After a night, the trolls who went deep into the forest to catch up began to return one after another.

The prisoners were deliberately injured to the point of losing their ability to resist, and were brought back tied up with vines.

The battlefield also began to be cleared at this time.

According to statistics, more than 400 enemy trolls died on the spot.

Most of them died under the bombardment of heavy spears, and a smaller half died in the stalemate stage.

As for our own side, excluding the compatriots who were lost in the jungle encounter earlier, the losses in this battle also amounted to nearly a hundred.

Taken together, our side lost nearly a hundred and fifty trolls in total.

Ironically, many of the trolls on our side who died during the battle also died in heavy spear attacks;

It was not an accidental injury by one of our own, but the opponent picked up the heavy-throwing spear thrown from this side, turned around and threw it back;

Therefore, he believed that he should make the sacrifice at this time.

These escapees have no idea what fate will await their compatriots who have left the team. They just continue to move forward mechanically out of a simple desire to survive.

In their semi-civilized state, they may not be able to sympathize with the total loss of the tribe;

But the various hunting teams that had sacrificed their lives, as well as the soldiers who always slept and ate together, faced the death of their companions who accompanied them every day;

A deep sense of hatred naturally filled their hearts, and all kinds of 'desires for revenge' almost overwhelmed them.

The old witch doctor took one last longing look at the team and then left quietly.

Blade Ya watched all this helplessly. He had the intention to dissuade this extremely cruel and barbaric behavior, but due to the limitations of his position and the emotions of the tribe, he could only choose to let it go.

When all this came to an end and the tired trolls got enough sleep, the five hundred trolls took the food and baggage that had been prepared and set out on the road of pursuit again.

Each head, with its empty eyes, looked straight in all directions from the wall, seeming to be silently warning the future successors.

Hunger, fear and the resulting despair weighed heavily on the hearts of every troll. At every moment, trolls who could not hold on were leaving the team and became prisoners in the hands of the strange troll cavalry from behind.

Naturally, the old witch doctor would not let him act recklessly, but at this time, he really had no energy to convince the young man. He just silently put his hand into his arms and accurately selected one of the magic crystals based on his feel.

As a result, many members of the hunter team without shields were killed by weapons made by their own side.

After a while, he shook his head and said,

But the Tooth Troll behind them followed them closely like tarsal maggots, which made hunting a luxury.

"I'll go, you come back."

"This won't work. I, the Yazhan Department, will take them back."

Before setting off, the witch doctors’ numerous warnings to ‘be careful of the witch doctors’ had long since fallen on deaf ears.

Hearing this, the young witch doctor raised his head and looked around with unfocused eyes.

The Rikia Tribe, which lost its chief, was undoubtedly the most difficult group. Their warriors even lost their ambition to become chiefs, and the old witch doctor who accompanied the team had no choice but to take over the management.

Fortunately, the witch doctors always maintained restraint and restrained their compatriots who were about to lose control in time.

In desperation, these bones were evenly buried in the roads inside and outside the tribe, forever serving as trampled 'bricks and stones'.

The deer cavalrymen, who had discovered that their target was suddenly accelerating, roared in the wind with great satisfaction, wanting to see what tricks these fleeing 'rats' were up to.

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More than 20 deer cavalrymen have been resolutely performing their missions in the past few days and have completed them well.

Under such circumstances, handling the battlefield naturally became a disguised outlet.

The success that lasted for several days, and the opponents who had no power to fight back, for the trolls with flamboyant and domineering personalities, the pride should not come naturally, and the resulting underestimation of the enemy and rash advancement will always occur at the appropriate time.

When the time comes, give them a head-on blow.

Although the original witch doctor's spells cost lives, they are not without benefits. 'Silent casting' and 'instant casting' are what make it better than the improved version.

To put it bluntly, this ‘expedition’ was initiated by these young witch doctors who longed for change;

It was their fierce words that seduced the chiefs and aroused their ambitions, which ultimately led to this failure.

The trolls roughly separated the heads of their corpses, dug out the brains of the heads, shaved the flesh and then burned them. The skulls obtained after burning the flesh and blood were inserted into the spikes on the top of the tribe's steel-wood fence wall one by one.

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Having survived in the wilderness for nearly thirty years and devoting all his efforts to the tribe, maybe deep down in his heart, he still has some sense of joy that he doesn't want to admit?

This is heartbreaking news for the trolls. Whether it is the loss of a hundred and fifty, or the reasons for this loss, it is not news that can be easily accepted.

This moment seems to be the right time.

When it is discovered that they have changed direction or are moving to split up their forces, the information will be passed back to the large forces in the rear, allowing our own side to keep following up and at the same time have the opportunity to eat the remnants of small groups from time to time.

Their situation is not good. There are a large number of injured soldiers in the team who have healed their wounds and are in a dilemma caused by ischemia and lack of physical energy. They urgently need to supplement enough food to regain their combat effectiveness.

This unprecedented loss made the trolls look at the captives differently.

At this moment, an inexplicable feeling of rage suddenly came from the hearts of them and even the mounts. The teammates who had deep feelings for each other drew their swords at each other without any warning, and began to hack at each other with red eyes.

Er, the team, led by several "unconscious" chiefs and witch doctors, suddenly accelerated their pace.

When the spears were used up, they divided into several groups and hung far behind the enemy trolls, recording their movements every moment.

In stark contrast to the careful and dignified burial given to one's own victims, the cruelty towards the enemy's dead;

Just a few hours ago, they had accurately caught the enemy's breather, promptly notified the nearest squadrons, and once again drove them away like prey, forcing them to continue fleeing.

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In the dense forest, the defeated people trekked hard towards the east.

The remaining corpses were stuffed into the tribe's charcoal cellars and burned at high temperatures;

The inactivated flesh body no longer had the strong fire resistance before it, and was quickly burned to ashes, leaving only bones as dense as metal, which could neither be burned nor smashed.

This time, the moose cavalry were only assigned the task of reconnaissance and harassment. They would become the beacon for the advance of the large army, tightly anchoring the enemy's tail.

Of course, this is only at this stage

A bewildering mind was activated silently, causing the young witch doctor to involuntarily fall into the suggestion of 'taking them back'.

In this regard, the witch doctors, including Blade Ya, have no good solution;

Even they themselves, even if they know that the tribe needs strong labor, will have the urge to 'kill them all' from time to time.

Behind him, the other two old men of the witch doctors accompanying the team also left in unison.

At this time, the equally embarrassed old witch doctor looked at the tragic situation of the three remaining forces in front of him, and fell into thinking in pain.

After a long time, a bit of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said to the disgraced young witch doctor beside him,

After that, a short period of caution passed, and everything quickly returned to its old state.

Earlier, they would also use the short-throwing spears they brought to approach and harass them from time to time, slowing down the opponent's escape;

Blood, broken arms, roars, and the brutal mutilation between more than twenty deer cavalry were staged here.

Not far away, three old witch doctors crossed their hands, holding a strange bright red magic crystal and watching everything quietly.

A gust of wind blew by, starting from the tips of their hands, their whole bodies gradually turned into powder, which was blown to every inch of the nearby land.

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