Through reconnaissance, Galen roughly estimated that the villages surrounding the outskirts of the Witherbark Village numbered between six and seven thousand, mostly patrolled by troll headhunters.
According to the kingdom's intelligence, the number of trolls hiding in the mountain caves was estimated to be less than three thousand.
Of course, intelligence is only a reference, and the plan still needs to be carefully deployed.
Gandalf used group teleportation to bring more than two thousand base soldiers to the north. In a while, he will lead Omar and Fadil's team, a total of five thousand people, to feign an attack on the north, while summoning water elementals to attack together.
After breaking through the walls of Witherbark Village, they will cooperate with the main force to clear the surrounding village gathering points, and finally converge at the entrance of the cave in Witherbark Village.
Galen personally controlled the southern side, using Gandalf's water elementals was a very cost-effective move. The gold required was less than that needed for a human footman, and the water elementals were nearly six meters tall, exceeding the height of the wooden walls of Witherbark Village, creating a strong sense of oppression.
Gandalf would deal with one of the two ninth levelpowerhouses in Witherbark Village, and Galen would take over the other. With the increase in the base's population, currently exceeding twenty-five thousand, and with the blessing of the Power of Kings, Galen had already stepped into the peak of the eighth-order. Adding in more than ten thousand troops, they could overwhelm a ninth levelpowerhouse with sheer numbers.
With everything ready, Galen, riding on his warhorse, couldn't help but think of the Roman Total War, where the general would encourage morale at the start of each battle, saying: "Today is a good day!"
Today is a good day, suitable for conquering and plundering.
Galen and Gandalf began summoning water elementals from the south and north respectively.
Before long, ten water elementals were ready on each side. The duration of the first water elemental had already passed halfway, and summoning more would be a waste of time and gold.
Gandalf launched a magical firework to the north, which bloomed in the air with a dazzling light.
Galen received the signal on his side, and he commanded the water elementals to lead the way, followed by the infantry phalanx in the front, and the musketeer troops in the rear, all approaching the gate of Witherbark Village.
Galen only released half of his troops in the vanguard, and the other half remained hidden in the forest, waiting for orders. This was his reserve force, used to prevent unexpected events.
Actually, it's not accurate to say the north and south directions, but rather the north and west. Although Minas Tirith is south of Witherbark Village, the south side of Witherbark Village is mountainous, so Galen is now attacking the west gate of Witherbark Village.
Originally, Witherbark Village was in a tense atmosphere. This atmosphere had been growing in the village ever since Beastmaster Rak'zan went and never returned. The two leaders who returned from Shadra'nor two days later than Rak'zan tried their best to appease the fluctuating public sentiment.
When Galen's army pressed in today, and the six-meter-tall water elementals approached, this oppressive atmosphere seemed to intensify.
The guards at the city gate were the first to spot the human army and immediately raised the alarm. The warnings from the two city gates caused a moment of surprise in Witherbark Village, which was already under martial law.
For the Witherbark Trolls, the humans in the Arathi Highlands were a formidable enemy. They were a different race, enemies, occupying the trolls' territory and driving them to the edge of the highlands.
Because of years of fighting, they knew that the human army had insufficient troops. Even when their king led troops to attack Witherbark Village more than ten years ago, they concentrated their forces to attack one route. The division of troops into two routes to attack two city walls like today had never happened before.
However, the troll commander still reacted quickly, sending out a rallying signal, and then dividing the rallied young and strong, including the strong female trolls, into two teams to support the north and south gates respectively.
Judging from the speed of their rapid support, they should have been prepared for an attack in advance.
On Galen's side, because the walls of Witherbark Village were just a circle of wooden walls, the trolls could not rely on the walls for defense, so they could only pour out of the wooden gate and gather at the gate. The trolls in the front row held wooden shields for defense, and the headhunters in the back row held their throwing spears tightly, waiting for the upcoming collision.
After learning military knowledge from Amor for a period of time, Galen roughly judged that there were about three thousand trolls at the city gate.
Three thousand against five thousand, the strength of the troops seems to be quite different, but that's not how battles are calculated. The Witherbark Trolls are a branch of the Forest Trolls, and their height is generally over two meters, and they are as thin as bamboo poles, but their combat effectiveness is not weak.
Their barbaric lifestyle has made them very sturdy. Coupled with their powerful self-healing ability, trolls can be regarded as one of the top combat races in Azeroth.
At the front of the troll army was a troll witch doctor wearing a strange headdress and a wooden mask. He was the commander of this troop. The tall water elementals in front of the humans put a lot of pressure on him. Behind him was his home, and no matter how difficult it was, he had to defend the position.
Fortunately, there were only ten of these big guys. He believed in his people. Ten big guys and five thousand human soldiers, although difficult, were not without a chance.
