Hunter starting from Hunter World

Poison has always been a weapon used by humans to deal with large beasts and monsters.

Among them, creatures with venom sacs such as spiders and snakes are the main sources of poison used by most hunters.

Anyone who kills a venomous snake or spider can dig out a complete venom sac from the corpse and store it in a sealed container for a period of time.

However, due to the constraints of conditions and environment, these toxins will slowly deteriorate and rot in a short time, and eventually become a pile of meaningless garbage that exudes a fishy smell.

Therefore, obtaining toxins has never been difficult for humans in Azeroth.

The really difficult thing is how to extract, dry and store it.

Moreover, protein-based toxins such as snake venom and spider venom are actually not very effective when applied to weapons.

Especially when hunting large creatures, it often takes more than a dozen arrows, and after a long wait, the target will be slowly eroded by neurotoxins, and eventually fall to the ground and lose the ability to move.

Therefore, Allen is quite indifferent to this primitive method of using poison.

Compared to complex protein toxins, he prefers simple and crude chemical toxins contained in plants.

At least the latter is easier to refine, and can also be collected or planted on a large scale.

However, due to limitations in manpower and technical level, the output of the poison workshops in Allen's territory has never been very high, and they can only barely maintain their own consumption.

At this moment, in this small room with only ten people, three men were stuffing a large amount of green vines, leaves and roots into wooden barrels and pounding them, then adding water, heating and stirring.

The remaining women wore protective clothing made of gelatin made from the corpses of ooze monsters. They carefully squeezed out the light green liquid and mixed it with another light yellow solution.

moment!

Pungent white smoke flew everywhere.

A curious bird landed on the windowsill and accidentally inhaled a bit.

As a result, he fell to the ground in an instant, and his whole body twitched as he took his last breath.

There is no doubt that the white smoke is a by-product of the synthesis of toxins. Even if an adult takes a puff, it will immediately cause symptoms such as epilepsy, convulsions, eye congestion, and difficulty breathing.

fortunately!

The people working in these jobs have long been accustomed to this kind of scene and don’t find it a big deal.

Because as long as they wear protective clothing and masks, they will not be in any danger.

Looking at the several large jars of poison just produced in the workshop, Allen couldn't help but sigh slightly and asked: Is this all?

Yes! That's all. Lyle smiled bitterly and nodded.

Okay. Immediately arrange for someone to soak the arrows in it. In three days, I will see at least 10,000 poisoned arrows. Allen immediately gave the order.

Although he had just taken a shower and his hair was still wet, he still came to check the poison reserves immediately.

It's about how to deal a devastating blow to the troll army with minimal losses.

Understood! I'll arrange the manpower immediately.

With that said, Lyle immediately turned around and whispered something to a waiter, who quickly ran towards the direction of the warehouse.

In about three to five minutes, a dozen people arrived at the entrance of the poison workshop pushing carts of arrows.

The craftsmen responsible for making the poison poured the sealed toxins in the bottles into a bath-like groove.

The rest of the people put on masks, carefully opened the bundles of arrows, and then soaked them in a groove full of poison solution.

Everyone was extremely gentle throughout the entire movement.

They know very well that if they accidentally splash a little on their skin or eyes, what awaits them will be torture dozens of times more painful than death.

The last unlucky guy who was accidentally splashed with venom on his face had half his body turn a terrifying black-purple color, his blood coagulated into lumps, and his muscles were twisted to an unbelievable degree.

So no one wants to make the same mistake again.

The arrows need to be soaked in the solution for more than half an hour before being taken out and hung in the shade to dry.

In fact, it is never the sharp arrow tips made of metal that really carry a lot of toxins.

Instead, it is a wooden arrow shaft made of fiber that can store large amounts of toxins.

When an arrow is inserted into a flesh-and-blood body, the toxin-carrying arrow shaft will come into contact with the blood, and then quickly flow throughout the body along with the internal circulation system.

The location where the arrow was hit will soon become paralyzed and unconscious due to the neurotoxin, allowing the enemy to ignore that he has been injured.

By the time it was discovered, the toxins had already begun to damage the lungs, and they eventually suffocated to death bit by bit.

Unless you encounter creatures that are completely immune to toxins, such as elemental creatures, or those steel giants and rock giants once created by the Pantheon Titans, even a race with powerful self-healing capabilities like trolls will suffer from this Under the deadly poisonous arrows.

In fact, Amani trolls are quite good at using poison.

When they were fighting against the High Elf Kingdom in the north, they used poison many times to kill the elusive rangers, and there were also mages who could kill hundreds of trolls with a single cast.

It's just that poisons containing witchcraft power are not easy to make, and the trolls are reluctant to use them on humans who they regard as barbarians.

Just when Allen was about to turn around and leave to inspect the next place, a young girl who looked to be in her early twenties suddenly raised her head and mustered up the courage to ask loudly: Your Majesty the Duke! We will win this war, right?

Of course! Allen replied without thinking.

Thank you very much!

After getting this answer, the girl immediately cried with joy and kept bowing to thank her.

You don't need to ask to know that her family or friends most likely didn't make it in time to escape, but were caught up by the trolls, brutally killed, and then eaten alive.

Similar things have happened so many times in this land that many people have become numb.

But this time, Allen made a very solemn promise: Don't worry! I will kill all those man-eating trolls and leave no one behind, and then build a hill with their heads and corpses to worship those who died. Humanity. From now on, no race can invade human territory and kill our people without paying a price.

Sir, can I join your army? The unknown girl summoned up the courage to test.

You? Allen looked at the other person up and down in surprise.

