The main army of the Diderot family withdrew to the castle, and the knight's manor on the island was naturally abandoned.
After the trolls took over the manor, they used it as their headquarters.
"Human beings are so timid and will only shrink into stone shells!"
In the hall of the manor, a tall troll with dark blue skin slammed on the table and cursed loudly.
The troll tribe that invaded the Diderot family was called the Black Spear, and he was the leader of the Black Spear tribe.
After venting his emotions, the leader of the Black Spear Tribe looked at the hunched old troll next to him and asked: "High Priest, what should we do next?"
The Black Spear tribe, like other troll tribes, has a chief and a high priest in charge.
The high priest of the Black Spear Tribe is almost seventy years old. He is considered an old man among the trolls, and his face is full of wrinkles.
"Attacking a human castle will cause heavy casualties to our people."
The old priest had already made his own judgment on the situation, and said slowly: "Surround the castle, and when all the human food is gone, they will all come out naturally."
"But what if they don't come out because they have a lot of food?" the leader of the Black Spear Tribe asked in a deep voice.
The old priest did not answer immediately. He slowly sat on the chair with a cane before speaking again,
"What's the use of taking down such a broken castle? If they don't come out, the whole island will be ours.
When this island is no longer useful, we will move to another place."
"You're right!"
The leader of the Black Spear clan suddenly became happy and said to the old priest: "You still have wisdom!"
This is not much wisdom, but it is already a very useful plan in the face of the impulsive and violent troll.
The old priest smiled, the wrinkles on his face overlapped, and tapped the black spear leader with his walking stick.
"Don't always think of fighting to solve problems when you encounter them. Use your brain more."
"Lord Patriarch, Lord Patriarch!"
As soon as the old priest finished speaking, a troll rushed into the hall. He was the scout liaison officer responsible for delivering the message.
"Lord Patriarch, all the troops we sent have lost news!"
"Um?"
The leader of the Black Spear clan frowned and shouted loudly: "What's going on?!"
"I, I don't know either..."
The Black Spear Clan leader's momentum was so fierce that the scout liaison officer was so frightened that he did not dare to speak.
This made the clan leader even more angry, and shouted: "How could you not know?! You are the one responsible for detecting the news! Where are your pterodactyl knights?!"
The scout liaison officer was also aggrieved and replied with a trembling body: "They, they have disappeared..."
"idiot!"
The leader of the Black Spear clan grabbed the scout liaison officer and threw him back to the ground after seeing the other person's submissive look.
"When did you find out?"
"Last night..."
The clan leader kicked the scout liaison officer over and scolded: "I found you last night and only now are you reporting?!"
The scout liaison officer got up and bravely explained: "There was black fog at night. I thought it would be inconvenient for them to move. I didn't expect something would happen. Until this morning, there was still no news..."
"Drag him out and kill him!"
The leader of the Black Spear clan couldn't bear to listen and immediately shouted to the guard.
The guards immediately rushed in and wanted to capture the scout liaison officer, but were stopped by the old priest.
"Calm down."
The old priest stood up, waved his cane, and signaled the troll in front of him to go out.
The old priest's order could not be disobeyed. The three trolls bowed slightly and exited the hall.
After the trolls left, the old priest asked: "How many did you send out?"
The leader of the Black Spear took a deep breath, adjusted his answer and replied: "Thirteen hundred people."
"Then we have more than two thousand warriors left."
A comforting smile appeared on the old priest's face.
"Our warriors have lost contact, which is nothing more than encountering enemies, and these enemies will eventually come here."
The old priest sat back on his chair and said slowly: "So what we have to do now is to shrink our troops and prepare for the enemy's attack. At the same time, we will send scouts to find out the enemy's information."
"You're right!"
The old priest's words made the patriarch's expression relaxed.
"I'll give the order right away!"
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According to the instructions of the old priest, all the trolls of the Black Spear tribe gathered near the manor and built defensive positions on the spot, ready to meet the enemy at any time.
However, the trolls had been stationed at the Knight's Manor for two days, but they did not see an enemy, nor did they receive any attacks.
They sent out three groups of scouts, but no one from the first two groups came back, while the third group of scouts all returned to the manor on time unscathed.
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"What do you mean no one?!"
The leader of the Black Spear clan was furious and roared at the scout captain: "Could they disappear out of thin air?!"
As luck would have it, the scout captain who went out in the third batch was the scout liaison officer who had been demoted before.
"I'm not lying to you... When we went there, there was really no one in the village. Even the corpses were gone. The rest of the food, ironware, etc. were also gone, and the light source was even gone."
After the scout captain finished his report, he whispered softly: "I think they might have been eaten by some monster..."
"I don't want you to think, I want answers!"
The leader of the Black Spear clan roared angrily and kicked the scout captain in the chest again, sending him flying straight away.
But even so, a scout captain still couldn't give him the answer.
This time the old priest didn't make any movement, and the wrinkles on his forehead were crowded together, also expressing doubts.
This time the old priest couldn't figure out what happened.
Where have the disappeared trolls and villagers gone?
Why are there no bodies left?
Could it be that some monster really appeared in the black mist?
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"Ah owe! Ah owe! Ah owe!"
Allen, who had just gotten up from bed, sneezed three times in a row and couldn't help but reach out and rub his nose.
"Who is scolding me for nothing..."
Allen couldn't help but murmur.
At this time, Dawn Island has set sail and left the island of the Diderot family.
In fact, the army only stayed on the Derrod family's island for two days. They withdrew to Dawn Island the next night, and set sail for the evacuation from Dawn Island the next morning.
Allen knew very well that in two days, no matter how slow the Black Spear tribe reacted, they should have discovered that there was an enemy sneak attack behind them.
Allen's purpose this time is to plunder supplies, and he will never be reluctant to fight. As for the war between the Black Spear clan and the Diderot family, let them play by themselves.
Of course, the most important reason for Allen's decision was that the benefits after the war could not move him.
With almost no losses, more than a thousand trolls captured, including a level 13 troll berserker, and countless supplies and activated humans, Allen was satisfied.
The remaining armies are too cost-effective and consume time and manpower.
For Allen, the temptation of a level 16 berserker is not that great. It is not worth him to launch a war in such a high-profile manner and risk his time on the island.
He now understands that as long as there is life essence, it can be cultivated below level 18.
The trolls and Diderot family on the island, let them toss themselves.
Seeing Allen get up, Fasqi came forward to report: "My lord, Crete came here just now and asked about our next plan?"
"Next... of course I have to visit every island!"
Allen smiled and said: "We want to get even rain and dew."