Chapter 62: attack

　　 Early the next morning, the troll warriors surrounded the large altar in the middle of the camp. They carefully observed the altar that was heavily guarded by guards:
The altar is square as a whole. There are three floors. The four corners of the second floor are equipped with one-person-high stone sculptures of war bear, dragon eagle, eagle, and lynx, representing the four Loa believed in Zu Aman. On the third floor, a flag representing Zu Aman is inserted, and under the flag is a large totem pole crafted.
　　 "The chief is coming!" I don't know who shouted, and the trolls separated a path.
　　 Jagorakin solemnly wore a feather crown, and his naked green upper body was painted with oil paint. Priests such as Muriel and Hai'an followed behind him. His face was also painted with oil paint, with a solemn expression.
Several people came to the large altar. The whole area was quiet. Jagorakin walked to the top of the altar and stood in front of the totem pole, while the remaining four priests stood in the four corners of the second floor. Among them, Nalo The priest of Luck was the former deputy of Buck.
　　 "Pull up the sacrifice!" Following Jagorakin's order, several bound elves and humans were sent to the altar by the guards.
"The great God of Loa, the mysterious God of Loa, the omnipotent God of Loa, I would like to offer you our most precious sacrifice: the life of the enemy, and pray for your divine power to protect Ansong Warriors of the tribe!"
　　Following Jagorakin’s prayers, the four priests also put on various weird masks, and then lit the braziers in front of the various stone sculptures, chanting the same words.
　　 After Jagorakin prayed, he took out the daggers he had prepared, and cut open the throats of the captured elves one by one, and then collected the blood flowing out with stone basins and clay pots.
　　 After the blood of the last child ran out, he asked the guards to take the useless corpses down, and then turned and prayed again for the collected blood.
And the four priests sprinkled a handful of herbal powder into the burning brazier, and then a puff of blue smoke emerged from the brazier, and then the four puffs of blue smoke misted up and quickly turned into a bear, a dragon eagle, an eagle, and The lynx flies or sits or runs around the totem pole and blood. At the same time, the nearby trolls feel their body lightened and their spirits are also lifted.
　　 Jagoragin saw this scene and knew that the sacrifice was a success. After that, as long as the brazier was burned and the blood was replaced, the power of the Loas would not be broken.
"Warriors of the Darkpine tribe!" Jagorakin turned around and shouted, facing the trolls under the altar, "Loas responded to our request, and I believe you will feel it too! For Zuaman, tear Break those long ears!"
　　 "For Zu Aman!" "Taz Dingo!" The trolls waved their weapons frantically, shouting slogans.
　　 "Culiffe, Haian, you lead your priests and 800 blessed troll warriors, fifty trolls, and attack those long ears with all your strength!"
　　 "Yes!" answered the two priests on the altar, a man and a woman.
　　 "Vorgas, you lead the voodoo shooter to ensure the safety of our rear food road, don't let me down again!"
　　 Vargas raised the spear in his right hand under the altar: "Tastingo!"
　　 "Okay, let's get started!"
　　 Tacquelin line of defense, Kael'thas, Crevy Windrunner and Hawke Qingge stand on a command post in the forward position. After a few days of rest, with the help of the priest, Krivi Windrunner has recovered and once again served as the commander of the Tarquelin line.
　　 The three of them were looking at the map near Taquilin, when an elf ranger suddenly broke in.
　　 "His Royal Highness, Commander, there is movement in the troll camp! I saw a team of at least five hundred trolls leaving the camp and attacking our line of defense!"
　　 "Are they all ordinary trolls?" Crevy Windrunner asked.
　　 "No, there are some giant trolls, as well as some very strangely decorated trolls."
　　 "Okay, I see, you go down and rest first."
　　 "Crivi, is the troll going to attack?" Kael'thas asked as he watched the leaving ranger.
　　 "Yes, your lord, the trolls should start to attack. This is the front line, it's too dangerous, you should go back first." Crevy Windrunner persuaded.
"No need, these trolls can't hurt me, and I gave the order that the Mages Legion cannot leave the forward position without an order. This is what I paid for the life of a magister." Kael'thas laughed. , "I can't be the first to violate it. But the next command is up to you, Crevy."
