Broad World

Although most of the dark elves are chaotic and evil, their efficiency is not low at all. After just a few minutes, a large group of soldiers rushed forward, regardless of gender, and all of them tore off their clothes. Anyone who dared to resist was immediately beaten. In the face of the threat of violence, even the most reserved girl can only succumb to the abuse. Fortunately, they looked down on humans at all, and nothing like rape happened.

It didn't take long for most people to quickly understand the meaning, and honestly lined up in neat square formations, not daring to move when they stood still. Because the movement is slightly deformed, it will be a whip immediately, and the painful feeling is not at all human beings can bear.

Looking at the faces mixed with anger and shame, the corners of Henry's mouth turned up slightly to reveal a smile. It seemed that these people were not as unbearable as they imagined. Although they didn't dare to resist, at least they still retained a little self-esteem. For soldiers, nothing is more important than this.

The reason why he did it was to arouse the anger and unwillingness hidden in everyone's heart. Those tattered clothes are equivalent to the last fig leaf. Once they are stripped naked, they will have the illusion of being forced to the edge of a cliff psychologically. At this time, it is very easy for them to forget their fears, stimulate all the potential in their bodies, and no matter what they do, they will get twice the result with half the effort. Henry simply doesn't have enough time for much training. So the simpler the better. In particular, the pike phalanx has obvious combat advantages over the dark elves' traditional squads. As long as the formation is kept stable, one round of attack can cause heavy losses to the enemy.

After all, no matter how powerful a fighter is, it would be difficult to avoid the forest of guns stabbing from the front, and the city of Ust-Nasa is not like the surface, where there is an open terrain that can be rounded and outflanked, and there is no second choice other than head-to-head.

Mistress Xingdela on the balcony on the second floor couldn't help but nodded slightly when she saw this scene: "That's right, it's better than expected. Maybe these human slaves might really bring us victory."

"I have my doubts about this. Look at the trembling appearance of those human beings under the whip. I am afraid that they will be frightened immediately when they meet real dark elf fighters. They may be not bad coolies, but they are absolutely impossible to be qualified. Soldiers." Ista saw the key point at a glance, and pointed it out. Of course, this hidden fight will not cause violent conflicts, because one of them is the eldest son and a mage, and the other is a martial art master and a warrior. Whether it's occupation or position, it doesn't matter much, it's just to get more attention from the mistress. That's all.

Xing Dela was very aware of his son's little thoughts, shook his head lightly and warned: "Don't underestimate Nim. Although he has a very arrogant personality, he is very talented in terms of talent. I'm afraid there are not many people in the whole city. Can it be compared? Look at the formations that humans are training, if you attack from the front, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble for the opponent. Only the fear you mentioned, I think he must have a way to solve this problem. "

Istar smiled in disbelief: "Then let us wait and see."

As the magic ring of fire on the stone pillar in the center of Uster Natha City dimmed again, the night in the ground finally came. Human beings who have been drilled all day can finally stop to have a hot meal and sleep well. In order to ensure that no one would die suddenly during high-intensity training, the food rations were sufficient, and they were not given a meal for two to three days like other slaves.

But they still had no clothes, so they just lay naked on the ground and fell asleep drowsily. The temperature in the Underdark is constant, neither too cold nor too hot, so there's no need to worry about anyone getting sick.

After a simple dinner, Henry did not, like others, either find an opposite sex to vent his exuberant experience, or go back to his room to sleep soundly. Instead, he bypassed the guards and came to the gate while everyone was not paying attention. Dungeon with cave trolls.

These terrifying monsters have obviously escaped the control of magic. When they saw a living creature, they immediately stood up excitedly, clawing desperately across the cage with their two sharp claws, and let out a low growl of unknown meaning from their mouths. His eyes gleamed hideously, and saliva trickled down his stinking mouth.

Looking at the sharp claws less than a foot away from his eyes, Henry not only didn't get nervous, but laughed out: "Hehe, it's really a creature loyal to primitive instincts, no wonder it has such a powerful regenerative ability and is still treated as a slave and cannon fodder. Sorrow, now let me grant you new life."

As he spoke, he immediately took out a small bottle of crimson liquid and pulled out the cork, followed by the sound of chanting a spell that echoed in the dark dungeon.

