Hunter starting from Hunter World

As we all know, the bond between human beings has evolved from blood and region at the beginning to religion, culture, civilization and nation.

The humans of Azeroth, who are still in the primitive tribal system, obviously rely on blood to maintain the connections between people and families within the entire tribe.

Take the tribe where Thoradin Trollbane was born as an example. From the clan leader to the elders, almost everyone goes back several generations and is a relative without exception.

Therefore, under this type of management similar to that of a primitive big family, everyone has a particularly strong sense of identification with the tribe and is willing to risk death to fight for the benefit of the entire tribe.

When Thoradin Trollbane pointed out that if they fled instead of fighting, most of the tribe would not be able to survive the coming winter, which immediately triggered a sense of crisis hidden in the bones of all tribe members.

After all, in this land where civilized order has not yet been established, the only way to preserve its own continuation is to be more powerful and barbaric than other tribes.

Otherwise, they will either be massacred or annexed, and there is no third way.

It was in such a completely disordered environment that the tenacious, tenacious, unyielding, cunning and brave characters of the humans in the world of Azeroth were cultivated.

When danger comes, they often only need a leader to step forward and take the lead, and they can immediately move forward in the same direction.

In just about six or seven minutes, the entire tribe, ranging from twelve-year-old boys who were still slightly immature, to old men in their fifties and sixties who could still hold weapons, all stood wearing simple leather armor without exception. In the square of the residence.

Almost half of them are women.

Arturia, who is known as a genius warrior, is among them.

Yes!

woman!

Due to the tradition inherited from the Vrykul, humans in Azeroth do not regard women as weak people who need to be protected, or as tools for running housework, having children, and reproducing offspring, like the primitive clan tribes of the earth.

Just the opposite!

Women's strength, speed and reactions are no worse than men's.

With a little training, you can become an excellent warrior, hunter, or spellcaster.

It's a pity that humans still don't know what magic is because they have completely severed contact with the Vrykul created by the Titans.

When they came into contact with magic for the first time, they had to wait until Thoradin unified the human camp to establish an empire, and got in touch with the High Elf Kingdom, before they could learn how to control arcane energy from the latter.

Seeing the cold and serious expressions of these tribesmen, the young "Great Emperor" felt as if his blood was burning, and immediately asked without looking back: "Teacher, we will definitely win this war, right?"

"War is never certain, but is always accompanied by various accidents. Because no one can predict what will happen in the next second, any war is equivalent to a gamble. In addition, like this This kind of war has neither tactics nor any strategy. It is just for simple robbery and plunder. It should not be called a war, but should be more appropriately called a battle. Remember! War has a clear purpose and organization. Behavior. If you want to start a war, you need to figure out what you want and when to stop."

Allen stood behind the young Thoradin and taught him various advanced knowledge and concepts in a very low voice to help him grow quickly.

After all, he hopes that the humans of Azeroth can step onto the stage of history and establish their own civilization as soon as possible.

Otherwise, it would be really meaningless to watch the night elves hiding in the big forest and living their carefree lives all day long, while the high elf kingdom Quel'Thalas and the troll empire Amani fight each other.

"You mean... use force cautiously?" Thoradin said with strong uncertainty in his tone.

Allen smiled and shook his head: "No! I mean, you must learn to exercise restraint when using force. Force is only a means to achieve a goal, not an end. If you forget this, you will be addicted to that kind of conquest Unable to extricate themselves from the pleasure of dominance, they will inevitably lead to self-destruction.”

"Understood! But tonight, I shouldn't have to pay too much attention to this for the time being, right?"

When he said these words, the corners of young Thoradin's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile that was not easy to detect.

But soon, the smile was replaced by a serious and angry look.

He walked straight to the high platform built of logs and began to deliver a pre-war mobilization speech to all the tribal warriors present in an impassioned tone.

Seeing the ambition bursting from the eyes of this fourteen-year-old boy, Artoria couldn't help but come closer, frowned and asked: "The envoy composed of the patriarch and elders was attacked. Is it between you and him?" Conspiracy? Otherwise, I really can’t think of anyone who would rashly attack a tribal leader who controls hundreds of warriors.”

"Believe me, sometimes the truth is not so important. What is important is the results it brings. In history, anyone who is called the "Great Emperor" can never be a kind person. Thoradin naturally There is no exception. He has his own ambitions and desires, which will expand as he gains more and more power. But while satisfying his own ambitions and desires, he will also lead the entire human race towards civilization. With glory, that’s enough.”

While saying this, Allen subconsciously touched the thick iron sword hanging on his waist.

For the upcoming battle for human unification, he has been training this body for more than ten years, and today is the time to test the results.

"I knew that a dirty thing like politics would never be free from conspiracy."

Artoria was obviously not a fool, and she immediately understood the subtext of Allen's words.

The clan leader and the dead elders did not really die from any accidental attack, but from a carefully planned murder.

Only if they all die, can Thoradin stand up and play the heroic role of turning the tide in times of crisis, and then naturally become a well-deserved leader.

As for those attackers, no matter what promises they received in advance, they will now face a disaster.

Not only will they die, but the tribes behind them will also become victims of this conspiracy, and will eventually be captured and annexed.

With Thoradin's strong character, it is absolutely impossible to just be satisfied with repelling or killing the opponent.

What he wants is an excuse for war that everyone can accept, so that he can continue to grow the tribe he leads until he unifies the entire human race and establishes a country.

As a saying goes, some people spend their whole lives waiting for opportunities to come, while some people take the initiative to create opportunities themselves.

