Chapter 45: Anticlimactic battle

　　 After separating from Aristophanes, Taranas walked into the wounded tent.
　　 "Carls, how are you doing?"
　　 "I can't die, hiss--, Taranas." The wounded elf scout was naked, struggling to sit up, "This arrow hurts."
　　 "Fortunately, it is not poisonous," Taranas approached him, looked at the tightly bandaged wound, nodded and said.
　　 "Thanks to your little guy who helped me block the axe. It's just a pity that Daniel and the others." Kars leaned on the tent tarp, as if it would feel better.
"The relationship is far away, but this little mage really surprised me," Taranas also sat down, "Quick reaction, decisive cast, and really good vision." After finishing he said Aris. Tofin's inferences about the trolls were told to Karls.
　　 "Indeed, we were surrounded by no less than thirty trolls. Although several trolls were killed during the breakout, they could kill us all in the jungle if they wanted to."
　　 "In other words, the troll really wants to wipe us all out in the jungle?"
　　 "It is unrealistic to wipe out all, but it is possible to consume a part and kill a part. The jungle here is contaminated with voodoo, and our ranger's strength is greatly restricted."
　　 "Then hurry up and move forward. When we get to the camp, we have a chance to avenge Daniel and the others. You can recover from your injury, and we will leave early tomorrow morning." After talking, Taranas walked out of the wounded tent.
　　In the jungle far from the path, the trolls set up a simple camp in a clearing in the middle.
　　 "Walgas, how is it?" Priest Clief asked.
　　 "Priest Clive, we have too few manpower. The camp of those pointed ears is very strong, and hard attacks can cause huge casualties."
　　 "Then what do you think should be done?"
"Patience, ambush, harassment, sneak attack. This is our site. After seeing those people's heads, Pointy Ears dare not send scouts into the jungle anymore, and many of them are novices. I confirmed this again when I threw the heads today. Point, and this is our chance."
　　 "But I heard the hunters say that there is a wizard in this team, and he also blocked your attack..."
　　 "It doesn't matter, Priest Cleef, according to previous experience, those sharp-eared wizards often run faster than rabbits when encountering things, and will not pose a threat to us."
　　 "Well, what can I do?"
　　 "I hope you can pray to the lynx spirit, bless the remaining warriors, and reduce the probability of being discovered."
　　 "Yes, I am serving Lord Haraz, so let's use those six pointed ears as a sacrifice!"
　　 "As you wish, your priest."
　　 Clive built a simple altar in the forest overnight.
　　 Soon the next morning, he drew some mysterious runes with the blood of those elves, and began to pray to the lynx spirit.
　　 After a while, a huge lynx phantom appeared in the air. It glanced at the troll below and roared silently. The trolls present suddenly felt lighter.
　　 Then the lynx spirit leaped into the air and disappeared, ignoring the "sacrifices".
　　 "Vorgas, Lord Harraz has given his blessings, and the rest is up to you."
"Leave it to me, Priest Cleef." Then he waved his hand and led the remaining hunters and troll warriors into the jungle. Accompanied by the sway of the bushes, they quickly disappeared, leaving only Clive and his two Guard.
　　 turned his gaze back to Aristophanes. After another night of meditation, Aristophanes got out of the tent. At this time, the long night is about to end, it is the darkest time of the day, but the camp is full of voices and bright lights.
　　 was the flames of the camp, he looked at the dark woods on both sides of the road, but he couldn't see anything.
　　 "Get up, Aristophanes."
　　 "Yes, Taranas. Are we going to leave?"
　　 "Wait until the tent is dismantled and leave."
　　 "Are you not sending scouts?"
　　 "There are too few veterans, I must hold on to every strength."
　　 At this time, Karls walked to the two of them. He saluted Taranas first, then turned to Aristophanes: "Thank you, Windrunner kid."
　　 "You are polite, Captain Karls, after all, we are in the same boat now." Eristophan said with a smile.
　　 "Okay, let's talk about it later. Aristophanes, Karls, I need your help, be vigilant!"
　　 "Yes, Commander."
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　　 "Wolgas, here they are!"
　　 "Go ahead, everyone is ready to throw axe and spear, listen to my instructions!"
　　 Walgas saw through the woods a group of elves walking in his direction along the path.
　　 He squinted his eyes, stared at the mage in the team, grasped the handle of the axe in his hand, and a trace of hideousness flashed across his face.
　　 Just when he was about to give an offensive order, suddenly the wizard next to the wizard said something, the wizard nodded, and then the whole team stopped.
　　 "Did he find us? Impossible, with the protection of the lynx spirit, no one can find the troll hidden in this jungle!"
　　 The mage walked to the front of the team surrounded by everyone, and then began to cast the spell.
With the release of the secret energy in Aristophane, the energy in the air resonated with these secret energy. A stone with a diameter of about one meter visible to the naked eye appeared ten meters above Aristophane’s head and ran across it. With all kinds of electric lights.
　　 Vargas' pupils shrunk, he ignored his thoughts, yelled in his mouth and immediately rushed to the jungle behind him.
　　 "Retreat!"
　　 "Meteorology-Thunder Strike!"
The meteorite dragged its blue tail straight into the woods hidden by Vargas. With a "boom", a shock came, and a clearing appeared in the woods, accompanied by trolls. Screams.
　　 Aristophane ignored the surprise of Taranas and others, and quickly condensed a second meteorite, exploded again, and then the third and fourth shots.
　　 After the four meteorites fell, if you look down from the sky, you will find four overlapping circular clearings in the woods on the roadside.
　　 "Master Mage, how did you find that there was an ambush?" asked an elf recruit next to him.
"Look more, boy, don't you notice that compared with the previous one, there are no birds flying in this forest, and no birds singing?" Karls said next to him, "Taranas, do you need to send someone in to see it?" ?"
　　 "No need~EbookFREE.me~ Taranas stared at the crater exploded by meteorite technique and shook his head, "This time it should cause a lot of damage to the troll. Stay alert and keep going! "
　　 After talking, a few people turned back and continued to march towards the camp.
　　 The trolls were miserable, Vargas escaped, but most of the thirty elite trolls he brought were killed and injured.
　　 "Walgas, what shall we do next?" A troll hunter came over and asked.
　　 "Retreat!" Walgas gritted his teeth, looked at the miserable troll warriors, and chose to retreat.
　　 When Vargas led the remaining troll warriors back to the camp the previous night, the priest Clief who remained behind hurried out.
　　 "Are you all right, Volgas!"
　　 "It's okay, Priest Cleef, it's just that we have lost thirteen soldiers and six hunters." He said depressed.
"Oh, this is also expected," Culiffe sighed. "Otherwise, Jagorakin would not just let us bring this person. After all, those pointed ears were defeated by magic. The great ancestral empire of Oman!"
"It's my fault. I underestimated these pointed ears." As Walgas looked at the troll warriors outside, almost everyone lost their fighting spirit, and even murmured "God's punishment," It is Thunder Loa's divine punishment!"
"Go back, Vargas, we still have a long way to go, I hope you can remember today's shame." Culiffe raised his long arm and patted Vargas on the shoulder, "Zu Aman Empire Will rise again!"
　　 "Yes, the Zuaman Empire is bound to rise!" Vargas lifted his spirits, and at the same time said silently in his heart, "Sooner or later we will fight again, wizard wizard!"