The troll witch doctor made a gesture, signaling the troll soldiers to be ready.
Musket bullets hit the shields of the troll shield guards, making a dull sound, and at the same time, a cloud of gunpowder smoke was stirred up in the military formation.
The musketeers relied on the upgraded attack distance of their muskets and began to attack in advance after the trolls entered the range.
"Raise shields!"
Seeing that the front row of infantry was about to approach the throwing range of the headhunters, Galen ordered the infantry to raise their shields for defense and approach the trolls.
Ten water elementals approached, and more than three thousand human infantrymen holding shields slowly approached the troll battle formation. After approaching the range of the troll headhunters, the friction sound produced by the infantry's use of the shield-raising skill was uniform.
"Clang!"
Coincidentally, the sun was located in the east at this moment, and the shields raised by the human infantry reflected the sunlight, instantly blinding the unprepared trolls in front, causing them to be sore and painful from the sunlight, and tears flowed down their faces.
"Target the human army! Throw!"
The troll witch doctor commander issued the order. The headhunters in the back row were also affected by the sunlight reflected by the shields, but after hearing the attack order, they had to throw the spears in their hands.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The spears were thrown with great force, and the friction with the air made a piercing sound. The battle between humans and trolls was once again launched in the Arathi Highlands.
Because the headhunters were dazzled by the sunlight reflected by the shields, their accuracy needed to be improved. As the human phalanx advanced, the last row of the musketeer phalanx also began to attack. With the ebb and flow, the infantry suffered little casualties.
The trolls in the back row began to be shot and fall to the ground, wailing, and some unlucky trolls were even shot in the head and killed.
Galen's side consisted of professional soldiers trained by the Heart of Origin, who were instilled with professional military knowledge. Their combat capabilities were very powerful, far more professional and accurate than the trolls.
The trolls were originally just young and strong men in the village who were forced to be summoned and given simple weapons and equipment before going into battle. They relied only on their superior physical fitness to fight against the enemy. Without strong military qualities, and with fewer numbers than the human army, they were destined to be at a disadvantage from the beginning.
The shield trolls hiding behind the wooden shields had their vision blocked by the wooden shields. The impact from the wooden shields already made them a little nervous, and at this moment, the screams and pain of the trolls who were shot and fell to the ground in the back row caused some confusion among them.
The chaos in the troll army was Galen's opportunity. He saw that one of the leading water elementals had been scattered by the spears and the witch doctor's concentrated fire, so he added another one.
"Kill! Full army charge!"
The chaos in the troll army was Galen's opportunity, and of course he would not miss it. He directly ordered the infantry to charge and at the same time sent a signal flare to let the hidden troops attack, preparing to encircle them.
The trolls of Witherbark did not expect the human commander before them to be so insidious, hiding half of his forces.
Although some trolls in the battle formation were injured by musket fire, under the suppression of the witch doctor overseers, and with the healing totems of the witch doctors restoring their wounds, the troll formation stabilized again.
Because the headhunters' eyes were affected by the reflected sunlight, their accuracy was insufficient, so they focused their fire on ten large water elementals. The water elementals were quickly dispersed, forming large puddles on the ground, affecting the progress of the infantry.
Galen watched and cursed inwardly. He had miscalculated. He wouldn't concentrate the water elementals' advance next time. The highland grassland, soaked in water, would turn into a mud pit after two steps, affecting the speed of advance.
Fortunately, he had kept a trick up his sleeve.
The reserve force of five thousand men launched a full-scale attack, giving the trolls a final charge. The deafening shouts caused the trolls' barely stabilized morale to plummet once again, and their lines were slowly retreating.
As the infantry engaged the trolls in melee combat, casualties began to occur.
Although the large shields held by the human infantry were very thick and sturdy, and the protected area was considerable, after the Shield Wall skill was activated, the withered wood trolls' limited counterattacks simply could not harm the infantry, whose entire bodies were covered by the large shields.
However, on both sides of the city gate, the trolls had built two watchtowers. The troll headhunters on top attacked from above the infantry, causing considerable casualties with their thrown spears. Fortunately, Galen had spent gold to activate the paladin's Devotion Aura from the start of the battle, increasing the infantry's armor, so the injured infantry were not killed instantly.
Even so, Galen's troops still suppressed the trolls, forcing them into the inner city walls. The troll headhunters had already retreated inside the city walls, relying on the wooden walls to counterattack the human infantry, as only the wooden walls could give them some sense of security.
However, the headhunters' weapons and equipment were too primitive and backward. The throwing spears were made of sharp stones, with only a small number having iron spearheads. The infantry's full plate armor left them helpless.
