180 yards...

150 yards...

130 yards...

100 yards!

As the bugs hidden under the desert on the minimap continue to approach, Toner finally launched an attack order.

"Arrowman! Spearman! Attack!"

With his order.

The flames crossed the sky and fell into the distance. Accompanied by the flames were shiny wooden spears, sharp and heavy.

Puff!

The rockets and short spears kept piercing into the sand dunes, and the insects hidden below kept making sharp screams.

"Squeak!"

"Shishe!"

"Gazi..."

However, this wave of attacks did not cause much damage to the insects.

The bugs have evolved into stunningly defensive shells, and they are separated by thick sand dunes. Some rockets and short spears made of thorns are impossible to harm them, and at most they can only anger them!

All Toner wants is to anger them!

Peng Peng!

As the angry bugs appeared, a small explosion suddenly sounded in the desert, which was the sound of them coming out of the pile of sand, and then rushed towards the trolls frantically.

They gave up their plans to lurk in and attack and were ready to attack directly.

Toner was not afraid of danger and issued orders to the archers and spearmen:

"Aim at the eyes and hit!"

No matter which type of trolls are born with long-range troops, they have innate talents for bows and spears, and their representative in the game is bow specialization.

Almost no training was given. The archers of these Sand Blood Tribes usually fought with wild beasts in the desert. However, facing the crazy insects, the attacks of rockets and short spears were very accurate. At least 1/4 of the attack hit some insects' eyes, and the worst left hit them.

However, the trolls were too poor and the conditions were too poor. The descendants of the troll empire, which was so brilliant that they could suppress insects to the split, were left after the great split that only the Zandala tribe remained the original troll civilization, and the trolls scattered throughout Azeroth had long lost their original glory.

As a group of desert trolls, the Sand Blood Troll is of course poor and savage and backward. After all, Tona has been reborn for less than a month, and he has no chance or time to arm the trolls.

Although the attacks of archers and spearmen are sharp and accurate, the arrows, spears and even thorns shot out are made of thorns. What kind of lethality does it have even if they hit the bugs? Unless they hit their vital points and eyes, they will only make the bugs even more crazy.

Toner couldn't help but feel helpless.

Too poor!

Originally, other trolls except Zandala were very barbaric and backward, and the desert trolls in Tanalis were even more poor due to environmental problems. Not to mention the powerful magical equipment of Azeroth, the Sand Blood Tribe could not even have a metal weapon for each troll warrior.

He glanced behind him.

In addition to those full-time warriors with metal weapons, these archers and spearmen who can actually fight in close combat can only have a spear made of the roots of the rocket thorns.

This fight with the bug is to die.

Although trolls are not afraid of death, as long as they are not beheaded or injured in important organs, they can grow back even if they are chopped up and stomped on their feet and rely on their terrible recovery power.

But fighting bugs is not OK.

In the war with other intelligent races, after lying down an enemy, enemy soldiers will often find the next enemy to continue fighting. This gives the troll a chance to pretend to be dead and then recover. However, if the battle with bugs falls, these bugs will choose to eat you first and then fight.

If you are eaten by a bug, you will really die. No matter how good the troll's recovery is, it will be useless!

Under the moonlight, the insects surged out. Although there were only a thousand, the indomitable momentum still made Tona feel the power of the sea of ​​insects.

However, he could not retreat.

Behind him is his tribe and his people. He is not a great Virgin, but these trolls trust him so much and come here after listening to his words. He cannot abandon his people, not to mention from a material and reality, he also needs his own basic structure in the dangerous Azeroth. The trolls of the Sand Blood Tribe are his best basic structure.

The insect empire back then was so powerful, with the blessing of the power of the ancient gods and the support of the faceless. The troll empire has split them, and the trolls have never been afraid of fighting against the insects.

It’s not that he can’t deal with these bugs.

Facing the bloodthirsty bug rushing over, Tona opened the system and issued an order: [Consuming 50 faiths, strengthening 500 troll warriors. Consuming 10 faiths, strengthening my weapons, consume 20 faiths, strengthening my body]

at the same time.