　　" Crevy nodded when he saw it, he was afraid of Kael'thas's random command.
　　 "Hawk, inform the whole army to be on guard! All combat teams immediately enter the position, the Mages Corps stationed in the second line of defense, and the reserve team should be prepared!"
　　 "Yes, Commander!"
　　 After a while, Crivy's good eyesight saw the trolls rushing from a distance, and the giant trolls at the head.
　　 "Ready to fight!" With this command, the rangers put arrows on their bows one after another, and some of the wizards assigned to the battle squad became nervous.
　　 The troll team on the opposite side was also well prepared. Based on the previous offensive experience, Clive and Haian ordered their team to stand outside the range of the Ranger, and then quickly pierce the totem poles to restore the physical strength that came along the way.
　　 After a while, they ordered the giant troll to go forward, and the troll warrior to follow behind, attacking the elf position.
　　 Krivi Windrunner calculated the yardage and distance. After seeing the troll enter the range of the rangers' bows and arrows, he waved his raised hand downwards and shouted: "Let it go!"
　　 With an order, the rangers shot out the prepared bows and arrows in their hands.
　　 "Roar!" Then the giant trolls and the troll warriors behind them roared, their size enlarged two times, their eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes, and they ran toward the elf's position in the direction of the arrow rain.
　　 "Du Du Du Duo", these bows and arrows shot at the head of the giant troll, as if nailed to hard leather, making a sound, but they did not cause them much damage as before.
　　 After the first rain of arrows, the giant troll in the front row was filled with arrows like a hedgehog, but this did not stop the giant troll from running wildly.
　　 Krivi’s pupils tightened: "Magic arrow ready! Release!"
"Boom boom boom", after the magic arrow hit the giant troll, bursts of explosions were emitted. Finally, the giant troll couldn't bear the damage and fell. However, some giant trolls resisted the pain and rushed to the position. To the position of 100 meters, this is already a very dangerous distance.
"Free to shoot, repel them!" Then Krivi Windrunner turned his head and said to Kael'thas, "His Royal Highness, I need the Mages Legion to retain power, staring at the trolls who should be priests, and always do a good job of spell countermeasures. Preparation."
　　 "I see, can only the ranger be able to withstand this offensive? These trolls are obviously different from the trolls who attacked us before." Kael'thas squeezed the sword around his waist and asked.
　　 "At most, it has changed from one arrow to two arrows. As long as the opposing legal profession doesn't take action, so you and the mages under your command are very important." Crivi Windrunner said solemnly.
　　 Kael'thas nodded, indicating that he understood, and then turned to look at the priests who were gradually approaching the front line.
　　 With the first giant troll rushing to the battlefield, the rangers and the trolls had to start a very cruel close battle in the first wave of offensive.
　　 Seeing that the distance was almost close, Culiffe and Haian glanced at each other, and then issued an offensive command to the priest under him.
The troll priests could not restrain themselves. They took out their weapons and started to inspire the power of Totem and Loa. For fear of accidental injury, some priests aimed at the elves of the second line of defense, sending out flashes of lightning and flames; the other part Waving two one-handed weapons, summoning various elemental creatures, sparks and lightning rushed into the position to fight with the rangers.
　　 Kael'thas saw that the troll caster moved, and immediately gave an order to the mage army to activate a magic shield, blocking the flying lightning and fireballs, and then launched a counterattack.
　　 From the mage's position, fireballs and ice arrows flew to the priests such as Kolief and Hai'an as quickly as possible.
　　 However, priests such as Kolief and Hai'an have put up various totem poles, summoned fire and earth elements, and blocked these attacks. Except for a few hapless ones who were rubbed by the fireball, the remaining priests were all safe and sound.
　　 The casters on both sides froze like this.
　　 Kael'thas had already drew the sword from his waist and started fighting with nearby trolls.
　　 He waved his sword with his left hand and cast spells with his right hand. At the same time, Ao was also around to help him cover, and soon many trolls died beside him.
　　 The rangers saw the prince personally come off the battlefield, their morale was greatly boosted, and a direct wave of counterattacks drove the trolls out of the battlefield again.