Damn it! The current battle is really too disadvantageous. These human infantry are covered in armor from head to toe, and each of them is carrying such a large shield onto the battlefield. It's simply bullying.
The troll witch doctor overseer was so angry that his teeth itched.
The trolls were filled with resentment and felt extremely aggrieved, while Galen felt very comfortable. Crushing them with weapons and equipment, crushing them with numbers, how could he possibly lose?
The gold-spending warrior Galen was teaching online, telling the trolls that he had overcome the phobia of insufficient troops, and then this feeling of bullying people with equipment and numbers was too exhilarating.
It can only be understood, not expressed in words.
Seeing that his side had already gained the upper hand, Galen dismounted and advanced, approaching the trolls' two watchtowers under the protection of his guards' shields. He spent gold again to summon two water elementals, using Water Wave to attack the troll headhunters on the two watchtowers, preventing them from continuing to attack from above.
With the watchtowers restrained, Galen freed up his hands. With a wave of his hand, a gold-spending Blizzard fell into the troll crowd. For a time, wails of misery filled the air, emptying a space in the back of the troll lines.
Dozens of troll corpses were left in the center of the Blizzard, while the trolls on the periphery fled the range of the Blizzard's attack. Although they suffered serious injuries, they quickly recovered under the powerful self-healing ability and the healing totems of the witch doctors, and rejoined the battle.
Seeing that the trolls were still stubbornly resisting at the city gate, and that Galen's subsequent troops had all entered the field, he waved his hand, and a new water elemental appeared next to the wooden wall. After a while, another new water elemental appeared. Galen directed them to attack the wooden wall of the withered wood village.
One of the two mortar squads was assigned to Gandalf, and the other was hidden by Galen in the rear. Now that the water elementals were holding the front line, they had been waiting for half a day, and now they could finally be put to use.
Mortar Squad
Armor Type: Leather Armor
Weapon: 60mm caliber mortar, refined gunpowder shells
Attack Interval: 3.5 seconds
Attack Method: Ranged Bombardment
Skills: Flashbang, Precision Lob
Range: 40 meters to 2500 meters
Manufacturing Cost: 180 units of gold, 70 units of wood
The twenty-four-man mortar squad, with two people working together, one carrying shells on his back and the other carrying the barrel, used the water elementals as cover, placed the barrel, aimed at the location of the water elementals' attack, and bombarded the base of the wooden wall.
The Second Battalion Commander's Italian artillery is about to show its power!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a round of bombardment, the wooden wall, made of nearly one-meter-thick century-old logs, had begun to show damage, and even one place, after being repeatedly impacted by the water flow of the water elementals, had begun to tilt.
The sound of artillery explosions roared constantly on the battlefield.
Hold on! Hold on! Warriors of Witherwood, behind us is our home, we cannot let the humans in, they will slaughter our relatives!
The troll witch doctors and their teammates had been casting spells to use healing totems, constantly assisting the tribesmen in battle, and also had to encourage morale, so they were extremely busy and could not care about the attacked walls.
At the same time, some of the witch doctors stopped casting healing totems and began to attack the front-line infantry. The witch doctors shuffled along, looking like comical monkeys, and then, with a wave of their hands, a thick red-patterned totem was summoned, and then, with a flash of light from the totem, a fist-sized fireball shot towards the human infantry.
Bang!
Although the soldier who was hit relied on his instinctive reaction to danger and held up his shield to block the exploding lava fireball, he was still injured by the huge impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell backward, hitting his teammates behind him!
Why is the power so great?
More than a dozen such totems were summoned, and seeing that his attack was being contained and the trolls were showing signs of stabilizing.
Galen saw this scene in his eyes and was shocked. It seemed that there was a reason why withered wood Village could stand in the east of the Arathi Highlands and not be cleared by his father, who could not tolerate sand in his eyes.
They have some skills!
Although their ordinary soldiers' military literacy is not good, most of them are conscripted civilians, but their spellcasters have some ability. After all, they are a race with ten thousand years of inheritance, and it must be said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse.
Because the battle line was too long and they were attacking on two fronts, Galen handed over sixty mages to Gandalf to command. He originally thought that he could cause a devastating offensive against the trolls by relying on his numerical advantage, but he did not expect the trolls' totem magic to be so powerful.
A section of the huge log wall finally collapsed under the multiple bombardments of the water elementals and mortars. withered wood Village lost the barrier of the wooden wall. As long as the infantry all entered the city, the trolls would completely collapse!
And Galen saw that the wooden wall had a crack, and was happy in his heart. How could I, little Zhuge, miscalculate? The city is broken!
Suddenly, a warning sign surged into his heart, and an exploding lava fireball flew towards him, as big as a washbasin. Even if Galen dodged, he would be injured by its exploding fragments.
