NOVEL WEB Stratholme God
Chapter 18 Dong's Midwinter
Chapter 18 Dong's Midwinter
Mograine breathed a sigh of relief at the military letting go of Mai.
When stationed in a pre-arranged camp, McDonald's even asked Rivendell to discuss with Mograine, and even the training was completely handed over to the people below, which made the entire camp look in order.
The only thing that makes 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 can't enjoy. Considering that a griffin costs almost 10 gold coins for a flight, Mograine is still stunned.
Confused about how he sent these delicacies 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. In fact, most trolls are about two and a half meters tall, and very few can be three meters tall.
The absolute strength of adult trolls is about 1.5 times that of adult male humans, with similar agility and very ferocious personalities. 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 injury like this is a very test of strength.
Trolls are smart enough to run away when they see a large number of humans.In the mountains and woodlands they are good at, no one can catch up with them.
Unexpectedly, the invisible allies have this ability?
Abidis was surprised: "Is it the ranger general of the high elves? Impossible! Those with long ears have always disliked humans. High elves with official status have entered without authorization, which is tantamount to declaring war."
McDonald's rubbed his eyebrows: "Not General Ranger, but better than General Ranger. Fortunately, we are here to fight trolls, otherwise people wouldn't come."
When asked who it was, he refused to say.
The barracks was lively.
The first time many soldiers saw the violent troll, their legs trembled.
"Ow! Oooh—" The troll was wearing heavy steel shackles on his neck, wrists, and ankles, tied to an iron chain as thick as a baby's arm, and was pulled by six strong men from all directions.
"Squeak!" Lux 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.
Swordsmen hold wooden swords 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 a sword, and the troll suddenly screamed, his eyes were red, and he waved his claws vigorously. Unfortunately, this is a typical incompetent rage.Trolls pulled by Hercules can't hurt anyone.
In full view, 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 Lord Duke, before you go to that damned battlefield, you have a precious chance to actually fight. What you have to do now is——the spearmen are in a group of six, and the swordsmen are in a group of three. As long as one person can hit the head of the troll within minutes, it will be 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 the chains on their hands.
Only then did everyone discover that the troll's shackles were actually made of magnets, and the long chain was sucked into the shackles at once, becoming a very heavy burden.
A total of more than 200 kilograms of iron bumps weighed heavily on the limbs, slowing down the troll's movements by more than a beat.
Although one swordsman accidentally smashed his wooden sword with the troll's accelerated arm swing when he stabbed, another swordsman made a sneak attack.
"Very good! Next group!"
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 horrific.
"Oh, ah, ah-" The troll only shouted with a throat, and scared a gunman to urinate.
The three spearmen rushed to stab the troll in the head. Who would have thought that the troll had been beaten so many times, and he would have learned how to behave. As soon as his head slanted, 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. 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, "Bang 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 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.
Over the next few days, as the mysterious ally caught more and more trolls, the soldiers began to fight with each other.
From the initial panic to death, it was because these lucky soldiers enjoyed the enemy's beatings 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.
Immediately I heard the sound of the drums: "Get it!"
Then the gongs and drums sounded in unison: "Dong, support, support, support, support, support, cut!"
(End of this chapter)
Mograine breathed a sigh of relief at the military letting go of Mai.
When stationed in a pre-arranged camp, McDonald's even asked Rivendell to discuss with Mograine, and even the training was completely handed over to the people below, which made the entire camp look in order.
The only thing that makes 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 can't enjoy. Considering that a griffin costs almost 10 gold coins for a flight, Mograine is still stunned.
Confused about how he sent these delicacies 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. In fact, most trolls are about two and a half meters tall, and very few can be three meters tall.
The absolute strength of adult trolls is about 1.5 times that of adult male humans, with similar agility and very ferocious personalities. 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 injury like this is a very test of strength.
Trolls are smart enough to run away when they see a large number of humans.In the mountains and woodlands they are good at, no one can catch up with them.
Unexpectedly, the invisible allies have this ability?
Abidis was surprised: "Is it the ranger general of the high elves? Impossible! Those with long ears have always disliked humans. High elves with official status have entered without authorization, which is tantamount to declaring war."
McDonald's rubbed his eyebrows: "Not General Ranger, but better than General Ranger. Fortunately, we are here to fight trolls, otherwise people wouldn't come."
When asked who it was, he refused to say.
The barracks was lively.
The first time many soldiers saw the violent troll, their legs trembled.
"Ow! Oooh—" The troll was wearing heavy steel shackles on his neck, wrists, and ankles, tied to an iron chain as thick as a baby's arm, and was pulled by six strong men from all directions.
"Squeak!" Lux 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.
Swordsmen hold wooden swords 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 a sword, and the troll suddenly screamed, his eyes were red, and he waved his claws vigorously. Unfortunately, this is a typical incompetent rage.Trolls pulled by Hercules can't hurt anyone.
In full view, 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 Lord Duke, before you go to that damned battlefield, you have a precious chance to actually fight. What you have to do now is——the spearmen are in a group of six, and the swordsmen are in a group of three. As long as one person can hit the head of the troll within minutes, it will be 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 the chains on their hands.
Only then did everyone discover that the troll's shackles were actually made of magnets, and the long chain was sucked into the shackles at once, becoming a very heavy burden.
A total of more than 200 kilograms of iron bumps weighed heavily on the limbs, slowing down the troll's movements by more than a beat.
Although one swordsman accidentally smashed his wooden sword with the troll's accelerated arm swing when he stabbed, another swordsman made a sneak attack.
"Very good! Next group!"
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 horrific.
"Oh, ah, ah-" The troll only shouted with a throat, and scared a gunman to urinate.
The three spearmen rushed to stab the troll in the head. Who would have thought that the troll had been beaten so many times, and he would have learned how to behave. As soon as his head slanted, 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. 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, "Bang 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 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.
Over the next few days, as the mysterious ally caught more and more trolls, the soldiers began to fight with each other.
From the initial panic to death, it was because these lucky soldiers enjoyed the enemy's beatings 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.
Immediately I heard the sound of the drums: "Get it!"
Then the gongs and drums sounded in unison: "Dong, support, support, support, support, support, cut!"
(End of this chapter)
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