Although Thoradin is only fourteen years old this year, his mind is more mature than those of those in their fifties and sixties.

At the same time, under the influence of Allen, I know very clearly what I want and what methods I need to use to achieve my goal.

A few minutes later, when the pre-war mobilization speech ended, the entire tribe's emotions were fully aroused.

All the soldiers were divided into two teams, and veterans who had experienced many battles were placed on the bright side, preparing to withstand the first and most ferocious wave of the enemy's attacks.

Those rookies who had not experienced much fighting were arranged to ambush on the flanks of the tribal gathering place.

There is only one thing they have to do, and that is to launch a sudden attack from the flanks when the enemy's frontal attack is delayed, and cut off the opponent's retreat to ensure that as many effective forces as possible can be annihilated.

There is no doubt that this is a very simple tactic.

It's so simple that anyone who has fought a few battles can figure it out.

But there are only a few who can actually apply it in actual combat and win.

Because war requires the support of a strong intelligence system.

Especially in small-scale encounters with less than a thousand people, whose scouts can discover the opponent first and launch a bold raid often means who can win the final victory.

But Thoradin dared to divide the few tribal warriors into two parts. He did not rely on any scouts, but because he already knew who the attacker was and how many warriors he had brought with him.

In his opinion, there would be no suspense about the outcome of the upcoming battle, and he would definitely win an extremely brilliant victory.

At night, the cold wind of late autumn blew across the endless plains, making many soldiers who had been waiting for a long time shiver. However, no one complained, and they did not dare to hide in tents and light bonfires to keep warm as usual.

Everyone is waiting patiently for the enemy to arrive after a long journey.

Hard work pays off.

Just when many soldiers' hands and feet were about to freeze, there was a sudden slight vibration on the ground, and at the same time, a row of bright light spots appeared on the horizon in the distance.

You don't need to ask to know that the vibration is the effect of hundreds of horse hooves trampling on the ground, and the light spots are ignited torches.

After waiting for several hours, the enemy finally crossed the wide river not far away and was running towards the tribe's location at an extremely fast speed.

"Teacher, they are here just as you expected." Thoradin's tone was full of excitement.

Allen explained nonchalantly: "Because they had to come. These small tribes who failed to accumulate enough food and furs in the autumn, if they can't grab enough supplies before winter, then when the first heavy snow comes When the time comes, they will freeze to death or starve to death. For any creature, survival is always the first priority. This has nothing to do with right or wrong, good or evil, it is just an instinct engraved in the bones. . In addition, human beings also have various desires, ambitions and emotions. As long as you can make good use of this, you can predict the other party's thoughts and actions in advance. For example, this time, you only need to secretly reveal some Information, didn’t they just take the bait obediently?”

"Yes, in order to survive." Thoradin nodded with emotion. "Human tribes have reproduced on this land for countless generations. If they want to expand, they must unite to form a strong and unified empire. Otherwise, the endless trolls in the wilderness will become a nightmare for all humans."

"That's right! That's it. Unification creates a strong centripetal force, which can integrate more resources and defeat enemies that seemed invincible before. As long as humans unite under one flag, then we can create something that even the gods will be amazed by. A miracle. Thoradin, whether you believe it or not, it is your mission to unify the various tribes of mankind." Allen said meaningfully.

"Mission..."

Young Thoradin clenched his fists in excitement, slowly drew his weapon and walked straight to the front of all the warriors, raising his shield in a ready posture to fight.

The soldiers behind him also formed a tight infantry formation, including the spears necessary to resist the cavalry attack and the daggers used for hand-to-hand combat.

There are even more than a hundred professional archers and harpooneers in the last row.

These mature and slightly complex phalanxes are the changes brought about by the arrival of Eren and Artoria in recent years.

Compared with other human tribes that are still in a situation where they rush forward to fight in a melee, this complex large square array with multiple arms can be said to be a dimensionality reduction strike.

The only problem is that the original clan leader and elders did not understand this gap well.

So although the Phalanx was constantly training, it was never actually used.

Today, it will finally show its fangs and start the prelude to the unification of the human race.

Listening to the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near, and the light of fire along the city, Thoradin took a deep breath, raised the weapon in his hand and shouted: "Listen to my order! Stand up the spear in the front row! Raise the shield! The archers proceed. Three rounds of projectiles!”

"Spear raised! Shield raised!"

"Archers draw their bows full! Three! Two! One! Shoot!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Accompanied by the vibration of the bowstring and the sound of the arrows piercing the air, hundreds of arrows drew graceful parabolas in mid-air, falling straight in the direction of the enemy's advance.

Due to the darkness, the other party didn't notice anything at all, and instantly fell off their horses like wheat being cut down.

Most of them had their necks broken before they even had time to scream, or were trampled into pulp by the horses' hooves behind them.

"Damn it! What's going on? What happened?" The leader quickly stopped his horse and asked loudly in shock and anger.

"It's a rain of arrows! We were attacked! That tribe was not as defenseless as they said! Judging from the losses, there were at least more than a hundred archers on the other side." Another person answered loudly.

"Damn it! I can't control that much anymore! Order everyone to charge! A hundred archers can't make anything happen. I guarantee that when it is done, everyone will get a share of food that is enough to last you through the whole winter, and it will also There was enough livestock, wealth and slaves.”

The leader obviously did not see the hedgehog-like infantry phalanx standing in the darkness, thinking that the opponent only had more than a hundred archers trying to resist desperately.

Soon, under his order, this group of light cavalry, who had been hesitant at first, quickly put down their last precautions, and rushed forward with red eyes to collide with Thoradin, who was waiting for them.