At the critical moment, Galen immediately stopped the Blizzard he was releasing and used the gold-spending invincible Holy Shield.
Just as a translucent shield with a yellow glow on the surface appeared on Galen's body, the lava fireball smashed into the shield and exploded. After the shield trembled slightly, a large amount of burning rubble slid off the shield's light cover.
Galen's heart was pounding wildly, and his face was still in shock, but the few guards around him were not so lucky. They were shaken by the shock wave of the explosion and staggered, bleeding from their mouths and noses.
Who the hell is shooting cold arrows? Fortunately, I have a lot of skills, otherwise I would really be dead!
In his invincible state, Galen began searching for the enemy who had launched the lava fireballs.
"You little trash, I'll kill you!"
Before long, he locked onto a tall figure within the Witherbark Village. He was staring intently in Galen's direction, his eyes sharp, his face full of anger, accompanied by hundreds of strong trolls, their momentum not weak.
This was a troll with light green skin, wielding two battle axes, a head of gray hair, and two huge fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth, his expression ferocious.
How could he not be ferocious? He had been beaten to his doorstep, the city wall had been breached, and if it were any later, his home would be gone.
The military leader of Witherbark Village, Zalas Witherbark, one of the ninth levelpowerhouses of Witherbark Village.
Galen had been waiting for him for a long time, but he didn't expect him to be so dishonorable, launching a sneak attack as soon as he appeared. He almost capsized in the gutter.
He conveniently cast priest healing spells on the fallen guards. The reason it was a healing spell was because Holy Light was a skill belonging to the hero Paladin, and it was much more expensive for Galen to use than the priest's healing spell.
Zalas waved his battle axes from the rear, and a huge totem appeared behind the troll army, emitting a faint glow to the surroundings. Those trolls who were originally listless after being injured seemed to glow with the light shining on them.
Then Zalas and his witch doctor troops continued to summon totems. These newly appeared totems flickered with red light, and then fireballs began to form one by one, and then small fireballs shot towards the human infantry.
"Large healing totem, flame totem?"
The troll's totem art is so buggy! It can automatically cast spells once summoned, and not only is the power good, but the effect is also amazing!
This reminded Galen of when he was playing games in his previous life. There was a version of the Resto Shaman that could throw a few totems and have more healing than the Resto Druid or Mistweaver Monk in the team.
Shamans are too strong, but let's nerf Druids!
The troll's totem art is equivalent to having an extra spell output and a heal. How annoying, his priests are too precious, and he didn't dare to put them into the bloody battlefield.
Galen was anxious, he couldn't delay any longer. He didn't know if the other ninth levelpowerhouse had come out? Since Zalas Witherbark appeared on his side, then the Nimar the Slayer was likely looking for Gandalf.
He had to quickly behead Zalas and support Gandalf. As a melee warrior, the Slayer had a high probability of successfully ambushing Gandalf.
Two infantry phalanxes had already entered the interior of Witherbark Village from the collapsed wooden wall gap. Galen continued to summon water elements, directing the water elements and mortar squad to change positions to attack, and strive to open more gaps.
Galen was now multitasking, using Blizzard on the troll's back row, summoning a water element after the Blizzard guidance ended, and then continuing to release Blizzard, while always paying attention to Zalas's movements, preventing sneak attacks.
The Blizzard made the troll's back row dare not gather, restraining most of the troll soldiers' energy.
After Galen used his top-up ability, one person caught up with the output of a mage squad, pulling back the troll's ranged output advantage after Zalas appeared.
The battle had been going on for almost an hour, and the casualties on both sides were very heavy. Although the human infantry were all covered in plate armor plus shield defense, it was difficult for the troll soldiers to cause damage, but their weakness was low magic resistance, and they could only withstand the troll's fireballs. The fire element damage caused great trouble to the human infantry.
And the troll's casualties were much greater than Galen's side. The attacks of the musketeers, the casualties of the front row and the infantry facing each other, and Galen's Blizzard clearing, all caused heavy casualties to the trolls. If they didn't have a witch doctor troop of hundreds of people to assist, constantly healing with totems, Galen would have taken down these thousands of trolls long ago.
Don't look at Zalas wielding two battle axes, but he only released totems in the rear and didn't enter the city gate position like a meat grinder.
Of the three ninth levelpowerhouses in Witherbark Village, the Beastmaster Rak'zan who had already died and the Nimar the Slayer who had not yet appeared, these two were dedicated to combat, while Zalas Witherbark was obviously more inclined to the magic profession. At the same time, he also had Witherbark as his surname, indicating that he was at least a close relative of the chief's bloodline, and more likely the witch doctor priest of Witherbark Village.
In terms of frontal combat ability, he should not be comparable to the Nimar the Slayer.
Boom!
