"Troll! Fresh out of the oven, a cute and lively troll! "
"If you dare to go in and fight with your bare hands, the troll will definitely tear you apart!"
"Silver Scale Breastplate, five pieces …"
In the army, the logistics camp was in chaos. A group of Stormwind soldiers, who had never seen a troll before, fought to see the captured troll.
There were all kinds of people in the camp. Windsor saw that they weren't doing well and taught them a good lesson.
As more and more troll were captured, many soldiers who had lived in the relatively peaceful Elven Forest for their entire lives saw a troll for the first time.
A veteran who had experienced at least five battles and was now a Second Lieutenant of the Alliance held a dagger and directly cut off one of the Troll's fingers. Then, he fed a piece of meat to the Troll and pointed at the finger that had already begun to regenerate, explaining in a loud voice.
"Do you see that? This is your new enemy — the troll! " The second lieutenant grabbed the troll that had tried to bite him by the hair, letting every soldier who got close to the troll see clearly.
"Our ancestors have fought with these guys for generations. You were lucky to grow up in a relatively peaceful environment, but Stormwind City has fallen. However, Stormwind City has fallen, and the Orcs who attacked our home have joined forces with the Trolls who once fought a bloody battle with our ancestors. Now, they're all tribes. Green skin plus green skin, they're all f * cking bad things. But that's not important. You just need to understand your enemy's weakness. "
The second lieutenant demonstrated how to slit the troll's throat.
"Wah —" Almost everyone thought that the troll was dead for sure.
But even though it was vomiting blood, even though it looked very wretched, everyone was shocked to find that the troll's throat was healing on its own. The blood it spat out decreased, and in the end, it even had the strength to curse in the troll language.
Such a miraculous scene scared many people.
"Holy Light above, are these evil creatures immortal?" a soldier asked, trembling.
"Don't be silly. There are no creatures in this world that can't be killed. You can't kill it because you haven't found a way. " With that, the second lieutenant stabbed the troll's heart. In the next ten seconds, the troll struggled fiercely. Then, its legs gave way and it died.
"Oh, oh, oh —" The soldiers finally let out sighs of relief.
"Giant Demons are hard to kill, but they are not truly unkillable! He would die if his heart was pierced, and he would die if his head was cut off. Due to its powerful regenerative ability, unless you can guarantee your own safety and leave the sharp weapon in its heart for more than ten seconds, it is highly recommended that you deal with its brain. It was fine to pierce their heads with a spear or chop them off with a sword. Clean and efficient, leaving no trouble. "
That was the scene in full swing.
Aurelia followed Duque to inspect the camp. Wherever Duque went, there would be loud cheers.
"Sir Marcus, we agreed to take us back this time as well!"
"Lord Marcus — when the orcs?"
Aurelia was surprised. "I … I've never seen a troop with such a strange morale."
Duque turned his head. "Why is it strange?"
"Because of my request, I want them to use a mere 30,000 people to chase after over 100,000 tribes! It's very likely that it will end in total annihilation … Why doesn't anyone feel fear or despair? "
Aurelia bit her lip. After her initial craziness for the sake of Cuel Salas passed, she began to realize more and more how difficult it was for Duque, as well as how much courage and boldness it took to send 30,000 elites to chase after the tribes. Aurelia felt very apologetic.
Duque 'very naturally' put his hand on Aurelia's shoulder and pointed to the warriors who were practicing and listening to lectures in full swing.
"Do you know why no one is afraid? Because the scene before them gives the warriors of Stormwind a strange sense of familiarity. They feel that they have stepped into victory mode again. "
"Victory mode?" Aurelia didn't realize how close her face was to Duque.
"Yes. That is, I first prepare them mentally. Then, when they face an enemy that they know very well, they won't have any fear. "
That's right! The unknown is always frightening.
When you thoroughly understand everything about the enemy, the ferocity and terror will only be a conversation topic after a meal, rather than a heavy psychological pressure.
Duque used nagas as instructors to train batches of Stormwind warriors. Facts have repeatedly proven Duque's wisdom and foresight.
"Sir Marcus is our God of Prophecy."
"He will always lead us to victory."
"Uh, in any case, a commander who can play with the enemy leader is more reassuring than an idiot leading us."
Aurelia's long ears heard almost deified worship and trust in Duque. For some reason, Aurelia felt sweet in her heart.
Was it because of a moment of curiosity that I created the birth of a legend?
Or is this fate?
Thinking of the hardships she suffered for Duque, and thinking of how much Duque has done for her now, when her hometown is safe, how should she face Duque?
For a moment, Aurelia's heart was in chaos.
At this moment, Duque mischievously blew into Aurelia's long ears.
"Ah!?" Realizing that Duque was playing with her, Aurelia had the heart to bite Duque to death. If there were not many people watching, Aurelia swore that she would definitely teach Duque a lesson.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking, when is this damn war going to end?"
"Within this year." Duque said with absolute certainty, "When the battle of Cuel Salas is over, I will tell you my inference."
Inference, another inference.
Obviously, it was only a judgment based on intelligence, but Aurelia felt that she was fighting with a God of Fate. Incomparably relieved.
"Okay, I believe you."
When Duke easily broke through the encirclement of the troll scouts and faintly created pressure, everyone felt that the trolls were only so-so after all.
On this day, Duque's army marched for a full 80 kilometers.
Even though this was Rotterdam's territory, and even though the roads were easy to travel on, it was still an unbelievable thing.
When Orgrim learned that Duque's army was only 50 kilometers away, he gritted his teeth so hard that they almost broke.
That night, Orgrim organized a fierce counterattack.
He was prepared to let the entire tribe go out and get rid of Duque first.
However, when the tribe ran for 20 kilometers, they saw red light all over the mountains and plains. "Help! Orgrim Night Attack!" A group of strange metallic humanoids screamed.
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