Emperor of Arcane

The darkness covered by trees gradually became sunny.

The scattered trees become sparse as they get closer to the river bank.

Listening to the sound of surging water, the troll soldiers, who were almost mentally numb, couldn't help but feel tears filling their eyes.

They finally arrived at the Silver Moon River. As long as they crossed this river, they could reach the Troll Castle in one day.

Then, when they arrived at the river, all the trolls were dumbfounded.

The wooden bridge that originally spanned the river had been burned mercilessly.

Hundreds of human soldiers stood on the other side of the river openly.

The trolls who had been traveling all night couldn't help but wipe their eyes, thinking it was their imagination.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A dense sound of breaking through the air came roaring.

Dozens of trolls that were unable to dodge were instantly hit hard.

Listening to their screams, the surrounding trolls couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The angry troll hunter quickly threw short spears and tried to fight back.

However, they were somewhat embarrassed to find that the spacious Silver Moon River rejected their idea.

The thrown short spear flew more than 100 meters before falling down weakly.

It only created a splash of water on the water surface, and then disappeared!

The troll hunter who launched the attack felt quite embarrassed.

They originally thought that the soldiers on the opposite side would laugh at them, but what awaited them was deadly crossbow arrows.

The frustration of being beaten passively without being able to fight back made the troll priest furious.

They could only give the order to retreat, hide in the woods, and roar.

Looking at the surging Silver Moon River, the troll priests were quite helpless.

They are proficient in various killing techniques and spells, but they cannot build a bridge in a short time.

Unspeakable resentment permeated all the trolls.

They looked at each other and saw the irritability and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

The troll priest snorted and turned towards his enemies.

The silence speaks!

"Hurry up and cut down the tree for me! Hurry up!"

"Don't even bother me, hurry up!"

"It will be dawn soon, we can rest after crossing the river!"

"What are we going to do next? There aren't enough trees to get through!"

"Of course by boat!"

"How to sit?"

"You don't want to know!"

"..."

Seeing the movements of the trolls on the other side of the river, the soldiers who were sorting their crossbows all showed expressions of watching the show.

"Blessed are they next..."

"Haha, that's right!"

"Okay, now take aim in advance, and remember to shoot more accurately later..."

"..."

With the joint efforts of all the trolls, big trees were chopped down.

Then, the troll, who tied a rope around his waist, hugged a tree and jumped directly into the water from the upstream position.

The Gulf Territory soldiers who followed them shot them without hesitation.

The troll hiding behind the thick tree trunk struggled to dodge while swallowing his anger.

They gnashed their teeth and muttered:

"Don't wait for us to come!"

"Don't wait for us to get ashore!"

They didn't see it at all, and the soldiers who shot them had no intention of continuing to attack them.

Instead, they aimed at the trolls on the shore behind them to prevent them from approaching the shore.

More than hundreds of trolls all used this method, holding on to pieces of wood and tying ropes to jump into the water, and swam hard toward the other side of the river.

Seeing that they were about to swim to the other side, the trolls on the other side of the river let out bursts of cheers.

They stared at the human soldiers who still hadn't left, and they gnashed their teeth and cursed angrily.

Faced with their angry curses, the Gulf Territory soldiers' approach was quite simple and they allowed these trolls to swim to the other side.

But before they could assemble to attack, Beelzebub rushed over and was waiting for them on the shore.

Click!

"ah……!"

"Run!"

"Pfft..."

"Where's the guy in the back?"

"..."

The trolls that came over one after another were no match for Beelzebub, and were chopped down to the ground by him in two or three blows.

A single troll basically had no resistance to the human soldiers who formed a small group and surrounded them.

Seeing them being "delivered" to the shore one after another, Beelzebub burst out laughing involuntarily.

The loud sound made the troll on the other side of the river feel particularly angry.

They stared at the few trolls that swam past, and watched them being submerged under the siege of human soldiers, with a hint of despair emerging.

How can we cross the river?

For the troll priests, this was no problem at all. They shouted in loud voices:

"Go together!"

Their approach is simple.

Don’t you have a defensive strategy?

Can't you use various means to weaken the troll soldiers and then destroy them?

Now put them in front of you and let them kill, see how many you can kill!

Facing the manic "tactics" of the troll, even Beelzebub was unable to hold on.

With the blessing of endless anger, his combat power and attack power have been greatly improved. It is very easy to kill these out-of-state trolls.

However, this does not mean that his physical strength is unlimited!

Seeing a dense crowd of trolls, all holding a piece of driftwood, floating down from above.

There are also some unlucky ones who are directly swallowed by the turbulent undercurrent.

Seeing that the soldiers were about to be overwhelmed, Matthew closed his eyes to rest, turned to Lao Liu and Bobo, who were getting ready to attack, and said:

"Don't you want to form a combat team? You can choose your personnel now."

"Every time you kill a troll, you can choose one from the dragon-blooded murlocs or soldiers, the upper limit is 1,000!"

With unspeakable ecstasy on his face, Bobo saluted Matthew and Yaya, jumped on Lao Liu, who was twice as big as him, pulled out his slightly shiny dagger, and shouted in a high voice:

"All fishmen, attack!"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Liu took him and jumped into the Silver Moon River.

The fish-men, who had not yet landed, rushed over happily, aiming at the trolls who were only focusing on the river and ran away.

Seeing that the troll soldiers were about to land ashore in large numbers, Beelzebub ordered the soldiers to prepare to retreat, but there was an expression on his face that he was watching a good show.

At this moment, the trolls wandering on the river let out bursts of screams, and nearly a hundred trolls were dragged into the water in an instant.

The remaining trolls also realized the danger under the water, and started shouting in panic.

A troll warlord swam forward hard and was about to reach the shore.

An undercurrent surged under the water. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his feet and his whole body was dragged down into the water.

The powerful troll warlord struggled hard, waving the weapons in his hands and forcefully forcing away the enemies under his feet.

As a result, as soon as he opened his eyes, dense crowds of fishmen rushed towards him, shouting "Wow!"

He was overwhelmed instantly!

The screaming fishman was forcefully dragged under the water.

A few minutes later.

A corpse of a troll warlord with a distended belly and died of suffocation slowly emerged from the water.

Before that, hundreds of troll corpses had appeared on the water.

And the number is increasing!

The lively Silver Moon River ushered in a raging killing spree.

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