A wooden wall on the right collapsed. The moment it collapsed, the infantry phalanx that had been prepared immediately entered Witherbark Village from the gap and quickly rushed to the flank of the troll phalanx.
So far, the left and right flanks of the troll phalanx have been attacked by infantry phalanxes entering from two gaps, and as the human infantry continue to pour into the town, they slowly surround the troll phalanx.
As the troll headhunters in the back row began to be attacked, the offensive of Galen's side became more and more fierce. The large casualties of the troll headhunters made the troll troops' counterattack weaker and weaker. Even with the assistance of the witch doctors, they were unable to recover, and the troll's line began to collapse.
"No!"
Zalas, who was desperately commanding in the rear and constantly releasing totems to assist, was furious. He didn't come to the city gate in the first place, and he didn't know that there were more than twice as many humans outside the wall as his own side. He originally thought that relying on totem art could reverse the decline and defeat the humans.
As the wooden wall collapsed, a large number of human troops poured into the village, and he realized that one wrong step led to another, and the situation was beyond redemption.
No!
There's still a chance!
Zalas took out a bottle from the bag around his waist, opened it, and drank it all in one gulp. His body glowed slightly red.
Zalas had consumed too much magic power in the previous assists, and he had to take drugs if he wanted to make a comeback. Then he jumped up and did a strange dance, and a red halo spread outward from Zalas's body.
The troll guards around him were the first to change. The trolls, who were as thin as a day before, began to become stronger, the muscles on their arms bulged high, and their eyes glowed red.
As the halo expanded, the less than a thousand trolls in the encirclement also became stronger like Zalas's guards. The human infantry's long sword slashed on a troll's neck, but the troll was unscathed.
This kind of situation happened constantly, causing the human infantry to be stunned, and then the trolls seized the opportunity to counterattack.
A flesh and blood neck withstood the slash of a steel long sword?
Galen seemed to have thought of something.
The troll's voodoo magic, Ultimate Voodoo!
Ultimate Voodoo:
Turns friendly troops around the caster into an invincible state, but the caster himself will not enter an invincible state.
Galen shouted loudly: "Hold the formation, raise your shields to defend!" If they can't be hit, they can only be surrounded and not attacked first.
Having reacted, Galen made a decisive decision to capture the thief first and capture the king, directly attacking Zalas, the source of the spell.
"Soldiers, follow me!"
Galen led an infantry phalanx directly around the center scene and went straight to Zalas.
Zalas still had hundreds of troll guards around him. Galen took the lead and rushed in. The subsequent soldiers helped Galen intercept the trolls who wanted to stop him. For a time, Galen was like entering an uninhabited land.
Zalas's face was full of horror and surprise!
How did this human know the weakness of Ultimate Voodoo? Even humans more than ten years ago stopped before Ultimate Voodoo.
It was this spell that prevented King Thoras, who was young and vigorous at the time, from successfully conquering Witherbark Village and had to retreat.
Ultimate Voodoo allowed Witherbark Village to continue to stand in the southeast of the Arathi Highlands and has not been cracked by humans to this day. How did this young human in front of him know Ultimate Voodoo?
Zalas Witherbark's brain was already filled with doubts, and he was even a little at a loss. The foundation of the Witherbark tribe for thousands of years seemed to be shaken!
Zalas Witherbark was ultimately cut down by Galen's sword. Galen raised his head high, roaring in Trollish, "The Troll leader has been slain by my hand! The remaining Trolls will be spared if they surrender!"
The Trolls still standing watched as their leader's head was removed from his body, their faces filled with despair. The besieged Troll soldiers, deprived of the final Voodoo blessing, also lost their will to fight, and they threw down their weapons.
Only the Trolls of Zalas Witherbark's personal guard were filled with resolve, unwilling to surrender, and launched a desperate counterattack, only to be quickly surrounded and annihilated by the surrounding human infantry.
The battle at the east gate could be considered over. Zalas' severed head had wide, unblinking eyes filled with unwillingness.
His defeat was inevitable. A large number of healing totems and flame totems consumed a great deal of his mana. He had taken drugs when releasing the final Voodoo spell. Perhaps he still had trump cards he hadn't used, but defeat is defeat, and the defeated have no excuses.
"Azeroth native spirit detected. Collect it?"
The notification sound from the Origin Core in his mind attracted Galen's attention. Collect it, of course, he had to collect it. A one-stop service for killing and soul-snatching.
"Collect!"
After giving the order to collect, Galen saw a transparent Troll figure float out of Zalas's corpse, slowly rising into the sky, and then disappearing.
It was a familiar scene. In the game, this is how heroes ascend to the heavens.
