The pterodactyl in the sky didn't stay too long. After hovering in the sky for a few weeks, it turned around and flew away.
"This is... a scout!"
The Troll Centurion reacted immediately!
Although his head is full of muscles, he still has some basic common sense.
But whose scout is this?
Are other troll tribes setting foot on the island?
What are the guards on the boats on the coast doing?
Various questions emerged in the Troll Centurion's mind.
"Tell all soldiers to cancel the carnival, rest quickly, and prepare for battle!" the Troll Centurion ordered loudly.
You can despise human beings, but you must never despise the same kind.
Such an order completely interrupted the trolls' dream of having a good meal, and this sudden ending made them very unhappy.
But no troll could challenge the commander's order casually. They all sat down and rested obediently, stuffing some food into their mouths.
The troll centurion leaned on the low wall of the village, feeling suddenly uneasy and waving to his deputy.
"Send a few scouts to look behind us."
"Yes, boss!"
The deputy picked five half-trolls and asked them to disperse in different directions.
However, more than ten minutes passed, and none of the half-troll scouts came back. Instead, rows of soldiers riding black wolves came into the sight of the troll centurion.
"Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"
The troll centurion picked up his scimitar and roared!
He didn't know why, but he felt that danger was coming...
"puff!"
It turned out that the Troll Centurion's premonition was right. As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he felt a cold feeling on his neck!
A short knife was inserted into his neck from the side and penetrated directly!
"Boss!"
The deputy screamed in surprise, but before he could react, he saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, and a line of blood spurted out from his throat!
The trolls suddenly became confused and rushed towards the black shadow!
But the speed of the black shadow was so fast that the trolls were so dizzy that they couldn't catch each other!
At this time, the Black Wolf Cavalry had already rushed forward and plunged into the group of trolls, causing a wave of blood in an instant!
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"Too weak."
Mark shuttled among the trolls, the short knife flying back and forth with him, constantly harvesting lives.
Even the troll centurion is no match for him, and these ordinary trolls are even less able to withstand his killing.
Upon seeing this, Crete shouted to Mark loudly: "Mark, your battlefield is not here, you have to save your energy."
The legions divided their forces, and Crete led the Ebon Blade Legion in the same direction as Mark, clearing out the trolls along the way.
Angina and Lesa were separated together, Doron and Malphite were separated in the same direction, Karma and Jinrok led the trolls as a group, and the Winged Dragoons were responsible for exploring and delivering the news.
"Save energy?"
There was a sneer on Mark's face, "It's no waste of energy to kill these trash."
"There are three powerful berserkers in this troll tribe. We are likely to encounter them. These people need you to deal with."
Crete reminded solemnly again: "So you'd better save your energy and don't lose energy to fight with them when you meet them!"
After hearing what Crete said, Mark thought for a while and finally withdrew from the battlefield.
The news they got from the port was that among the troll berserkers, all were above level 13, and their leader was a level 16 berserker.
If he really encounters such a troll, Mark must be extremely careful.
Even without Mark participating in the battle, these trolls who have lost their commander are no match for the Black Wind Wolf Riders.
Allen did not need prisoners, so Crete followed the old rules and killed all the trolls.
"Make a mark and send the information here back to my lord!"
After the battle, Crete gave an order to an Ebon Blade Wolf Rider.
The latter immediately took out the map, drew a few strokes on it, and handed it to the Pterodactyl Dragoon.
The Winged Dragoon handed the map in his hand to the Black Blade Wolf Rider, and then took the opponent's marked map into the air to convey the message.
Allen will act as the logistics for the entire legion this time, and will send him news after the battle at the front is over.
And he is responsible for activating corpses and collecting supplies, so that Crete and others in the front can be responsible for fighting.
The Winged Dragoons drove away, and the Black Blade soldiers responsible for cleaning the battlefield ran over and reported: "Two adults, there are more than a dozen women who wanted to escape but we caught them. What should we do with them?"
"How to deal with it?"
Mark didn't even think about it and said directly: "Kill them all. We don't have any extra troops to guard the prisoners."
The Ebon Blade soldier hesitated for a moment, looked at Crete and waited for orders.
"Give them a break. It's best not to reveal our whereabouts."
Crete thought for a while and said: "If my lord needs it, he will reanimate them all."
This time the legion came here to collect various supplies and equipment. They had no intention of occupying this place, but they also did not intend to reveal too much about their whereabouts.
But if they are left alive, they will definitely run away, and Crete doesn't want to be a nanny, so this is the best way to deal with it.
"Yes, sir!"
The Ebon Blade soldiers who received the order immediately turned around to execute it, and soon there were no more living creatures in the entire village.
"Everyone rest for five minutes and move on in five minutes!"
Crete gave an order to the Ebon Blade Army, while Mark stood up alone and took the lead in heading towards the target direction.
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In less than an hour, Allen rushed to the village with Fasqi and Ashes, followed by 800 troll soldiers.
Of course, it soon becomes more than that.
"It's really tragic."
Allen couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the battlefield filled with blood and corpses.
He is already considered "experienced in killing fields", but every time he sees a troll tearing a corpse into pieces, he still feels a little uncomfortable.
Allen endured his nausea and transformed all the broken corpses into life essence, and then animated the trolls and human corpses one by one.
Then Allen found a few newly activated militiamen and picked out all the craftsmen in the village - even the old man Allen would still activate people with such abilities.
After dealing with this, Allen asked people to collect all the supplies, regardless of food and weapons, even hoes and iron pots were not left behind, and everything that could be taken away was taken away.
In order to supplement the labor force and facilitate the transportation of supplies, Allen also animated all the remaining female corpses.
Activated villagers and militiamen transport supplies, and activated trolls are responsible for escorting them.
As long as Allen recruits two guides, without spending any of his troops, these people will transport all the loot back to the shore and return it to Dawn Island.
"I'm really more picky than Zhou Papi!"
After the villagers who delivered the supplies left, Allen looked at the bare village and sighed.
In this scene, a layer of the land was almost scraped off and taken away.
People like him are considered evil villains in movies and TV novels.
"Master, who is Zhou Papi you are talking about?" Hui Jin asked.
"A very bad lord in literature." Allen explained casually.
"Then you are different from him!"
Ashes quickly said: "The Diderot family cannot protect their people. Even if it weren't for you, people like you would fall into the troll's belly. You are giving these people eternal life!"
"You don't need to praise me. Even if you praise me, I can't help you increase your strength."
Allen glanced at Ashes, with a hint of helplessness in his calm tone.
Ashes shook his head hurriedly and said: "What I told is the truth. If it weren't for you, I would still be collecting ashes in the wooden box."
After Ashes finished speaking, another Winged Dragoon flew into the air.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and come back to life again."
After Allen finished speaking, he quickly walked towards the pterodactyl.
A troll jumped down from above and immediately knelt in front of Allen,
"Great Master, the temple of the Ocean Goddess has been found!"