Hunter starting from Hunter World

At midnight, under the bright moonlight, a large number of soldiers wearing armor and holding weapons stood densely in the square.

Directly in front of them was the gate and suspension bridge leading to the outside world.

Although some of them had already fought with trolls during the day, and the blood on their bodies and faces had not completely dried up, they were still in high spirits at this moment and did not look tired at all.

Because everyone has been told what they are going to do.

To put it simply, a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

Since the Amani trolls want to kill and eat them as food, they can naturally raid the troll's rear, kill all the guys who dare to resist, highlight all valuable things, and kill the obedient women and children. Caught and made into slaves.

This is a life-and-death survival battle between different races, and there is no reason to explain.

Moreover, the nobles have promised that no matter what the profit from this trip is, they will give 30% to each participating soldier.

revenge!

plunder!

Slavery!

Stimulated by so many strong emotions, the human soldiers present were extremely excited and wished they could immediately open the door and rush out, heading straight to the northern path leading to the Hinterlands.

As long as they can come back alive from this expedition, they will definitely gain unimaginable wealth.

And as a veritable troll killer, he can even win heroic applause and cheers.

You must know that today's human beings are not the Mothers who would keep in captivity the orcs who invaded their homes and caused the death of millions of people.

In fact, if Thoradin was asked to deal with these defeated orcs, he would definitely choose to kill them all, or throw them to do heavy physical labor and drag them down to death from exhaustion.

We will not waste precious food to feed a group of butchers whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.

Not to mention that in the end, Thrall took these guys to the other side of the sea and established a new tribe that was in opposition to him.

To be honest, Allen has never understood what Arthas's father, Terenas Menethil II of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, was thinking at the beginning.

Why not take advantage of the overwhelming hatred against the orcs within the alliance at that time and find a place to bury all the surrendered prisoners alive?

But he obviously wouldn't make such a stupid mistake.

After Al Barov delivered a brief mobilization speech, the suspension bridge that had been pulled up was slowly lowered.

When the closed door was opened, Ignaus led the highland cavalry under his command to charge first, followed by the horse archers formed by Allen, and finally the expeditionary force assembled by the nobles.

Since they fought a brutal siege for ten hours during the day, most of the trolls fell asleep due to exhaustion after nightfall.

After all, physically speaking, trolls are no better than humans except for their regeneration ability.

So when they heard the whistle blowing that the enemy was coming, most of them failed to recover from their groggy state immediately.

Moreover, long-term hunger and malnutrition also made their reactions slower and slower, so that it took several minutes after opening their eyes to barely understand what was going on.

The result is no surprise!

The troll's fragile camp was overrun by the brave and fearless highland cavalry in an instant.

The horse archers who followed closely showed their special skills, using bows and arrows to set fire and cause chaos.

In less than ten minutes, the situation was completely out of control.

When the Troll Overseer rushed out of the camp, he could only watch as the expeditionary force broke away from the main force, headed straight to the north, and soon disappeared into the vast night.

Do you know what they went to do?

Allen, who was riding a horse, asked loudly in Troll language from dozens of meters away.

As a high-ranking member of the Amani Empire, how could the governor not know, but he didn't want to say it in public, and just stared at this despicable, shameless, insidious, and cunning enemy with a livid face.

If looks could kill, Eren would have died thousands of times.

In the hearts of the trolls, they wished they could cut this damn human into pieces and throw them into a pot to make soup.

But Allen himself did not have such a self-consciousness. He glanced at the trolls gathered around him and asked himself meaningfully: They went to the Hinterlands! They went to find the tribe you left in the rear! And then they didn't do anything. Kill every troll you encounter without mercy, whether they are old people, women, or children.

Wow——

The moment these words were blurted out, all the trolls belonging to the Deadwood Tribe present became frightened and angry.

Some couldn't help but start to curse loudly or even curse the ungrateful human in front of them, completely forgetting how they killed, sacrificed and ate the captured humans in the first place.

The troll warlord even asked sternly: Aren't you afraid of our revenge by doing this?

Retaliation? I'm sorry, I have no intention of letting you leave alive. Troll! Choose now! Either stay here and continue to fight and be exhausted bit by bit, or choose to retreat immediately to catch up with the expeditionary force. , to prevent the upcoming massacre.

After saying this, Allen immediately turned his horse's head and followed the large troops back into the fortress.

He wanted to see how this warlord from the Amani tribe would deal with the strong desire of the soldiers below to rush back immediately to protect their tribe.

You must know that on Earth, where there are huge differences of opinion between the upper echelons and lower echelons of the military, riots and mutinies are very likely to occur.

What's more, the so-called Amani Empire is nothing more than a large tribal federation.

Each tribe has its own interests and demands.

At moments like this that matter to the life and death of the tribe, even the most docile sheep will instantly transform into lions.

If you can use this opportunity to provoke conflicts and create discord among the trolls, you can make a lot of money.

In fact, just as Allen expected, when humans retreated to the fortress, hundreds of dead wood tribe warriors did not immediately extinguish the blazing flames, but spontaneously gathered at the location of the warlord's camp.

Not long after, a prestigious warrior leader was elected, walked directly in front of the warlord and said: This war can't continue! We must go back! Before those damn humans find the location of the tribe!

Back off! It's not your turn to speak about something like this. The warlord warned in a low voice with a dangerous light in his eyes.

He was not a fool, and he understood how these warriors from the Deadwood tribe felt when they heard that their hometown in the rear was being threatened.