There were more important things to do on the battlefield, and there was no time to check the changes of the spirit entering the Hall of Kings. Galen left two thousand people to guard the Troll prisoners, and at the same time, he let the priests enter to cooperate with them in rescuing the wounded, while collecting the corpses, waiting to use the Holy Knight's ultimate move to resurrect them after the war.
Just as Galen was preparing to go north to support Gandalf, he received mental fluctuations from Aragorn through the Origin Core: Kobold Canyon was under attack by a large number of Trolls!
Quickly connect to the Origin Core and watch the strategic map. The periphery of Kobold Canyon was densely packed with red dots. Switching to the base view, he saw Trolls approaching the walls of Kobold Canyon. A rough estimate put the number at no less than five thousand.
Aragorn had already led the soldiers to the city walls, standing in strict formation. Fortunately, when Galen planned Kobold Canyon, it was built to the specifications of a military fortress. Hundreds of arrow towers stood on the city walls, making Kobold Canyon like a hedgehog, leaving the Trolls with nowhere to bite.
Two brilliant magical fireworks, one red and one blue, exploded in the sky above Hamerfall.
Amor looked at the shining fireworks in the east and immediately issued an order to assemble, fully armed and ready to attack. He had to wait for Aragorn's signal before he could attack, to prevent being besieged and aid.
And the fireworks were the previously agreed-upon signal. Hamerfall and Kobold Canyon were mutually supporting horns, supporting each other. Red meant under attack, blue meant able to withstand, and yellow meant requesting support.
After Galen observed it through the base's perspective, he exited the base's perspective. Aragorn's auxiliary ability was super strong, and he was also on the defending side. With Kobold Canyon's ten-meter-high city walls, coupled with the assistance of the arrow towers, these five thousand Trolls might not even be able to climb the city walls.
The most urgent task was to annihilate the resisting forces in Witherbark Hold, and let Gandalf return to teleport the group, and take down the Trolls in front of Kobold Canyon in one fell swoop.
"Team One, Team Two, Team Three, Team Four, follow me! The rest of you clear the houses and escort the Troll civilians to the center of town!"
After issuing the order, Galen framed the four thousand-man teams and passed directly through the center of the town, heading towards the north gate.
The houses and buildings in Witherbark Hold were primitive and simple, mostly small wooden sheds made of wooden stakes. It was a pity for the glory of the empire ten thousand years ago. Azeroth, except for the Night Elves who were blessed by the Red Dragon and had eternal life, has always maintained its strength.
And the Trolls have regressed in ten thousand years. Except for the Zandalari Empire, the Amani Empire of the Northern Forest Trolls and the Gurubashi Empire of the Southern Jungle Trolls, have all fallen.
Terenas's soul once said to the dying Lich King Arthas on the Frozen Throne that kingship is not eternal, and the two Troll empires illustrate this point.
If I rely on the Origin Core to establish a new Stromgarde Empire, how long can it be glorious?
Galen was thinking wildly all the way, and the team approached the north gate. The battle here was very stalemate. Gandalf and the others had already broken through the north gate, and five thousand human soldiers poured into Witherbark Hold from the city gate and the collapsed wooden walls.
Five thousand soldiers and more than three thousand Trolls were in a mixed battle, and the Trolls relied on the houses to fight a street battle with the humans. At the city gate, a Troll with a bundle of spears on his back was being besieged by Omar and Varrokal. Judging from the momentum, it should be the other Level 9 of Witherbark Hold, the Slaughterer Nimar.
It was not quite appropriate to say it was a siege, because Nimar was suppressing the two love-struck friends, Omar and Varrokal. Nimar had the advantage and wanted to get away, but the two desperately held him back, making Nimar wail.
Gandalf summoned water elements in the field, using the water elements' tall bodies to attack the Trolls from above. At the same time, a blizzard that was more gorgeous and larger than Galen's fell on the Trolls' heads, and its power was much greater than what Galen released with Krypton gold, directly smashing a group of Trolls, unable to even escape this range.
"Charge!"
Galen saw the situation clearly and directly ordered the troops to attack from the rear of the Trolls, cooperating with the troops at the north gate to flank the Trolls.
The Trolls did not expect that their rear was not guarded, and they were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties for a while.
The Nimar the Slayer in the distance also discovered the human reinforcements coming from inside the city, and was frightened for a while.
Has the west gate also been breached? Why didn't that trash Zalas hold back this human force? Was he killed?
For a time, Nimar's heart was filled with question marks. He knew he couldn't afford to delay. He activated Self-Rage and his body glowed red, his momentum was like a rainbow. He directly knocked Omar away with a spear, smashing a wooden house, and was buried under the wood.
Varrokal's strength was originally lower than Omar's, and at this moment, he was even more unable to support himself. He dodged Nimar's fatal blow, and then was kicked in the stomach by him and flew far away.