The girl is about 1.75 meters tall. She has some small, not particularly obvious freckles on her face because she often works outdoors. The muscles in her arms and legs are also quite strong.

This is obviously not something that can be tempered by doing farm work, but should have received a considerable degree of training since childhood.

After all, in the tribal era, almost everyone was a soldier.

As long as they reach a certain age, they will more or less receive some combat training, or learn to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, and at least master the skills of using a weapon.

Otherwise, when encountering an invasion by monsters or bandits, there will be no way to protect yourself.

This is a cruel era, and it is also an era in which only the strong deserve to survive.

After realizing that the girl was not the kind of flower vase who overestimated her abilities, Allen asked with great interest: Can you ride a horse and shoot an arrow?

Of course! I can shoot at targets dozens of meters away from horseback. The girl immediately replied confidently.

Maybe she didn't have much confidence in other aspects, but the skills of riding and shooting were deeply engraved in her soul.

You must know that humans in the tribal era are usually divided into two types.

One is based on nomadic herding and hunting, and the other is based on farming.

She belongs to the former.

Although after the establishment of the Arathor Empire, most of them were converted into tenant farmers, the noble lords still retained some animal husbandry talents to raise cattle, sheep, horses and other livestock for themselves.

Very good! Lyle, arrange a place for her in the cavalry. When we go on an expedition in three days, I will take her with me. Allen ordered without looking back.

Understood! I will arrange it. Lyle quickly agreed.

In his eyes, the life and death of this young girl was not worthy of attention at all.

Since the other party wants to go to the battlefield and experience the purgatory-like bloody scene, then just send him there.

In this way, after fulfilling a young girl's wish to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, Allen quickly returned to where he lived and began to meet the neighbors who came with soldiers from the surrounding areas to support him.

Although he didn't look down on the few soldiers and weapons the other party brought, he still had to say thank you to him who came all the way to help, risking his life.

So, during this tense war period, a banquet was held in the hall of the lord's mansion.

What is reality magic?

This is reality magic!

Looking at the sumptuous food and wine on the table, Al Barov couldn't help but twitching the corner of his mouth and asked: Your Majesty, is this too expensive? This is a time of war! If those trolls besiege the city, If so, food is the most important material.

Don't worry, my friend. Those trolls have no chance of siege. Allen shrugged nonchalantly.

No chance to siege the city? A strange color flashed in Al Barov's eyes.

Because he had just heard that Allen personally led one hundred and fifty cavalry to attack, not only annihilating the most elite Velociraptor Dragoons of the Amani Trolls, but even forcing them to repair on the spot.

This record alone is enough to shock other nobles.

After all, before this, the entire human race had no record of defeating the Velociraptor Dragoons head-on.

What's more, it's a typical case of using less to win more.

But the troll heads and equipment that were brought back cannot be fake.

At the moment, the blacksmiths are desperately trying to melt the thorium equipment into weapons and armor suitable for human wear and use.

Many nobles have already offered high prices and want to buy one or two of them as family heirlooms.

Allen raised his cup and signaled to the nobles in the distance who were bowing to him, and then lowered his voice and responded: That's right! I have killed the only mobility of those trolls. From that moment on, the initiative in the war will be It fell into our hands. I plan to gather the cavalry and divide them into several teams, constantly harassing the moving troll armies, constantly consuming their energy and physical strength. When a certain army collapses, we will rush up and follow them. Kill. In short, of all the trolls that invaded the empire’s territory, no one can leave alive.”

Using the speed of cavalry? This is a good idea. But as far as I know, trolls have quite amazing regeneration capabilities, and it is difficult for ordinary arrows and weapons to cause fatal injuries to them. If we fight hand-to-hand, our soldiers The casualties will be huge. There was a hint of worry in Al Barov's tone.

Since completing the deal and getting an infantry phalanx, he has successfully found and attacked several troll villages, knowing how difficult these man-eating monsters are to deal with.

If there is not enough numerical advantage, catching it alive is simply more difficult than taming a wild wolf.

Don't worry, I've prepared enough poison arrows. It only takes one or two hits, and even the trolls will fall to the ground. At that time, what we have to do is to prioritize killing their witch doctors and shamans who can detoxify. Man. Oh, by the way, I still have a business I want to talk to you about. I wonder if you are interested?

Speaking of this, Allen's eyes flashed with naked and undisguised malice.

Since the trolls of the Deadwood Tribe dare to abandon all their old, weak, sick and disabled and invade human territory, don't blame him for pushing back.

Yes!

At this moment, Allen has already thought of passing through the road where the trolls flowed across the mountains, directly sweeping the southern region of the Hinterlands, and capturing all the trolls he encountered to mine, build roads, and build castles. Slaves of the fortress.

Al Barov was obviously not a fool, and immediately responded with a smile: I have always been very interested in business matters. After all, I am just an insignificant baron, but I cannot compare with you, the Duke, who is rich and powerful. And as long as this war If you can win, His Majesty Thoradin will definitely compensate you severely for the losses suffered in your territory.

Maybe. Come on, let's go to the study to talk about this plan to make a fortune. You know, there are hundreds of thousands of troll slaves, and most of them are women and children who have little ability to resist. They are very suitable for domestication and enslavement. .”

After saying that, Allen stood up and walked towards the study at the other end of the corridor next door.

Al Barov followed closely behind with the envious eyes of other nobles.

He knew that in the eyes of this group of people, he had already gained the favor of His Excellency the Duke, and indirectly had a certain amount of prestige and appeal.

Next, what he wants to do is to attract more nobles to join him through marriage and interest bundling, and eventually form a huge interest alliance.

Only in this way can he and his family continue to climb up within the empire.