Hunter starting from Hunter World

"The arrow rain is coming!

"Raise your shield!"

"Raise your shield quickly!"

Accompanied by hoarse roars, the coalition soldiers raised their inferior shields made of wood and leather, gathered nearby and squatted down to huddle up, trying to reduce or even avoid the damage that arrows might cause to themselves.

After all, they just have relatively primitive thinking and a serious lack of discipline. They are not really stupid.

But unfortunately, these people did not know that the long-range crossbowmen of the Arathor Empire no longer used the original arrowheads made of bone, stone and bronze, but instead used steel arrowheads with extremely strong penetrating power.

Its appearance and the raw materials and processes required for refining it were all handled by Allen himself.

Not to mention the light shield made of wood and leather, even the heavy shield wrapped in double iron sheets may not be able to completely block it.

And in order to convince the nobles of the empire to use the few fine steels on arrowheads instead of making melee weapons or armor, Thoradin spent a lot of time.

Now, it finally demonstrates its desperate power.

There was no surprise. When the arrows fell from the sky and struck the surface of the shield, almost no shield could block these armor-piercing heavy arrows.

In just a few seconds, thousands of unlucky people fell to the ground screaming, more or less with a few arrows stuck in their bodies.

Those who were lucky enough to get a direct hit were killed on the spot.

Those unfortunate ones need to endure great pain and try to pull the arrows out of their bodies, otherwise they will be unable to move at all and will only be killed by the next round of arrow rain in severe pain, or they will be killed slowly. Slowly drain the last drop of blood and die.

Obviously, before the establishment of the Arathor Empire, there had never been such a terrifying long-range weapon in the war between human tribes.

In fact, humans in the tribal era prefer to use close-range throwing weapons such as javelins and throwing axes when fighting.

As for bows and arrows, they need to be used in conjunction with poison for hunting.

When it comes to fighting, the main thing is to get close and fight hand-to-hand to determine the winner.

But now, these tribal coalition forces suddenly discovered that Thoradin's army was completely different from what they imagined. Just one round of projectiles dealt an unimaginable heavy blow to their own side.

Just look at the soldiers who were charging forward with high morale just a few seconds ago, but now they are retreating like a tide, and you will know how fearful they are in their hearts.

Coupled with the wounded soldiers who were stranded in the same place and kept wailing, everyone was stunned and didn't know how to command next.

Because in the cognition of these tribal leaders, there is no "experience" in dealing with such situations.

When they rule and make decisions on a daily basis, they often rely most on the "experience" left by their predecessors.

This is why each tribe will elect several elders to provide the leader with necessary advice when needed.

The "experience and lessons" accumulated by a tribe are passed down bit by bit through these elderly people.

But right now, this kind of arrow rain that can bring death and despair has never appeared before.

There is no so-called "experience" to draw from.

"Damn it! Did that guy named Thoradin get help from the gods? Why can his blacksmith make such sharp arrows?" A tribal leader tightly clutched an arrow that had just been dug out of the thigh of his warrior. Arrow asked through gritted teeth.

Especially the strange-shaped arrow tip, which is completely different from the flat arrows used by their tribe for hunting.

Obviously, this thing is specially designed to penetrate strong armor and shields.

Only arrows like this could cause the terrifying rain of death arrows just now.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the arrows used in ordinary tribal battles to penetrate shields or hard leather armor.

Moreover, the triangular end of the arrow tip has a sharp barb.

The unlucky guy who just pulled out the arrow by force has now fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

He didn't realize at all how terrible the tearing of muscles and blood vessels would be caused by pulling out the arrow rashly.

As a result, he accidentally cut open a large artery and the bleeding continued, and he was probably going to die in a few seconds.

This phenomenon did not occur in just one or two people, but in more than 70% of the people who forcibly pulled out the arrows, they experienced life-threatening bleeding.

Since no one in the human race has yet dreamed of Naaru, the power of the Holy Light has not yet been mastered, and there are no priests who have the ability to heal. When encountering this kind of bleeding situation, basically there is no other choice but to wait for death. There is no other treatment at all.

"Sorry, we don't know much about Thoradin and the Arathor Empire he founded. But one thing is for sure, if we fail this time, our tribe will disappear completely. Are you willing to see your wives and children? Are you going to become a slave? Are you willing to see the land you live on being occupied and the wealth, food and livestock you have accumulated taken away?" Another tribal leader asked loudly at the top of his voice.

You don’t need to ask to know that he was trying to boost morale and restore the fighting spirit of despairing warriors by describing the horrific consequences of defeat.

No one is a real fool.

All the tribal leaders present knew very well that these ordinary warriors and civilians might not be pardoned after defeat and would be absorbed into the Arathor Empire as subjects, but those who took the initiative to lead the resistance would definitely be killed without mercy. die.

So there is no way out for them.

Even if it is a desperate gamble, it must not be taken lightly.

Soon, after a short discussion, the coalition finally launched another attack.

Learning from the tragic results of rushing upwards in a chaotic swarm, they were a little "smarter" this time. They first let the cavalry attack from both wings, hoping to attract the attention of the enemy archers with their speed.

The infantry were all dispersed to prevent being massacred by the dense rain of arrows.

I have to say that this method is really effective, and I didn't even suffer any long-range hits during the charge.

the reason is simple!

Emperor Thoradin would never waste his precious arrows on such a rabble.

But the price is that when they rush into the infantry square, they immediately suffer a devastating blow.

From contact to collapse, he didn't even hold on for five minutes, and he fell into a full-scale rout again. He was bitten by his opponent and couldn't escape.

As for the light cavalry on both wings, they were lifted up and beaten by the archers formed by the Arathor Empire.

Can neither catch up nor escape.

I could only watch helplessly as my companions around me were continuously hit by arrows, and then led off the horse.