Just as Nimar wanted to step forward and finish off these two human generals who had delayed him, to relieve his hatred, and at the same time hit the morale of the humans, and then go to kill the white-bearded mage at that time, and reverse the battle situation.
The plan was well-thought-out, but without him having to go find Gandalf, Gandalf saw that Omar and Varrokal were defeated, knowing that these were the prince's confidantes and beloved generals, and he had to protect them, so he rode straight to Nimar and directly used an ice ring to restrict his movement.
Galen also saw that Nimar had broken the restraint of the two love-struck friends, and Gandalf entered the field, and he also prepared to help. He summoned the water element at random, and after running, he stepped on the back of the water element, and made a heroic leap, flying over the heads of the two sides in the battle, and quickly approaching Gandalf.
Nimar's feet were frozen, and he took out a bottle of potion, drank it directly, and his momentum soared a bit, directly and violently breaking Gandalf's immobilization skill.
At this moment, Galen arrived and restrained Nimar, cooperating with Gandalf to remotely attack Nimar.
Galen's current strength is at most the same as Omar's, at the peak of level 8, and it is very difficult to deal with the Level 9 Troll war profession. Fortunately, Galen himself has the Devotion Aura to increase his defense a lot, and Gandalf's ice magic has a slowing effect, which weakens Nimar's attack a bit.
With this ebb and flow, Nimar gradually fell into a disadvantage. He gasped for breath, his eyes were red, as if he was at the end of his rope. Seeing this situation, Galen changed from defense to offense, wanting to take this Troll away in one wave, and by the way, steal his flying mount!
Who would have thought that this was Nimar's deliberate show of weakness to lure the enemy. Seeing Galen approaching him, he seized the opportunity to directly explode, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous dragon, knocking Galen's long sword away, and then went straight for Galen's heart.
Fortunately, Galen was quick-witted and immediately released Holy Shield. Nimar's spear pierced the invincible shield of Holy Shield, directly shattering into pieces.
What a terrifying force!
Nimar's arm was also numb from the shock. Having never seen Holy Shield before, he now knew that the man in front of him was very difficult to kill, and he had to find a way to break the situation.
A piercing whistle came from the Slayer's mouth.
The Slayer is preparing to change stages.
Just as Nimar's whistle faded, a massive black flying object emerged from the depths of Witherbark Village, rapidly approaching the center of the battlefield!
It was a huge gray-black bat, its wings spanning over five meters when fully extended, and its flight speed was extremely fast.
Before Galen and Gandalf could react, Nimar leaped onto the bat's back, and the bat, carrying its master, quickly ascended.
Damn!
Vertical take-off and landing, do you think you're a Viking fighter jet?
"You bunch of dog bastards, prepare to die! Hahahaha," Nimar shouted arrogantly from above.
Galen was speechless. In the game, you're just an elite monster at best, not even qualified to enter a dungeon. What makes you so arrogant? Watch me shoot you down with a plane!
Using the Origin Heart to issue commands, the aircraft squadron, which had been waiting for a long time outside Witherbark Village in a place Galen couldn't see, collectively ascended vertically and flew towards Galen.
While Galen was distracted by calling the aircraft squadron, an iron spear whizzed and struck Galen, causing a huge collision with the Holy Shield's light barrier. The spear couldn't withstand such force and shattered directly.
Nimar had never seen such a peculiar shield. Even a Grand Mage with a magical shield would be seriously injured, if not killed, by his spear thrown from high altitude. This was his ultimate move.
Seeing that he couldn't harm the human in plate armor, he switched his target to the mage. He drew a spear from his back, quickly aimed at the white-bearded human riding a white horse, and hurled a powerful spear. Then, he quickly pulled out another spear and threw it, pulled out another spear and threw it.
Three spears flew towards Gandalf in a triangular formation, blocking his retreat.
The spears whistled through the air, creating intense friction. Gandalf felt that his entire body was locked on, but his face remained calm. You think you can kill me with this little trick? I, Gandalf, will stand here and let you hit me, and you still won't kill me.
As a mage, he had plenty of skills to dodge the incoming attacks, but Gandalf didn't plan to dodge. As a hero of the same origin as the Origin Heart, he had already sensed Galen's mental call for air support. He had to provoke Nimar and draw his aggro.
He glanced at the three rapidly approaching spears, locked on with his mental power, and unleashed powerful magic, forming three football-sized Frost Rockets in succession to meet the incoming spears.
The spears collided with the Frost Rockets and were instantly melted by the power of the two elements, the iron spearheads scattering as molten iron.
The Frost Rockets continued to fly upwards, and Nimar's bat mount dodged the flight path of the Frost Rockets by moving sideways.
