Emperor of Arcane

Whoops!

The dark green Ma Youfu's acid arrow hit the chest of a troll with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The troll, who had been hit hard, felt his whole body go limp as Beelzebub took a step forward and struck him on the neck with an axe.

Smelling the fresh and bloody smell of the troll, Beelzebub glanced at the squeaking wound on the opponent's chest, feeling a slight chill in his heart.

"Is this the power of the Arcanist? Compared with those in the Eastern Empire, it is no worse..."

Beelzebub originally thought that he and others would become cannon fodder in battle like other members of his race.

Unexpectedly, what was waiting for him was what he considered to be very rigorous training.

What made Beelzebub feel the most uncomfortable was the old instructor with white hair.

Although the opponent is old and frail, his combat experience and skills are particularly terrifying.

After being beaten several times, Beelzebub had to obey his orders, restrain his people, obey orders, and train hard.

In the subsequent training, Beelzebub and other barbarian soldiers received unprecedented sophisticated weapons and equipment.

When Beelzebub took over the two-handed ax from the hands of instructor Arnold, who recognized his training performance as a reward.

Beelzebub was deeply shocked by an indescribable touch.

A complete set of metal armor and handy weapons made of fine iron. In the eyes of Beelzebub and other barbarian soldiers, these are good things that only the best warriors of the barbarian army can obtain.

Beelzebub once had doubts as to why the lord was so kind to these barbarian soldiers?

Is it just to let them grow into better cannon fodder?

The old instructor Arnold gave an answer that surprised him:

"Ha, never use your own ideas to speculate on a mysterious and powerful arcanist."

"Working hard to improve your strength and combat effectiveness is the only choice to repay your lord."

"To put it bluntly, even if you all escape now and return to your original territory, your life will not be better than here."

Although these words were a bit unpleasant, they silenced all the barbarian soldiers.

The lord who bought them not only did not tie them up and imprison them, but gave them many things they had never seen before.

Since then, Beelzebub and the other barbarian soldiers, who did not want to think too much, also settled down.

After all, they have lost too much.

In Bay Village, although they are all considered as family units, they are separated and live in scattered places.

A stable and far more "rich" life than before has allowed them to gradually accept this result.

They are extremely satisfied that they can have enough food for the whole family without being exposed to the sun or wind.

In fact, many barbarian soldiers were a little scared and worried. They worked particularly hard in training, fearing that the lord would be dissatisfied and lose their life.

Therefore, every barbarian soldier has high morale and the determination to dare to fight any enemy!

boom!

Beelzebub took a step forward, brandished his axe, and attacked from behind, successfully cutting down a troll and saving a fallen soldier.

The latter gave him a thumbs up and was dragged to the back. He drank a bottle of blood-activating potion in one gulp and regained his composure.

Only then did Beelzebub remember that he also had three bottles of blood-activating potions stored in his waist. These were truly life-saving things!

"Can I, an ordinary soldier, take mysterious and expensive alchemical potions?"

In the past, Beelzebub would not have thought this way, and would even have thought it was a waste for the lord, but now he looks away!

"Anyway, my life belongs to the lord, just obey his orders until the end of my life!"

Angela, who was commanding from the rear, couldn't help but shake her head when she saw the trolls and barbarian soldiers fighting on their own.

"We still need to continue to strengthen training..."

However, she was also satisfied with the combat effectiveness and will of the barbarian soldiers, and patiently directed other soldiers to cooperate with the barbarian soldiers in launching attacks.

Anyway, the opponent's fighting method is simple, and making corresponding simple changes can have better results.

Listening to the pleasant kill prompts, Matthew also saw the simple cooperation between the barbarian soldiers and other soldiers.

"It seems that the idea of ​​transforming barbarian soldiers into heavy infantry is not bad, but this is just the beginning..."

"And barbarian soldiers are far better at attacking than at defending. Considering that they prefer heavy weapons, maybe..."

"Wait, where are the other trolls?"

Suddenly, a little uneasiness emerged in his heart. He turned to look into the distance, and Matthew's expression changed slightly.

The hundreds of trolls that ran out of the valley did not swim across the river, but disappeared into the dense forests on both sides.

Yaya, who was lying down just now, raised his head very vigilantly, stared at the right with his vertical pupils, and said solemnly:

"There are more than 100 stronger trolls rushing towards us."

"The hundreds of trolls that have come around are shrinking their encirclement..."

Detour?

Surrounded?

So these trolls in front of us are just bait?

After touching Yaya's head, Matthew smacked his lips with emotion:

"In order to eat us in one bite, the trolls were willing to sacrifice more than 100 trolls. It's really interesting..."

Although his tone was casual, Matthew was secretly alerting himself.

Although the first few battles went smoothly, it does not mean that we can take it lightly. This is the real world, not a game that can be repeated.

Despite being a little nervous about the troll's plot, Matthew doesn't look alarmed.

Maintaining a mysterious and powerful persona is very important!

After reminding Angela, he looked at the 20 remaining trolls by the river and raised his staff without hesitation.

Boom!

The trolls that were pushed to the river by the soldiers were hit hard by the fireball spell, and four more trolls fell down in an instant.

These trolls struggled wildly and resisted.

The soldiers rushed forward, preparing to kill another group of trolls before they arrived.

Both sides are racing against time!

At this moment, hundreds of heavily armed tall trolls, with shrill howls, entered the battlefield from the right.

Matthew knew that there were hundreds of trolls in the woods on the left, running towards them.

Angela, who had been reminded, did not show any panic and spoke to calm the soldier's mood:

"Don't panic, teams two and three will continue to attack, while teams one and four will retreat and line up to rest."

Even after nearly a month of training, he could quickly break away from the fierce battle and regroup.

There are still considerable difficulties for the soldiers in front of them.

When they finally regrouped, hundreds of trolls were already rushing towards them.

Moreover, hundreds of trolls appeared on the left side more than 100 meters away.

Matthew and the soldiers are surrounded!

The adventurers who were still fighting with the troll not far away accidentally saw this scene and showed horrified expressions.

At this time, the adventurers behaved quite complicatedly.

A part of me was retreating, ready to withdraw from the battle at any time and run away.

Some wanted to come over to support, but due to the number and power of the trolls, they fell on the outside.

The largest part chooses to wait and see. Once the fighting situation goes bad, they will decisively turn around and leave.

If you are an adventurer, the risk is too high, so you definitely won’t catch a cold!

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