This magical syllable caused every cave troll to temporarily forget all instincts and stand there silently. As the speed of the incantation became faster and faster, the medicine in the bottle began to boil slowly, and it didn't take long before it turned into a red mist and evaporated, soon filling every corner.

"Hoo... ph... ph... ph..." The cave troll's rapid and heavy breathing quickly overwhelmed the spell. They greedily inhaled a large amount of red mist, and after a few minutes, they began to twitch all over, and their blood vessels exploded, like an earthworm crawling around under the skin, which looked very terrifying.

Henry ignored the weirdness of these monsters, and continued to sing spells intently. At the same time, he took out many strange things from his pocket, such as bat wings, a small handful of gold sand, mouse tails, vampire teeth, etc. as spellcasting Material. The whole process lasted enough for half an hour. When the last step was completed, all the red mist in the room rushed into the nostrils and mouth of the cave troll, and nothing was wasted.

After all this was done, he breathed a sigh of relief. Wiping the sweat from his forehead. He nervously observed the situation in the cage. I saw that the cave troll's thick layer of fat was burning rapidly. In just thirty seconds, he lost a lot of weight, and at the same time, his rubber-like skin began to become dull, and it also reflected a metallic luster, making it look like he was wearing a piece of armor.

"The body shape and skin are fine, now only intelligence is left, I hope there will be no accidents." Henry squinted his eyes and muttered to himself. The magical ritual he had just performed was designed to transform these mindless cave trolls into wiser, more cunning war trolls.

Of course, it's not easy. Generally speaking, mages and warlocks will choose forest trolls that are small and relatively easy to control and capture. Mountain trolls and cave trolls are too powerful, because they require a very high level of spellcasting and have a relatively low success rate, so few people do this.

But once it succeeds, there are quite a lot of benefits. After all, there is a huge gap between the height of 2.5 meters and 3 meters, and the basic qualities such as strength, regeneration speed, agility, and vitality are much higher than the average. Once such a fighter appears On the battlefield, it is definitely a nightmare for everyone.

Maybe it takes a long time for brain modification, or it may be that the intelligence of cave trolls is too low. In short, it took more than an hour before they were slowly picked up from the ground. The gaze in the eyes is no longer cloudy, and the saliva no longer flows from the mouth.

After observing the surrounding environment, these fearsome monsters all made surprising moves. Without hesitation, they knelt down on one knee and shouted out a word in stammering troll language: "Master!"

"Great master, thank you for giving us wisdom and new life." A cave troll who looked like a leader said very respectfully.

Although war trolls have independent personalities and thoughts, they are absolutely loyal to their creators and will never betray. They are magical creations born for war and killing, and have no interest in other things.

In the long history of Faerun Continent, most of these guys appeared sporadically, because trolls are difficult to capture, and transformation rituals also require a lot of money, so they are not very popular with spellcasters. A mage would rather spend a fortune creating a golem than use a war troll.

However, in the only few records, it can be seen that once the war trolls join a certain side in large numbers, then this army will definitely win.

Henry felt that one of the reasons why no mage was willing to manufacture in large quantities was the huge appetite of these guys. As pure carnivores, they have to eat a piece of meat that is about the same as their own weight in a day, 360 kilograms, which is simply unbearable for a world with generally low productivity.

You must know that even if you raise war cavalry dragons, there will not be much more than this, and the gap between giant beast cavalry and troll infantry is not generally large.

But war trolls still have great value. They are different from their own kind. They can not only learn superb martial arts, but also skillfully use various tactics. Some guys with relatively high intelligence can even become excellent generals. Most importantly, their bodies have undergone magical transformation, and they are not afraid of flames like ordinary trolls. Their only weakness is strong acid.

As we all know, there is no outstanding industrial system on Faerun Continent, which means that things like sulfuric acid, hydrochloric acid, and nitric acid cannot be produced in large quantities, and ordinary people except spellcasters have no ability to refine and synthesize them. Therefore, there are not many natural enemies of war trolls, and most of the time, they can defeat many difficult opponents with just the terrifying regenerative ability.

No fighter likes to fight against monsters with regenerative abilities, because these guys don't care if they get hurt at all. It was precisely because of this that Henry decided to get a group of war trolls to deal with a large number of slaves and cannon fodder, especially those kobolds and goblin families who couldn't be killed no matter what...