"Ah! Ah! You bastard!" His ultimate skill, which he had painstakingly practiced for many years, was countered head-on for the first time, making Nimar even more furious than if he had missed.
He continued to quickly pull out spears and throw them, throwing the entire backpack of spears at once. This time, Gandalf didn't gather magic again, as he had already sensed the arrival of the aircraft.
Just as the spears were about to hit Gandalf, a solid block of ice appeared centered on his body, enveloping Gandalf.
Ice Box! Officially known as Ice Barrier, it prevents any physical or magical attacks for ten seconds, a mage's life-saving ultimate.
In his previous life, Galen's blood elf mage had habitually used Ice Barrier multiple times on Deathwing's back, only to be thrown off by Deathwing, and his corpse couldn't even be found.
Nimar didn't even have a chance to observe whether his spears had hit the enemy before he was attacked by the aircraft flying from afar. The aircraft's anti-aircraft machine guns had a very high rate of fire, and the bullets from the twenty-four aircraft in a squadron formed a barrage, shooting towards the bat knight.
Nimar felt the threat of death on his bat mount. He pulled the reins of the dire bat, and the bat instantly made an evasive maneuver.
Spinning, jumping, he closed his eyes.
Well done, Nimar's move is standard and fast. Look, the referee gave him a score of 9.5, the missing 0.5 because he won't live to the end of the match.
Nimar is not alone in this fight, he is not alone!
Beautiful, Nimar with another beautiful somersault, this time it looks a bit embarrassed.
Nimar's current situation is very awkward. He originally thought he had air superiority and could run away with the high-altitude advantage if he couldn't win. As long as he returned to the Hinterlands, he would be safe.
Therefore, he was furious and only wanted to kill the white-bearded old man who kept slowing him down. He emptied his backpack of spears in one go, leaving him with no weapons to counter the aircraft except for the spear he was holding.
Nimar prepared to run, riding the dire bat towards the north, but was forced back by the musketeers outside the north gate. He had no choice but to raise his altitude and fly into the interior of Witherbark Village.
The aircraft's anti-aircraft machine guns fired again, and the gray-black dire bat accidentally had its wings pierced, unable to continue flying, and crashed directly into the center of Witherbark Village.
At this time, Galen had already dug Omar out of the ruins with the soldiers, and Varrokal also came to Galen's side with a pale face. Galen cast two Holy Lights on them to restore their injuries.
As expected, the closeness of relationships is fully displayed. He uses priest's healing spells on the soldiers, and more expensive Holy Lights on these two confidants!
Galen looked at the direction of Nimar's crash and beckoned the soldiers around him to follow. What better time to kick a man when he's down?
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As for persuading him to surrender, Galen never even considered it. For someone who calls him a dog bastard and a mongrel, the best way is to use a one-stop service of killing and seizing his soul.
When Galen and the others arrived below the hovering aircraft, the huge bat was tumbling on the open ground, trying to get up. Nimar was lifting the wooden planks on his body, struggling to climb out.
His right arm was twisted, obviously useless. Seeing that the humans had surrounded him and that he was now seriously injured, there was no chance to escape!
"Damn humans, the Witherbark tribe will not let you go!"
"Heh! The wail of a loser."
Stromgarde has been in conflict with the trolls for thousands of years and are irreconcilable. The world only knows that the trolls and high elves are mortal enemies, but the high elves occupied their ancestral graves, attracting even more hatred.
And Galen comes from the Tol'Baratheon, a family known as troll slayers, would he be afraid of the Witherbark tribe's revenge?
"Musketeers, fire!"
Bang bang bang!
A dozen musketeers fired their muskets, and bullets hit Nimar's chest, bursting out with blood.
The prompt sounded in his mind again: "Discovered an absorbable Azerothian spirit, do you want to collect it?"
"Collect!"
Nimar's soul floated up from his corpse and ascended into the sky. Galen glanced at Omar and the others present and found that only Gandalf looked at the sky, while Omar and the others didn't see the scene of the spirit ascending. It seems that the Origin Heart shielded it.
"Omar, take the Slayer's head to persuade them to surrender, try to capture the trolls, we need a lot of labor to work!"
"Karl, you cooperate with Omar to clean up the battlefield, let the priests enter the field, heal the wounded, and collect the bodies of the brothers at the same time."
"Catch that bat for me. Gandalf, within half an hour, select two thousand brothers who still have combat power and come to the West Gate to find me!"
Galen issued a series of orders, then mounted his warhorse and headed to the West Gate. He was going to resurrect the dead soldiers and select soldiers who still had combat power to follow Gandalf back to Witherbark Gorge for support.
The battle of Witherbark Village is over. There are only more than a thousand trolls with combat power left in the North Gate stubbornly resisting. The head of their leader will be the last straw that breaks them.
The war is over!