Hunter starting from Hunter World

The work of cleaning up the battlefield was quickly over.

Due to the almost crazy attack of the thunderstorm element, most of the magic and witchcraft on the armor were completely destroyed.

Only a handful of equipment, intended for high-ranking officers like Calais, survived the horrific lightning storm.

But even so, these cavalrymen who had experienced a bloody battle were extremely satisfied.

Because the Velociraptor Dragoons are the most elite troops in the Amani Empire, the armor and weapons they wear are made of Thorium, which is many times stronger than the steel weapons they use.

Even if it is scrapped, taking these thorium back and re-smelting it can create many "magic weapons".

After all, there is no trace of the existence of Thorium veins in the current Arathor Empire. At best, there are only a few Mithril mines with very low yields.

In addition, thorium and mithril are originally rare magic metals. They are not as abundant and easy to mine as steel, copper, and tin. Most of them are associated with other mineral veins, and their value is still higher than that of gold, silver and other precious metals. .

Therefore, the harvest from this battle is equivalent to the sum of all the wealth they have accumulated without eating or drinking for decades.

As a saying goes, when productivity is extremely backward, war and plunder are always the fastest and most effective ways to make money.

Of course, the premise is to win the final victory.

Seeing the heavy supplies carried on the backs of the war horses, the knight who was still struggling a second immediately came back to his senses and proactively suggested: "Your Excellency, I think we have severely damaged the enemy this time, and with the At an extremely small cost, more than hundreds of the Amani trolls' most terrifying dragon cavalry were wiped out. This is a feat that has never been done in human history. Your name will be remembered by everyone together with the empire. But what we are doing now There are only eighty-seven soldiers left, and the horses are loaded with trophies, making it unfit to continue the adventure.”

Allen nodded slightly: "You are right. We have successfully completed the task, and it is time to retreat for repairs. But before that, I have one more thing to do."

Having said this, he turned around and cast his gaze at the troll head that fell to the ground not far away.

Unlike other unlucky guys who were chopped into pieces and turned into pulp, the head of the Velociraptor Dragoon Commander Calais was completely preserved.

"You shouldn't be..."

The knight was obviously not a fool. He quickly realized what the Duke wanted to do, and his eyes suddenly shone with excitement and excitement, and at the same time there was a little bit of nervousness.

"That's right! We have to send this head back and hand it over to the troll's supreme commander face to face, so that the enemy can see that the elite they were once proud of has been completely destroyed. Remember, war is more than just fighting. What matters is morale, that is, the recognition of soldiers on both sides of their own strength and their desire for victory. Now, what we want to attack is the superiority of those trolls who are always used to looking down on humans from a high place, so that they lose their confidence in winning this war. expect."

After saying that, Allen winked at the attendant behind him.

The latter understood it and immediately ran over to pick up Calais' head, then passed a rope through the middle of the tibia and hung it on the side of the saddle.

The movements are as skilled as if they have been done thousands of times.

In fact, the human beings of this era are far from being like the major human kingdoms whose weapons rapidly deteriorated during the Orc Wars. Their bones are still full of the barbaric and martial spirit inherited from the Vrykul ancestors.

When it comes to dealing with enemies, they are actually not fundamentally different from trolls.

In addition to not eating people, they also have the bad habit of making the skulls of powerful enemies into drinking vessels, decorations and the like.

So there is an extra ring on the saddle for cliffing heads or dragging bodies.

Some soldiers who hated the trolls so much that they cut off the heads of the trolls that had not been electrocuted into cokes, tied them into a string with ropes, and let them collide with various raised stones on the ground, eventually turning into Each ball was bloody and unrecognizable.

No one cares about soldiers venting their emotions.

The knight just glanced at it, then looked away, and asked solemnly: "Your Majesty, how many people do you plan to bring?"

"Don't take anyone with me. As long as I am enough!" Allen pursed his lips and revealed a cruel smile.

Since it is a blow to morale, the fewer people, the better.

Nothing can excite these self-respecting Amani trolls more than being alone and throwing the heads of the cavalry commanders sent by the enemy to hunt them down.

If the warlord lost his mind, ordered a forced march regardless of physical strength, and then launched an attack on the fortified town that was being fortified, his goal would have been achieved.

Although Allen's territory will suffer relatively huge losses during the entire confrontation, for the entire Arathor Empire, this is definitely the fastest way to win the war and cause the least losses.

With Thoradin's tactical prowess and wisdom, he would definitely arrive quickly with reinforcements, launch a surprise attack on the large troll army from the side, and completely defeat and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

"Are you sure?!"

The knight was obviously shocked by the madness of his Duke.

Although before that, the plan to lure the thunderstorm element had made him see the madness hidden under Allen's calm appearance.

"Of course! Don't forget, the trolls have lost their most important Velociraptor Dragoon Legion, and even if there are a few left, it won't matter. From now on, the initiative in the war has fallen into our hands. You After I go back, I will immediately organize all the people who can ride horses, and I will teach these stupid Amani trolls how to use cavalry."

When saying this, Allen's tone was filled with naked and undisguised contempt for the trolls' military qualities.

Especially without the intervention of magic and sorcery, he felt that the way the trolls fought was simply terrible.

Sometimes, Allen really couldn't understand how these guys defeated the Insect Empire with its strong organization and discipline.

Do we just rely on numerical advantages to compete for consumption?

Or is it the role of the troll's innately powerful regeneration ability?

Or maybe the "wise men" of the Golden Empire of Zandalar have found some special method?

Because the history of the trolls is so long, dating back to before the arrival of the Pantheon Titans, it is filled with too many unsolved mysteries.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that the trolls worship the primitive and mysterious Loa gods is enough to make people have unlimited reverie.