　　 Clive and Hai’an saw that this offensive was impossible, and led the retreating troll to retreat beyond the range of the bow and arrow, and rested on the spot to recover.
　　 The elves also rushed to rest, the wounded were sent to Taquelin behind, and at the same time began to repair the positions destroyed by the trolls.
　　 However, just waiting for the second batch of elves to come up, the trolls attacked again.
　　 In this way, the two sides repeatedly saw the saw for a day. The troll left nearly two hundred corpses in front of this position, and nearly one hundred Elven Ranger wounded were also sent to Tacquelin.
　　 Cliff and Haian saw Jagorakin who had just arrived in the temporary camp.
　　 "How is the loss today?"
　　 "There were nearly two hundred trolls killed in battle, and nearly one hundred troll warriors were injured." Clive said bitterly.
　　 "How was the result?"
　　 "Every time I can step on the long ears' position, but every time I get knocked back. The wizards in their second line of defense will cast spells to hinder our follow-up troops' attack." Hai'an said.
　　 "It's okay, I brought another group of trolls. Zuaman is also constantly sending troops to us, maintaining this offensive, we can win! For Zuaman!"
　　 Taquilin Line.
　　 "His Royal Highness, you have also seen the attack of the trolls. We need troops, more troops!" Crivi Windrunner said to Kael'thas.
　　 "I will immediately send a letter to the father, and you will also submit a report to Silvermoon City, asking for reinforcements." Kael'thas was simply neat.
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　　 The Farstrider Fortress facing them across the mountain, Aristophanes and others communicated with Lorthe Marcelon who had just returned to the fortress.
　　 "You said that the troll's troops are constantly pouring out of that fortress?" Taranas frowned.
"Yes," Lor'themar Theron, a servant of the wind and dust, took up the wine glass on the table and drank it. "And the trolls are clearly aware of our team. They have increased their guards, and it is the same Volga. What's the matter, I have been tracking me. We have fought his team in the jungle many times and we have suffered casualties."
　　 "Wolgas," Aristophan reminded, "Then you came back for?"
　　 "Our supplies ran out, and most of them were injured, so we hurried back."
　　 "Did you not go west?" Adrien asked.
Lor'themar shook her head: "Due to our sneak attack, the trolls have deployed a line of defense from the Temple of the Sun to the deep jungle in the south. I have tried it. With forty travellers in my hands. , It's hard to penetrate there."
At this moment, Cahill Lightblade came in, holding a roll of parchment ~EbookFREE.me~ As a rare arcanist in Farstrider Fortress, he was rescued by Taranas Staying here all the time, doing some daily work in the fortress with that Alina.
　　 "Mage Aristophane, Silvermoon City has sent an urgent order to you and Lord Taranas."
　　 Aristophane took it and opened it, and after reading it, handed it to Taranas next to it.
　　 Taranas looked at Aristophanes after reading, the two nodded, then stood up and began to issue orders to everyone present, Lor'themar and others also quickly stood up.
Aristophane was the first to speak: "The King of Anasteria just sent a report from the front of Tacquelin, and the situation is not optimistic. He asked us to dispatch rangers to reinforcements. Taranas and I have already formulated it in advance. Plan, now announce the order."
"The Farstrider Fortress now has 1,500 rangers," Taranas said afterwards. "Aristophant Windrunner led 800 people to go northward by boat to Tacqueline for support, Lorthe Marcelon Act as deputy."
　　 "Adrian is the main, and Heather and Frewin are the lieutenants, leading 500 rangers to guard the Farstrider Fortress. If necessary, you can abandon the outer farmland, vineyards, etc., and stick to the Farstrider Fortress castle and warehouse."
　　 "And I led the Farstrider squad and two hundred rangers, my deputy Kars, deep into the jungle to harass the trolls' logistics supply line."
　　 "Any questions?"
　　 A group of elves shook their heads, Cahill Lightblade suddenly interjected: "My lord, I want to follow you to Taquilin."
　　 Aristophanes nodded, but did not reject him.
　　 "Anyone else has a problem?" Taranas asked again.
　　 "Then go down and prepare, and leave on time tomorrow morning!"
　　 "Yes!"