As the number of soldiers became smaller and smaller, some soldiers' subconscious survival instinct began to kick in. They threw away their weapons, dismounted, and knelt on the ground in an extremely humble posture, begging the enemy to forgive themselves.

Similarly, the infantry on the front battlefield of the coalition forces also began to abandon their weapons in batches and choose to surrender.

There is no doubt that this cannot be called a war at all. It is more like the Arathor Empire giving a vivid military lesson to these humans who are still in the tribal era.

Tell them that only by abandoning the ignorant traditions of the past and embracing the empire can they become stronger and resist the increasingly frequent trolls in the north.

Of course, in this one-sided battle, many tenacious and brave warriors emerged from the coalition forces.

They are not only rich in combat experience, but also highly skilled. They can often defeat an enemy with one enemy without falling behind.

Whenever she finds such a person, Artoria will take the initiative and convince the person with the sword in her hand that she will swear to serve the empire.

By the end of the war, Thoradin had not only gained hundreds of thousands of people, as well as the land, wealth, and livestock they occupied, but he had also gained the loyalty of more than a hundred powerful warriors.

These warriors, without exception, were canonized as royal knights on the spot and were under the direct command of the emperor himself.

"It's finally over! From now on, all humans will be united under one flag." Thoradin said with high spirits.

"No! It's not the end! It's just the beginning! Don't forget, unifying mankind is just the first step in your huge plan, and the next step is the real test." Allen corrected meaningfully.

Thoradin nodded quickly: "You are right. In the next ten years, we will multiply the population, accumulate food and livestock, mine mines and build more agricultural tools, weapons and equipment to compete with the cruel people in the north. Prepare for the decisive battle with the bloodthirsty trolls. But before that, I have one more thing to do, and that is to stabilize and balance the situation within the empire through political marriage. To put it simply, I want to marry a queen."

"Oh? Who do you plan to marry?" Allen had an unexpected expression on his face.

"The daughter of a tribal leader who can bring me huge political benefits. This tribe has a large number of stonemasons who can help me build a wall, a magnificent and strong wall to withstand attacks from trolls."

When he said these words, Thoradin's tone did not waver at all, as if building this magnificent city wall was the key, and marrying a wife was just an additional condition.

This awareness alone is enough to prove that he is a mature emperor and knows how to use his status to make some exchanges of interests.

"Build a wall?"

Allen's mind instantly flashed to the "Thoradin's Wall" that separated the Arathi Highlands and the Hillsbrad Hills.

He originally thought that the construction of this city wall would not start until the empire's capital city, Rapids, was completed at least a few years later.

But who would have thought that Thoradin would be so impatient.

Perhaps it was the intelligence about the trolls that had been collected before that gave this talented and strategic emperor a sense of crisis.

After all, compared with the Amani Empire, the new human empire was as fragile as a baby.

At this time, it is undoubtedly a good idea to build a city wall for defense in a dangerous place.

Thinking of this, Allen immediately agreed: "Wise choice. Relying on this impenetrable city wall, we can expand to areas outside the city wall and establish immigration strongholds. If we encounter small-scale trolls, we will show no mercy. Kill them. If you encounter a large-scale troll invasion, withdraw all humans in the settlements to defend themselves within the city walls. Repeatedly, you can not only reduce the number of trolls, but also compress their living space, forcing them to Keep shrinking deeper into the forest.”

"I think so too. However, building this wall will require a lot of financial, manpower and material resources. With the empire's current fragile finances, it simply cannot be sustained for a long time. I need your help, teacher." Thoradin spoke straightforwardly without any disguise. A request was made.

Because in his eyes, this teacher who taught him knowledge since he was a child and called him a teacher is almost omniscient and omnipotent.

If you encounter an unsolvable problem, you can definitely get the perfect solution by looking for Allen.

Looking at the expectant eyes of the first emperor in human history in the world of Azeroth, Allen couldn't help but smile and responded: "Actually, the method is very simple, that is to send troops to capture the trolls and fish within our control. People put shackles on them and force them to perform overloaded labor. Trolls, in particular, have unimaginable self-recovery capabilities and can adapt to very heavy physical labor without dying easily. In addition, they have food to eat. Human beings have traditions, so they will never refuse to include murlocs and their kind in their diet. The same principle applies to murlocs. In short, by creating hatred between trolls and murlocs, make them hate each other more than they hate each other. Human beings can supervise each other and avoid riots to the greatest extent."

"You mean...capture trolls and fishmen as slaves, and then use them as food for each other?" Thoradin had an extremely shocked expression on his face.

He originally thought that his heart was dark enough, but now compared with the teacher, he looks like a kind and good person.

What is cruelty?

What is viciousness?

This is!

Arturia, who heard these words next to her, stared at Allen as if she were a monster.

But Allen didn't care about this. He just shrugged indifferently and explained: "You should know that the Arathi Highlands are not peaceful right now, and there are still many troll tribes operating nearby. Those fishmen are more No matter how hard you kill them, you can't kill them cleanly, which seriously threatens the safety of rivers and coastlines. And my method can just solve all the problems at once. And during the capture process, you can also use veterans to lead new recruits. Let all armies maintain combat effectiveness. If the nobles and merchants discover that these trolls and fishmen can be used as slaves, they will definitely capture them and trade them. In this way, the empire can also collect part of the tax from them to alleviate the current situation. Financial constraints."

"Damn it! My dear teacher, you are really a terrible devil. Well, I agree with your suggestion. Anyway, people like you and me will go to hell sooner or later after death."

While complaining, Thoradin took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote down the detailed process of the matter, preparing to take action immediately after returning to the city of Rapids under construction.

Compared to the life and death of the trolls and murlocs, he is obviously more concerned about whether the city wall can be built quickly...