Although Allen is considered the creator of this universe, he is not very interested in the history of Azeroth before the arrival of the orcs. He only pays some attention to key time nodes.

As for the troll who was Wannian's "supporting role" and "background", he never cared about it.

After all, from the perspective of a former "player", the troll basically didn't have a strong sense of existence except for being beaten constantly.

But after arriving, Allen realized that the troll civilization actually ran through the entire history of the planet Azeroth.

The races that emerged later, whether they were humans, dwarves, dwarfs, elves, or goblins, all had more or less dealings with trolls.

What's more unfortunate is that these wars that break out because of fighting for living space often end in the failure of the trolls.

…

Just when Allen ordered the cavalry to return the way they came, and rode his horse in the direction of the troll army, far away in the capital of the Arathor Empire, Strom City, Emperor Thoradin was standing in front of a simple map, with a solemn face. Stare at the chess pieces that represent military strength.

After several minutes, he asked without looking back: "Aside from asking you to send news of the troll invasion, doesn't my teacher have anything else to say?"

"No more! Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, the Duke said that you don't have to worry too much. He will be responsible for holding back all enemies. You just need to summon as many vassals and assemble troops as possible." The messenger replied calmly. .

"Do not worry?"

Thoradin rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression.

Because based on his understanding, if Allen could say such a thing, he must be absolutely sure to defend his territory.

This also means that this messenger is not here to urge him to go to the rescue, but to prepare himself to concentrate superior forces at the critical moment to launch a fatal blow.

But he couldn't figure out how Allen could withstand the attack of tens of thousands of troll warriors with the few troops and population he had.

It was this kind of doubt that made the emperor unable to make up his mind whether to continue waiting for more vassals to respond to the call and come with their troops, or to take all the current troops and march north for reinforcements.

You must know that once Allen's territory is completely lost, the undefendable hinterland of the empire and even the capital city of Rapids will be exposed to the troll's attack range.

By then, not to mention recuperating and reproducing the population, the endless harassment alone will collapse the empire he finally built.

Those nobles who were enfeoffed would eventually regress back to their original tribal status due to long-term severance of contact with Rapid City.

After hesitating for a long time, Thoradin finally said to a middle-aged man behind him who looked about forty years old and weathered: "My friend, the empire needs your help now."

"Please give me your orders, Your Majesty. No matter what kind of task it is, I swear that I will go all out to complete it." The man knelt down on one knee and responded in a calm voice.

"I ask you to immediately take two thousand cavalry and go to the north to help my teacher deal with those damn trolls. Remember, your task is not to fight the enemy head-on, but to contain them and ensure that the northern territory will not be completely Fall."

With that said, Thoradin pulled out his dagger and stabbed it hard in the middle of the map.

Obviously, this is his psychological bottom line.

The Troll's army must not cross this line, otherwise he will launch a desperate counterattack at all costs.

Even if you have to pay a heavy price for it, you won't hesitate.

The middle-aged man nodded vigorously: "I understand! I will follow your orders so that those trolls can eat, sleep and rest in peace."

"Very good! Now take your people and set off immediately. Remember, if you can get in touch with my teacher, listen to his opinions more. If he has any bold ideas or actions, you can give up your original action plan , directly cooperate with his orders." Thoradin warned at the end.

As an emperor who has been influenced by Allen since childhood, he is very aware of the necessity of giving sufficient rights to frontline generals and commanders when information is extremely inconvenient.

Otherwise, if you wait for the news to come back and make your own decision, and then pass it back, the fleeting fighter jet will probably be gone long ago.

“It’s an honor to serve alongside Duke Allen.”

After saying this, the middle-aged man beat his chest hard, then stood up and left the palace.

About half an hour later, two thousand fully armed light cavalry marched through the gates of Stromgarde, disappearing into the horizon like a torrent.

After watching the army leave completely, Thoradin relaxed a little and turned his attention to Arturia, who was sitting in the corner leisurely drinking tea, and asked curiously: "If I remember correctly, you should be friends. , right? Don’t you worry about the teacher’s safety at all?”

"Worried?" Arturia couldn't help but smile and shook her head. "No! It's not Eren you should be worried about, it's those poor trolls."

"Worried about trolls?" Thoradin was obviously stunned.

"Yes! You have no idea how ruthless and cruel he can be when dealing with his enemies." A trace of pity for this group of trolls flashed in Artoria's eyes.

Regardless of the reason why the troll launched the invasion, he was sentenced to death from the moment he stepped into Allen's territory.

Even if Allen only projects his consciousness into a mortal body, he is still a terrifying and invincible monster.

Perhaps there are many hidden powerful beings on this planet who can successfully kill the body controlled by Allen, but the Amani trolls that even the high elves cannot solve are definitely not among them.

What's more, what if you kill the mortal body that Allen came to?

What good results can be expected from offending the Creator and Ruler of the entire universe?

Do not make jokes!

"Well, I hope you are right." Thoradin showed a dumbfounded expression.

He never quite understood where Artoria's inexplicable trust in Allen came from.

After all, in the process of the tribe's rise and unification of mankind, Arturia was always the one who truly carried out the task of charging into battle.

Allen, on the other hand, plays more of a mentor and staff role, and rarely draws his sword to join the battle.

Some nobles even speculated that Allen's swordsmanship was not top-notch at all, that he was just a guy who rose to power purely by his intelligence, and that his personal strength was not worth mentioning at all.

But no matter what, Artoria, known as the strongest swordsman in the empire, was so calm, which somewhat calmed the panic of some people and nobles.

At least until the bad news of defeat comes back, they will no longer worry about the Arathor Empire losing to the trolls.