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"Kill!"
The huge formation of the troll army seemed to come from the quiet waves of hell, wrapped in the might of crushing everything, and rolled towards the Mirror Lake camp.
For a time, like the sky and the earth cracking, and like the stormy waves hitting the shore, the fragile defense line that was barely organized in the Mirror Lake camp was broken under such an offensive.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
...
Under the impact of the troll army, the collapsed human army was squeezed into the icy lake in rows. Only in the east and west directions, the few human soldiers who saw the bad situation escaped in embarrassment before the trolls closed encirclement.
"Wow--"
There was a loud howl of the wolf, and the earth began to tremble.
The two wings of the troll army are divided into two wolf cavalry units, one on the east and one on the west, respectively chasing the human deserters.
"Wow!"
Suddenly a huge wave surged from the surface of the calm Mirror Lake, and it attacked the troll wolf cavalry on the east side of the battlefield.
"Stop!"
The wolf cavalry leader hissed.
However, the wolf cavalry during rapid charge could not control the forward momentum at all.
The huge wave smashed down like a terrifying hand.
"Boom!"
Hundreds of wolf cavaliers were instantly swallowed.
There is no trace of blood and no broken bones.
The turbulent waves froze immediately after touching the ground, forming an ice wall more than ten meters high, lying in front of the troll wolf cavalry.
In the ice wall, each troll wolf cavalier still maintained the posture of charging.
Lifelike.
Such a terrifying incident frightened the wolf cavalry in the rear to stop one after another, patrolling in front of the ice wall, looking in panic.
Seeing that these human deserters were about to run farther and farther, a bright red spear shot out from the center of the troll army, drawing a long blood mark in the sky, and finally pierced into the ice wall.
"Crash!"
A crack appeared on the ice wall, and then more cracks extended from the location where the spear pierced, instantly covering the entire wall like a spider web.
"Boom!"
The ice wall shattered.
Countless ice cubes fell along with the remains of the wolf cavalry.
"Chase!"
Following the command of the leader, this wolf cavalry unit regrouped and chased the east side again.
Only this time, this wolf cavalry has completely taken out the arrogance at the beginning.
"There is a mage in that group of human deserters?"
Stepping on the fine pieces of ice, a troll general riding a white wolf picked up the blood-red spear that fell to the ground.
Obviously, he just broke the ice wall blocking the road.
"Quickly, you chase it too, this should be a big fish." Another troll riding a white wolf came over and said to the troll general who picked up the spear.
The mounts of the troll race are the ice wolves. These ferocious beasts that are a circle larger than normal wolfs are generally gray.
But there are also a handful of ice wolves with white hair.
Such a white wolf is sacred in the eyes of the trolls and is the incarnation of the God of War (also known as the White Wolf War God) they believe in. Therefore, only noble trolls are qualified to use a white wolf as a mount.
"Yes! Lord Gambik!" Quirk bowed, and then led a group of wolf cavalry to the east.
The ice wall spell here was just a small episode. On the frontal battlefield, this improvised human army has long been defeated, either kneeling down and begging for mercy, or being driven into the Mirror Lake by the trolls like ducks.
Only a few people are still struggling to resist, trying to break a blood path and rush out of the encirclement.
In fact, the number of human remnants who successfully rushed out was not few.
Because the troll army seemed a little unscrupulous and didn't put all its forces into the encirclement to intercept the scattered soldiers.
Instead, more than half of the elite troops were left behind as a reserve team, as if they were on guard.
The killing continues.
Flowing blood continued to flow into the Mirror Lake, dyeing half of the lake's surface into dazzling red.
The suffocating smell of blood attracted groups of vultures, who hovered anxiously over the battlefield, ready to rush down for a meal.
The sun gradually slanted to the west, and the sunset flames began to burn in the sky, but there was no sign of the slaughter by the Mirror Lake.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the troll army.
A troll messenger quickly rushed in front of Lord Gambik and reported loudly: "General! A human army was found in the rear, about forty thousand to fifty thousand people!"
Gambik was not surprised and rejoiced, and laughed: "Okay! That little lion finally dared to show his head! Haha, let's teach him a lesson!"
The family emblem of the St. Hilde family, the lord of the North, is a golden lion. The "little lion" mentioned by Gambik obviously refers to the son of the Duke of St. Hilde, Marquis Charles.
This marquis was supposed to be the supreme commander of the human side, sitting in the Mirror Lake camp and fighting the trolls to the death.
But he obviously didn't want to, or, didn't dare, confront the army of trolls head-on.
Instead, an emergency call-up order was released and a group of mercenaries and militias were recruited to fill the Mirror Lake camp as bait.
He himself led the real army and attacked from the rear as the trolls attacked the Mirror Lake camp.
Although the whole plan is cruel, it is also a good strategy.
If you can really hit the trolls by surprise and make them unable to pay attention to each other, then they may be able to win a battle.
Unfortunately, for some reason, the commander of the troll army had clearly understood this strategy in advance, and was prepared to deal with it.
Therefore, when the Marquis of Charles led his army to the rear of the troll army, he did not see the ground as broken as he expected but hit an iron plate head-on.
A fierce battle kicked off.
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The night is dark.
The half-round bright moon hung in the sky, and the cold brilliance illuminated the forest.
A group of human cavalry is camping in the forest, but they dare not make a fire and cook, worrying about exposing the target and attracting chasing soldiers behind them.
Three days have passed since the defeat in the Mirror Lake.
After three days of fleeing, killing, and bleeding, this team of more than 500 people now has only more than 100 people left.
Under the chase and interception of the troll wolf cavalry, it is indeed a miracle that they can survive until now.
Of course, this is also because their combat effectiveness is indeed strong.
Moreover, one of them is a spellcaster.
Although in terms of heads-on, the mage is completely beaten by knights of the same rank or even warriors, because no one would stand stupidly and wait for the mage to finish singing without interrupting him or dodging.
But on the battlefield, the role of a mage is far more than that of a knight of the same rank.
The ice wall blocking the wolf cavalry is a good example.
It was a third-order spell that instantly ended the lives of hundreds of wolf cavaliers.
But if a Tier 3 knight faced hundreds of wolf cavaliers, even if there were no professionals among them, he would die under the siege of the opponent.
At most, dozens of them were killed.
The forest was quiet, with only the occasional sounds of horses and the faint howling of owls.
In the camp, most of the people were eating hard bread in silence. Only a few leaders gathered together to discuss quietly how to get rid of the chasing soldiers behind them.
"Meow!"
"Xiao Bai, don't run around!"
Colin chased Xiao Bai's figure to the center of the camp.
"Sorry, it's naughty."
"It's nothing."
The female mage easily grabbed the kitten who was trying to crawl on her body, held it in her arms, and stroked it.
When Colin saw this, he sat down and didn't look away at all.
The female mage seemed to perceive Colin's little gaze, but she didn't drive him away, but asked, "Who are you?"
Colin looked up at the female mage.
The black gauze covered most of her face, leaving only a pair of deep blue eyes as if reflecting everyone's deepest desire.
"My name is Colin, Colin Angele."
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