Chapter 25: fight again

Chapter 25 Fighting Restart

Cirvanas had anticipated this, and accepted this order without making any arguments.

After this major failure, she also began to reflect on her mentality.

In order to surpass her elder sister Alleria as soon as possible, she is so strong, she disregards the dissuasion of her seniors and colleagues and single-mindedly wants to get a big credit. Although she didn't make a big mistake in the end, but...

Looking at the hideous scar on Charlemagne's face, isn't that a shameful mark for her?

‘Let me go back to the beginning, seriously adjust my mentality, study hard, next time! There will be no such foolish mistakes next time! '

When Cirvanas clenched his fists and swore, Li Reza had already made some arrangements for the follow-up situation.

The trolls entered the forest and took a small path to leave. The elves were not as familiar with the forest near Zul'Aman as the trolls. If they rushed into the forest and chased them, they would fall easily. Everyone still remembers the fiasco 10 years ago.

Although the main force of the trolls did not suffer a devastating blow, these days relying on fortifications and positions, both battlefields have caused a lot of damage to the trolls.

The thing to do now is actually very simple. Use the positive attack method to directly block the gate of Zul'Aman, and it all depends on the troll's next move.

If they retreat and don't come out, then this war will come to an end. After leaving the necessary scout troops to monitor the movements of the trolls, Li Reza can return with a large force.

However, based on General Ranger's understanding of Zu Jin, that guy is not such an easy-going person. With the main force still in place, he will almost certainly make a last-ditch effort.

After a steady march all the way to Zul'Aman, Li Reza specially transferred Sclan from the Farwalker camp. This time, the other side may continue to send high-end combat forces. The power of the Farwalker's acting commander is also necessary. .

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"You guys still have the guts to run back! Such a good situation was completely ruined by you two idiots with long brains!"

At the altar of Zul'Aman, a tall forest troll hidden under the purple cloth below the nose was roaring angrily at Halaz and Nalorak in the audience.

This troll is the leader of the Amani tribe of forest trolls, Zul'jin.

At this time, Halaz and Nalorak, who were stabbed by him with poisonous needles as a punishment, both knelt on one knee in pain, enduring severe pain from all parts of their bodies.

The poison Zujin personally prepared would not kill them, but the taste would certainly not be pleasant. Even two high-ranking fighters with strong wills could not bear this kind of poison specially designed to torture people.

"Zu...Jin, please give us one more... chance, we will definitely atone for our sins!"

"That's right! I... we will dedicate the heads of those long ears... to you, and Amani will surely rise again!"

Hearing the words spoken intermittently by the two subordinates gritting their teeth, Zujin snorted coldly, and waved to a sorcerer next to him.

The sorcerer nodded knowingly and went forward to hand over the antidote to the two. After drinking the antidote, the sweat of the two high-ranking fighters finally stopped. obey his orders.

"Okay, I'll give you two another chance. If you fail again this time, you will be turned into magic spirits!"

"Ekilson! You go with the two of them this time, don't mess it up!"

A troll wearing eagle feathers kneels to take orders.

"Yes, great Zul'kin!"

After distributing the last troll combat power to the three except for their own personal guards, they each led their troops and quickly marched towards the periphery of Zul'Aman.

The sorcerer who handed over the antidote just now asked a little puzzled, "Great Zujin, why didn't you go out and clean up these elves yourself? With your strength close to the peak hero level, you should be able to easily Defeat these long ears, shall we?"

Zujin shook his head and sighed, "Why don't I want to, Malacath."

"However, once I go out to fight, then this term's ranger general will definitely use that divine weapon longbow to deal with me. That divine weapon... the bonus it gets in this forest is too great, even if I am in her hands It’s not good to ask for it.”

The magic lord Malakas nodded, "I understand, that's why both sides don't invest in top-level combat power, and use troops to wrestle?"

"Well... the life of the Amani troll is too hard, and such a day does not know when the head will be..."

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Li Reza looked at the troll army and the three leading commanders who appeared in front of Zul'Aman's gate and showed a contemptuous smile.

"Heh... Sure enough, as I expected, that coward Zujin still didn't dare to fight in person, did he send another capable man this time? Ekilsson..."

Charlemagne looked at the lean troll with blue eagle feathers on his head, and recalled the identity of the other party when he heard Li Reza's name.

Ekilson, who was selected as the incarnation of the Eagle Spirit in history, at this time he had not become a shaman before he met the orcs of the old tribe, but just a sorcerer.

"It's still the same, since Zujin doesn't make a move, then these trolls will be handed over to you, and I will only be responsible for sweeping the formation for you from behind."

Since Zujin still couldn't shrink back, Li Resa also relievedly delegated the command and combat advice to the adjutants in line with the idea of ​​military training.

Although Cirvanas was temporarily slapped to the end, she is the daughter of the Ranger General after all, the next Ranger General, who would not listen to her really giving orders?

Of course Queen Xi’s pride would definitely not do such a thing. This time, she wanted to observe other people’s command methods on the front line.

Yarvin and Sclan, two experienced veterans, were entrusted with important tasks, and Charlemagne also led his team of rangers to the forefront.

Staring sharply at Halaz on the opposite side, Charlemagne couldn't help touching the scar on his face.

"Uncle Yawen, Commander of Sclan, leave Halraz to me and Cirvanas this time, I must use this battle to avenge myself!"

Cirvanas didn't speak, but drew out his longbow and stood beside Charlemagne to express his position.

Yawen and Sclan looked at each other, and smiled with relief at the same time.

"Very good! You have to find the lost dignity by yourself, go, we will help you stop Nalorak and the troll army!"

The mage leader, Lianda, also confidently looked at the lean troll in the distance.

"Leave Akirsson to me. It's been a long time since I've actually fought against the sorcerer. I'm looking forward to it."

Halraz obviously also noticed Charlemagne's staring eyes at him. He smiled disdainfully, stretched out his thumb and made a throat-cutting motion on his neck.

With the rhythmic drumbeats coming from behind the trolls' position, their large army, led by the three commanders, once again attacked the high elves' position.

If there are no accidents... this battle will determine the outcome of the entire war.