Emperor of Arcane

The leisurely cold wind blew away the withered yellow leaves.

Spring comes a little late in the dark forest.

A faint fishy smell mixed with the cold wind blew from the lake.

There was a faint smell of blood in the houses made of stones.

Several strong trolls walked towards the largest stone house, ignoring the light of the scarlet moon.

The death screams and roars of the bison soon came from inside.

They carried bison carcasses weighing hundreds of kilograms and delivered them to one stone house after another.

Soon, a fire ignited inside, and the aroma of barbecue wafted out.

The troll was smoking dried meat, apparently preparing to store grain.

This is not common among trolls, because they always only care about this meal and ignore the next meal. Sometimes they become lazy and starve for a day or two.

To smoke dried meat like this, you must have received some orders.

At this moment, a scorching and dazzling red light flew from the darkness.

With a "boom", the broken wall was smashed.

Two or three stone houses were destroyed together.

Amidst the roar of the explosion, the panicked trolls fled away.

Before they could react, crossbow arrows as dark as rain were covering their heads and faces.

Whoops!

"ah……!"

"Run!"

"Where is the enemy?"

"Kill out!"

"rush!!"

"..."

The unsuspecting trolls were immediately suppressed and unable to move.

Occasionally, a few warriors who rushed out were shot by crossbow arrows contaminated with paralysis agent, and fell to the ground after a few hits.

Before they could see who the attacker was, heavily armed soldiers strode in.

One by one, they took hammers and demolished the stone houses blocking the road in a few clicks.

Before the troll inside could react, he was hit by a crossbow arrow flying out from behind the heavily armored soldier.

The trolls fell to the ground one after another, unable to make any waves at all.

The Gulf Territory soldiers were not in a hurry to advance. They knocked down all the stone houses step by step and captured all the trolls inside.

Their speed is very fast, and their movements are extremely skillful and decisive.

The huge movement naturally caused a commotion among the trolls.

Many trolls could not suppress the fear in their hearts and tried to flee around.

As soon as they rushed out of the house, they were hit by crossbow arrows flying from the dark.

After struggling only twice, he fainted and fell to the ground.

Facts have proved that the era of relying solely on talent and individual ability to fight has passed.

These trolls fell like wheat and were put into cages by the Gulf Territory soldiers.

The huge pressure caused thousands of trolls to hide and not dare to come out.

The Gulf Territory soldiers did not wait any longer and pushed forward. In just half an hour, nearly half of the stone houses were eliminated.

Seeing this scene, Matthew's eyes fell on the soldiers who were moving very neatly.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, they all wore cloaks and masks on their faces to hide their original identities.

Their bodies are also taller and stronger than before, which is far from their original fighting style.

Can conceal their information to a certain extent.

That's right, they were the same group of soldiers who underwent intensive surgery as John Sr., Arnold, and Field.

Because they were older or had been seriously injured, they voluntarily underwent surgery.

The first and second surgeries have been completed, and he has completely adapted to his new body. Naturally, it is necessary to record real combat data.

If you want to get enough data, you have to fight with real guns on the battlefield.

The troll stronghold in front of them only numbered a thousand, and less than half of the soldiers were able to fight.

Just let them practice their skills.

The effect is really good. With the advantages of strength and physique,

Ordinary trolls are no match for them, and even elite trolls cannot pose much of a threat to them.

Just when Matthew thought the battle was about to end.

A shrill roar spread throughout the surroundings.

A strange bloody halo began to spread around.

The trolls hiding in the house seemed to have been stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and they howled like wild beasts.

Wild aura.

Significantly improves the morale of all friendly units within 200 meters.

If morale is too low, their wildness will be aroused, causing them to lose their minds and fall into madness!

The red-eyed trolls roared out of the stone house and charged against the scarlet moon.

The sudden charge, and even the paralyzing crossbow bolts triggered immediately, failed to stop them.

Beelzebub, who took the lead, smiled coldly and shouted directly:

"Raise your sword and charge me!"

The heavily armored soldiers immediately put down their hammers, pulled out the reduced and lengthened Mo Dao from their waists, and rushed away like a strong wind.

As soon as they approached the troll, they swung their swords uniformly and slashed out instantly.

The neat Mo Dao looks like it was practiced in vain.

The trolls that rushed up fell to the ground like chopped wheat.

A troll without any armor or weapons, holding at most a thick wooden stick, how could it be their opponent?

However, due to the large number of trolls that rushed up immediately, the smaller number of soldiers could not block them all.

There were also scattered trolls surrounding him from both sides. They stared with scarlet eyes and howled like beasts.

Before they could get close, the Gulf Territory elites, led by Lyon, had already swarmed up.

The elites of the Gulf Territory, whose average challenge level exceeds 10+, are no longer as strong as they were a few months ago.

They did not use crossbows or paralyzing toxins, but each used their own best methods to quickly resolve the battle.

Half an hour later.

The billowing smoke gradually rose, and the returning Gulf Territory soldiers burned the troll stronghold into a white field.

This will not attract the attention of other trolls, because that is the noise they make when smoking dried meat.

the following few days.

The special forces led by Matthew eliminated the trolls' forces and strongholds in this area one by one.

Using elite troops to mow down ordinary enemies is basically a flat push all the way.

Even if you occasionally encounter the elite among the trolls, they are no more than a pair of fists that can defeat four hands. If you struggle, you will become Matthew's prisoner.

The stronger the enemy, the more contributions they can make to Matthew's "experiment".

But this time, Matthew did not appear as himself, but as a mysterious arcanist who had been in seclusion for a long time.

After all, Matthew needs to sit in the Troll Castle and take charge of war and logistics matters.

What's even more interesting is that the phantom clone created by Matthew has a height of 9 meters after completing the surgical transformation.

His tall and muscular figure can be seen at a glance to be different from the original one.

It was not until this moment that the elite soldiers who underwent transformation suddenly realized.

"No wonder the lord knows this extraordinary transformation technology. It turns out there is a precedent!"

"It's really completely different from before. I didn't expect that I would become so strong in my lifetime!"

"Haha, it's so enjoyable. I can go head-to-head with the trolls."

"The effect of the surgery is really good. How many more surgeries are there next?"

"I don't know, but the next surgery may be in more than a month."

"Then it should be too late to keep up with this war..."

"Maybe we will use the experience of this war as everyone's surgical standard?"

"It is indeed possible..."

Matthew, who was looking at the map, heard everyone's excited discussion and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"Sure enough, the strengthening effect can solve all the troubles..."

"However, corresponding psychological counseling still cannot be relaxed..."

"After all, this is just a few surgeries and the power that most people can gain."

"..."

At this moment, an urgent spell communication came, and Matthew opened it and took a look:

"A troll force of 5,000 people is heading southeast..."