From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 177 The ‘Lonely’ Traveler

The frequently oscillating sound waves in the air immediately aroused the vigilance of the ancestor spirits;

Although we still don’t know what the ancestral spirit is, as an important heritage of Toulon’s horned hoof species, its reaction is equivalent to the vigilance of the shamans in disguise.

This shock feeling was exactly the same as that of a certain type of Warcraft, and they soon realized its specific purpose and understood that they must be a communication method for the barbarians in the Black Forest.

But after all, lines are separated like mountains. Unlike trolls who base their spells on science, the spells of the horned hoof species are full of unknowns and mysteries. Most of their spell abilities are known but not why.

Therefore, even if they now understand the troll's communication method, they still have no good way to counterattack;

Faced with frequent 'signals' in the air, they only sent simple warnings to the raiding forces leaving the city, and did not make any further specific adjustments.

And this just gave the travelers who were scattered in circles an opportunity

One hundred and eighty travelers were divided into sixty groups in the vast area outside the city, and they were all hanging their pursuers in circles;

With smooth signal communication, the investigation team not only received the information about the "cavalry dispatch" from the base, but also further established connections with each other.

Although as non-witch doctors, they have obvious shortcomings in signal reception and processing capabilities and cannot sort out too much information at the same time, several groups of investigation teams that are close to each other have still successfully established directional connections.

After several messengers form a regular "fixed contact group", only one of them will be responsible for the links to the remaining "contact groups";

"There are 60 groups and 180 travelers. It's okay to go alone. Only 17 groups sent back the message. It's stupid! Arrogant!!!"

With the wind and lightning, the large group of cavalry quickly moved towards the city of New Toulon.

"Captain! Hululu~~Captain!! Hululu~~~"

The messengers at the top of the information pyramid began to communicate frequently on this issue;

Finally, a seemingly feasible plan emerged. Pull them away from the city wall and organize a counterattack to bite the Hornhoof troops out of the city.

'Group 04, the commander will not give permission, please calm down.'

Big Tusk ignored the two angry females. He was born as an old-school troll. In his nearly two hundred years of life, he had seen many tribe members behave like this in the first one hundred and fifty years;

The new sect may not understand, but in fact the choices made by the Far Walkers at this moment are the character that the trolls in his memory should have.

"Stop talking nonsense and send it to the command center quickly. This news cannot be delayed."

Gradually, the investigation teams began to show signs of gathering together.

There are two most important pieces of information known. One is that the expeditionary cavalry is already on its way to help, and the other is that the horned hoof species' reconnaissance methods are too powerful.

"Are these guys crazy?"

And under such layer upon layer, several "big pyramids" with multiple "small pyramids" inside gradually took shape, and planning for joint operations began.

"oh oh."

But the trolls didn't feel any distress at all. They just clamped the moose's flanks fiercely, and the whips in their hands crackled in the air, constantly urging their crotch partners to continue to accelerate.

"It's useless. Seventy percent of the team has agreed to engage in the battle. I can't persuade them anymore."

‘Group 04, suggestion reporting base;’

After an uncontrollable chuckle, he shook his head and ordered,

"Then what do we do?"

"Well, I'm a little scared."

Looking at the gleaming eyes of the messenger when he spoke, Kunna felt a little confused, 'This guy also wants to fight, right?' she thought.

'Group 09, please keep silent, Group 04. This is a collective decision.'

"That has to be said. If the cavalry can't keep up, won't our work be in vain? The consequences will be more serious!" Kunna advised again.

Of course, this does not mean that Big Tooth approves of this behavior, he is just used to it, so he cannot get angry at all at this time.

Nearly five hundred cavalrymen were galloping through the fields at this time. The poor wheat seedlings were trampled by the herds of moose and were destroyed along the way.

"Instruct the communication team of the cavalry team to accompany the army and ask Daba to speed up and start exchanging information with the Far Travelers. Since we want to fight, we must cooperate and fight well."

".Okay, you're right."

"Whether the result this time is good or bad, the Far Travelers must accept punishment. I can still consider punishing those who were directly involved on the front line, but you two, be prepared mentally, the parliament will not

Negligently."

The shouts, accompanied by the strange sound of the wind blowing into the entrance, sounded from not far behind. Daba, who was riding a large sub-leader moose, turned his head and looked back at his partner who was flying fast under his crotch. What caught his eye was the companion of the team.

members of the communications team.

"It's good to think so, haha! I'm already looking forward to it!"

'Group 07, negative, we want to fight.'

The two large tents were not far apart. In less than a minute, the information was sent to the command center, making Cui Wenli and Zhuo Erni immediately blush.

"Understood. They should be punished. Since they won't remember long after being hit by military sticks, the worse they can be beaten, the better. These arrogant guys should know how to feel sorry for them, right? It's best to do it in front of all the travelers.

Take off your pants and hang them up, and give us a good beating!"

"I'm afraid that the commander will beat me when I go back."

‘Tap tap tap!’ ‘Tap tap tap!’

Faced with these two pieces of information that could influence each other, the clever messengers began to have 'ambitions' in their minds.

They understood that once the moose cavalry approached to a certain extent, the horned hoofed species would most likely choose to retreat to the city and continue to huddle;

This is equivalent to the expeditionary force losing an opportunity for a large-scale annihilation war.

"clear!"

The enemy had 750 hornhoofs and the Farstriders had 180 trolls. The ratio of 4 to 1 made them a little excited, and they immediately turned their "heartbeat" into "action".

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After the number of moose they owned began to increase rapidly, the tribe no longer refused to choose mounts as before. Now only the strongest and boldest moose will be recruited to join the army and become the partners of the cavalry.

Knowing that it might be a base contact, he immediately slowed down the moose, got out of the way of the cavalry behind him, and fell behind the messenger apprentice.

After summoning the apprentice to leave as ordered, Big Tooth said to the two female officers,

"What else can I do? I can only participate. Is it possible to escape?"

"Ah? What are you afraid of?"

So, 'Can we delay it? How to delay it?' This idea naturally appeared in the minds of the trolls who were fanatical about fighting.

Five kilometers away from the city in the south, Kunna's group 04 came here in a roundabout way;

At this time, the messenger angrily bit the fat strip in his mouth and cursed in a low voice, "These reckless people! They know how to act without authorization! Damn it!!"

"Are they still unwilling to give up?" Kunna asked worriedly.

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New base, communication account

In just a few minutes, 17 identical messages from the front line arrived. The communications apprentices looked at the "Declaration of Walking Alone" in their hands in disbelief and felt dizzy.

"Since you can't persuade me, let's send a message to the base and ask them to send the news to the cavalry in time. At least we need to form effective cooperation."

"What's up?"

"It's news from the base, from the Far Traveler...this and that"

"Okay! Okay! Good guy! This is right!" Daba, who was not angry but happy, urged his crotch partner, controlled his body forward and backward, and shouted loudly to his subordinates over and over again,

"Brothers! The Farstriders will help us hold back the damn Hornhoof!! Speed ​​up! Charge!!!!"

"Oooo!!!"

(End of chapter)