The trolls were coming.
Skinny Monkey had just told him that some trolls were moving towards the Northguard Castle.
The trolls were quite powerful in the wastelands. It was said that they once had a huge empire, but they lost the war with the ancient elves. In the end, the empire fell apart, and all the trolls were expelled to the wastelands.
Suhlen knew how troublesome the trolls were. They used to have their own civilization. Although they were defeated by the elves, the trolls' tribes were not to be underestimated.
The trolls were living in tribes now. They thought that the empire had fallen, and all the trolls were running their own tribes. After being banished to the Wildlands, the trolls' civilization had changed a lot. For example, the trolls had started to worship ancestor souls and natural spirits.
Although the ancestor souls and natural spirits were not gods, they had some of the power of gods. The trolls could use them to cast elemental powers. Many of the trolls were first-class warriors, hunters, and assassins. They were very dangerous, especially since many of the trolls were good at using poison. The trolls' poison was very strong. Even the ogres could not withstand it. Now, the trolls were approaching the Northguard Castle.
"Why are the trolls moving towards us?" Suhlen was confused. Although the trolls' tribe was not far from the Northguard Castle, why would they attack humans? The trolls' enemies were the elves and half-elves. Even if they were going to attack, why would they choose to attack in the winter?
"Food! The trolls don't have enough food. "That was the only explanation Suhlen could think of.
The trolls did not know how to farm. They were nomads. They relied on hunting and raising livestock. This was a very fragile way. Once there was a natural disaster, they would run out of food. If there was not enough food, the trolls would rob other tribes. The trolls' tribe near the Northguard Castle was not very big. There were less than a thousand trolls.
Although the Trolls weren't as numerous as the Centaurs and Orcs, they were still a very difficult race to deal with. The Trolls had a very disgusting innate ability to regenerate. Their regenerative ability was simply perverted.
Even if their arms or legs were broken, they would grow back in a few days. If they wanted to kill them, other than using fire or acid, they would have to use all kinds of powerful elemental attacks.
The snow stopped after a day. Northtown Castle started clearing the snow in the morning. Luckily, the snow was not very thick. Sheriff Harrison was patrolling the town with the patrol team to check if there were any houses that had collapsed due to the snow.
Boulder, on the other hand, was sent to the horse farm to see if the war horses were affected. The construction of the houses in the territory did not skimp and the heavy snow did not affect them too much.
Because the troll tribe showed signs of moving south, Suren sent all the scouts to investigate. Even the drow Eden was sent out. As a drow proficient in assassination and investigation, Eden could be said to be the best scout in Northguard Castle.
Suhlen had sent half of the soldiers to escort the caravans, so there weren't many soldiers left in the territory. Suhlen did not recruit a large number of ordinary serfs or refugees into the army. Those peasants who could not even hold a spear properly were just giving away military merits to others on the battlefield.
Eden's silhouette flew past. Even though there was a heavy snowfall yesterday, there was only a thin layer of snow on the wasteland. The withered yellow grass was at least half a person's height, which was easy for a rogue to hide in.
He was not unfamiliar with the environment here. After all, he had taken the scouts to explore the surrounding area to train them. Even so, Ayton was not careless at all.
There were also rogues among the trolls. They could track their targets through footprints, smells, and traces of broken branches and trees. When facing these opponents, one careless mistake could lead to failure.
Creak!
Ayton tiptoed lightly on a big tree and then slowly landed on the ground. Because the trees were lush, there was not much snow in the forest. However, there was a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground. It creaked when he stepped on it.
There were many messy footprints on the ground. Although those people had disguised themselves when they left, in the eyes of an expert, they were still clearly visible like torches in the night. Eden reached out and wiped away the messy leaves. A trail appeared in front of him.
Following the trace, Ayton found a few gray hairs on some leaves.
Gnolls!
There were indeed Gnolls in the troll tribe. The number of trolls was limited. They would enslave other races to serve them. This troll tribe was likely to have enslaved a large number of Gnolls as cannon fodder.
After discovering the trace, Ayton's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a cruel expression appeared on his face. Even if they were drows who believed in the Dark Maiden, their cruel and cold genes were still engraved in their bones.
Battles between scouts were very dangerous. Victory and defeat were often decided in an instant.
The most common ones were encounters or ambushes. Even a Grand Knight could fail miserably in such a situation. A low-grade professional who was proficient in tracking, hiding, and traps could also kill enemies who were far more powerful than him.
Ayton moved quickly along the traces in the grass. As an excellent rogue, his tracking skills were still very strong. These traces in front of him were left today. Brilliant rogues could even track traces left a few days or even a week ago. They could distinguish the height, weight, and type of the enemy through these traces.
The main force of the troll tribe had not yet arrived. After all, there were still many things to prepare for the army. But even so, the trolls would come here in three days at most. Ayton was now encountering the troll tribe's scouts.
"Shadow Hide!"
After passing through a shadow, Ayton's figure gradually merged into the shadow and then disappeared. As a drow, his ears were very sensitive. Just now, he had heard some movements in the distance.
Ayton's body was shrouded in shadows, and then he approached the direction of the sound. He was already close to the Sierra de Lotas. Soon Ayton found a cave hidden in the bushes.
The outside of the cave was covered by vines. If one did not pay attention, it would be impossible to find it. It looked a little dark inside. At this time, there was some movement in the cave, but it quickly disappeared. After a while, a tall figure came out of the cave. The figure pushed aside the vines, and a gray coyote head popped out. It was a Gnoll, but the corners of his mouth were obviously swollen.
The Gnoll looked around and then found a hidden corner near the entrance of the cave to hide. Obviously, this unlucky guy was arranged to keep watch.
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