kobolds under him are not ordinary. Not only do they all have spell-like abilities, but the proportion of activated professional levels is too high, which allows him to have a large number of low-level people." The magic can be controlled, and in conjunction with numerous manpower and material resources, it can produce such incredible results."
Even as a quasi-legendary mage, Raymond was shocked by the construction speed of Blood Gorge.
In less than half a day, they not only slaughtered the Blood Gorge orcs, but even wiped away all traces of their existence.
All the crude buildings were torn down.
The small mounds and rocks that were in the way were either softened with the Soft Stone Technique and then shoveled away, or they were blasted away with seismic bombs.
A group of Pixie Druids emerged from invisibility, and with the spells that were similar to the withering of plants, all the weeds, vines, and shrubs withered and turned into dust.
The large iron pillars they used to open the road were also dragged in. Under the drag of the giant elephant tree man, the ground was leveled and compacted with a rumble.
Amidst the continuous explosions, the only slope that could be climbed from the outside of the Blood Gorge turned into a cliff more than 20 meters high.
A large number of repaired blood rocks were dragged to the mouth of the valley by the tree people and enlightenment trees, making the mouth of the Blood Gorge, which was only about 500 meters long, even more rugged and difficult to navigate.
A series of traces show that this is not a simple strategy to attract trolls to lead troops to attack, but a real intention to build a fortress and a brand new city here.
(End of chapter)