He also understood that successive defeats had led to a sharp decline in his prestige, so that the accumulated resentment and dissatisfaction among the soldiers was on the verge of exploding.

But at this time, we can no longer back down!

Because the cruel and savage character of trolls determines that they will only obey the strong, and any retreat will be regarded as weakness.

As a warlord, there is only one result for being weak, and that is to be killed without mercy or sacrificed alive.

This is why the warlord insists on moving forward even though he knows the risks he may face after losing the protection of the Velociraptor Dragoons.

It's not that he doesn't want to go back and regroup, but that once he backs off, it means admitting defeat.

There is only one ending for losers in the Amani Empire, and that is death.

But it is a pity that the words of the warlord did not scare away the warriors of the Deadwood tribe, but instead aroused the madness and cruelty in their subconscious.

In just a few seconds, some trolls' eyes began to turn red, and their muscles became uncontrollably congested.

Undoubtedly, this is a sign of a troll going into a berserk state when his emotions are aroused.

And once they start to rage, they will become crazy and unreasonable.

The little direct lineage brought by the warlord was simply not enough to suppress the rebellion.

Just the opposite!

He is very likely to die in the rebellion!

Don't think that the trolls who still maintain a tribal structure have such a thing as discipline.

These guys don't think about the consequences when they go crazy.

This is a matter of life and death for the Deadwood Tribe! Of course we are qualified to speak!

The warrior leader seemed to catch a hint of timidity in the opponent's eyes, and immediately took a big step forward with courage.

With him taking the lead, the ordinary troll warriors behind him quickly gathered around, and some even stared at the few remaining giant bear riders with malicious eyes.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the air was becoming more and more tense, and internal strife could break out at any time, the high-level priest representing the divine power finally couldn't help but stand up, raised the staff in his hand that symbolized the God of Dragon and Eagle and shouted loudly: That's enough! Don't you see that this is actually a trap set by that cunning human being who deliberately provokes our internal relations? He just wants to make you anxious, and then turn around and chase that army desperately.

That's right! If we turn around and head north now, the human cavalry will continue to harass and attack us in the open plains, grasslands and hills along the way until they kill us all. Another witch doctor also agreed.

Compared with these brainless low-level warriors, spell casters are obviously more rational.

But unfortunately, the already impatient warriors of the Deadwood Tribe can no longer care so much.

The elected warrior leader first glanced at the priests who were speaking to the governor, and then retorted unceremoniously: Of course we know what those despicable humans want to do. But is this the reason for you to abandon the Deadwood Tribe? I don’t care! If we don’t come up with a better solution before dawn, we will take action ourselves.”

After that, he turned around and left with thousands of warriors, leaving only the governor and a group of witch doctors, priests and mystics staring at him.

After a full seven or eight minutes, the leading warlord took a deep breath and said: Everyone! It seems that our plan is going to be advanced!

Agree! We must not allow these stupid guys to destroy the Amani Empire's strategy. The high-level priest of the Dragon Eagle God nodded without thinking.

In that case, let's get ready. There's still some time before dawn. This time, it's our turn to show that insidious and cunning human a little bit.

When he said these words, the warlord's eyes flashed with cruelty and malice.

You must know that the witchcraft mastered by the troll is not something easy to deal with.

Especially when they decide to cast spells at the expense of a large number of their own people, they can definitely cause unimaginable horrific lethality.

In the history of Azeroth, not even the servants of the Old Gods could withstand the attack of witchcraft, let alone humans who currently do not have any magical power.

In this way, the spellcasters and the warlords joined forces, using the power of faith to constantly confuse those stupid troll warriors, and make them believe that everything that happened next came from God's will.

…

At the same time, the two high elf envoys on the third floor of the lord's mansion had just watched the entire midnight operation. The female elf was the first to ask her companions: Where do you think the army that disappeared in the darkness just went? ?”

Do you need to guess? It must be the Hinterlands in the north! The Deadwood tribe left all the old, weak, women and children there. As long as this army successfully finds them, there will be a massacre. Humans are not like that. We elves are so kind that we will even take the initiative to let go of underage troll cubs. The male elf touched his chin and analyzed.

The female elf sneered and said sarcastically: Mercy? I think it should be stupidity. Few of those idiots in the council have ever been on the battlefield. They don't know the hatred of the trolls towards us. Every time a cub is released, a few of them will be killed. Years later, they will grow into warriors and attack us again, just to satisfy their ridiculous sense of moral superiority. Humanity’s approach is the right one! Kill every troll you encounter, whether it’s old people, women, or children. Cub.

Maybe you are right. It's a pity that in a place like the Parliament, your opinions and mine don't matter. Don't forget, Quel'Thala is a magical country, and only those archmages are qualified to speak to the Parliament and The Sun King...

Before the male elf could finish his words, a strange wave of magic suddenly came from the distant troll camp where the flames had just been extinguished, and at the same time, the shadow of a huge creature seemed to vaguely appear in the sky.

But everything came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

It didn't even arouse the vigilance of the patrolling soldiers on the city wall.

But the high elves, who have been dealing with trolls for thousands of years, immediately realized that this was a sign that the enemy was preparing to perform large-scale witchcraft.

Especially the huge shadow that emerged just now, filled with the power of violent flames, is obviously the projection of the dragon and eagle god that the trolls believe in.

In order to prevent potential allies from accidentally suffering a big loss due to their lack of experience, the two of them didn't care that it was already 1:30 in the middle of the night. They immediately asked the servants and guards at the door to take them to see Allen, and said that they had important military information to report.

After a few minutes, they were taken to Alan's bedroom.