Toner held up his ordinary heavy sword, bought it from Gakison's goblins, and shouted loudly in the troll language:

"Warriors of the Sand Blood Tribe! The bugs want to eat you, eat your children, and eat your spouse! The moon god Tiwu is on top, and the Sand Blood Tribe will never allow it! Archers and spearmen are on the spot to be warned! Other Sand Blood Warriors, for Tonatiwu!”

Tona's brave words fell.

Eluen, who was hanging high in the air, dropped two beams of moonlight, one big and one small. The large moonlight enveloped the troll warriors of the sand blood tribe who had always been quiet, making them feel that the moon god is with them, and that they have become extremely powerful. Nothing can scare them!

"For Tonatiu!"

"For the Sand Blood Tribe!"

"Kill all the insects!"

"Run!"

“…”

The troll warriors charged.

And that little moonlight.

But it shone on Tona, greatly strengthening his physical strength and the weapons in his hand.

He raised his sword and roared, and a dazzling light shone on his body, rushing towards the surging insects.

The anger turns into substance, influences and manifests itself into reality. This is the capital that this world gives warriors the warriors to fight with other extraordinary powers. Only in this way can those great warriors fight mages, druids, undeads, demons and even titans.

Toner is a warrior.

Powerful troll warrior.

The lowest requirement for a warrior who can become a professional is that anger and Azeroth's Force shock can affect reality and allow combat skills and attacks to exert power that is not inferior to those supernatural forces.

Not anyone can call a warrior by picking up a knife, the kind that is called a soldier at most. A real warrior can turn his blood and anger into "anger" that can affect reality. This anger is not a certain emotion. They have strong lethality, can enhance the damage of weapons, and can use powerful combat skills.

Just like now.

Consumption burned some of his faith and strengthened his Tona, who was a powerful warrior himself.

Now that this strengthening is like a full-level warrior who is bloodthirsty, reckless and the gods who come down to earth and kill into the insect pile.

At the front of Tona is a Sentipar alien scorpion, which is an alien species in the Tanalis Desert. They have terrible claws and sharp mouthparts, and can even tear open the defense of mail. Their carapaces are very hard and can even block the attacks of metal weapons to a certain extent. In addition to their thick abdomen, there is their weakness.

Seeing Tona rushing towards it, the insect's face showed a blood-devouring expression, and a scream was also rushed towards Tona.

Toner rushed away with his sword in both hands, and with a sudden roar, the sword tore the air apart, and the substantial anger turned into a sword light and attached to the blade.

Heroic strike!

The Sentipar alien scorpion could not dodge and had to stretch out two hard and thick forelimbs, and Tona's big sword had already slashed straight down.

The forelimbs that could have blocked the attack of metal weapons, under the continuous strengthening of the power of faith and anger, the combat skill [Heroic Strike] was like a red-hot knife being broken into butter. Toner used a 20-pound flame flower to exchange the long sword from Gakison's goblins to cut off the forelimbs of the insect with a sharp edge, cut its carapace, cut its head shell, and then cut it all the way down.

Green blood mist filled with all kinds of insect organs, and the Sentipar alien scorpion was chopped in half by him.

Tona still did not stop and rushed into the insect again. His big sword danced, and his big sword was spinning, and his waist force bloomed with the big sword.

The anger and the power of faith turned into a brilliant sword light, and it flashed like a round silver whirlwind flashed by.

【Tornado Slash】!

Tonaton stopped, holding the great sword in both hands, holding it high.

Several insects around stood motionless, and suddenly their abdomen were constantly spraying green blood.

Finally, their bodies were cut across and cracked, and then blood and insect organs flowed out.

The troll warriors rushed over not far away saw this scene, and their passionate belief and fighting will fill their hearts. They raised their simple metal weapons in their hands, and their hoarse, terrifying but shocking roar sounded over the Tanalis Desert:

"For Tonatiu!"

"For Aztek!"
Chapter completed!