Chapter 513 Blood Gorge

He picked up half of the humanoid corpse from his side, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it with a clattering sound, and said vaguely: "You saw the marked road outside with your own eyes. The group of humans came along this road. Anyone would guess that they would continue to go down along this road. Who knows why they suddenly changed their route and ran to the Snowflake Mountains to build a city?"

"What should we do now?" Cory asked.

"What else can we do? If they don't come by themselves, we will go find them." Cody licked his sharp claws and said confidently, "We now have thousands of trolls and countless vassals. We don't need to take action at all. With those vassals, we can break through their so-called chariot formation. As long as our troll army rushes in, those humans will be lambs with two legs, and we will slaughter them at will. Their wealth will become our wealth, their food will become our food, and even they themselves will become our food. We will become the king of the Giant Plains."

"Kill them all, eat them all." The other noble trolls were all excited by Cody's encouragement and shouted loudly.

"King Cody Cory has ordered that all troops go out to kill and eat all those humans."

"What are you waiting for? Pick up your weapons. It's time for our revenge. We will make those humans pay for their stupidity and let them know who is the real master of the Giant Plains."

"If you don't want to become food, charge forward!"

"Kill them all and eat them all."

The entire Howling Dwarfs were in turmoil from top to bottom. Driven by the troll rulers, they poured out in a mighty force and killed in the direction of the migrating army.

There was neither a decent military formation nor so-called logistical supplies. They just swarmed out like a flood. Wherever they passed, it was no different from a locust plague passing through. Everything that could be eaten was stuffed into their stomachs.

The situation inside the Kingdom of Howling Dwarves was worse than expected.

In Faerun, except for the world-famous regeneration, the racial labels of trolls were all negative, such as laziness, stupidity, greed, cruelty, etc.

Many fables about being lazy and greedy are about trolls.

They are a relationship of oppression and exploitation.

The top trolls do nothing and assign all the work to lower-level trolls, and they sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

In order to avoid labor, the lower-level trolls will plunder trolls of lower levels than themselves for their own control. If they can't find other trolls, it is normal to enslave other humanoid races.

This kind of slavery usually doesn't last too long, because even if they work day and night, it is difficult to satisfy the endless greed of the trolls. Sometimes those greedy, stupid, and short-sighted trolls will directly target those slaves.

The most classic story of trolls being lazy is that they don't want to work, so they cut off their own limbs and give them to their companions as dinner, or as their own dinner.

There is even a legend that trolls can live forever by eating themselves.

This situation is not impossible, but it must be in an extremely special environment - for example, the concentration of magic in the environment is higher than a certain limit, and the magic absorbed from the outside world alone is enough to replenish the trolls' regeneration consumption, without using their own reserve energy. Such an environment is rare even in Faerun.

Under normal circumstances, the supply of troll regeneration is a combination of magic and their own reserve energy. Since magic can replenish part of it, the consumption is relatively small and can last longer, but if they do not replenish external food for a long time, they can still starve to death.

At best, the noble trolls can suppress those ordinary trolls and eat all the vassal servants of other races as food, but they cannot control their own and other trolls' greedy appetites.

Hundreds of trolls' mouths are hundreds of small bottomless pits. They can fill their stomachs on weekdays, relying on the special environment of the Troll Mountains, which reduces their own consumption to a certain extent. On the other hand, there are enough prey in the Giant Plains, and the captive vassal servants are powerful enough.

But wanting to store food is an absolute luxury.

When the population began to soar, especially when the number of trolls exceeded a thousand, it became a disaster.

Even the noble trolls could no longer suppress it. The entire Howling Dwarf Kingdom became a restaurant for the trolls. The vassal servants could either provide enough food to feed the troll masters or become their next dinner. They had a good appetite and ate raw or cold food on the spot.

When the order for the entire army to attack was issued, it was a kind of liberation for these vassal servants. Many of them took the opportunity to rush into the Giant Plains and disappeared in the wilderness without looking back. Some monsters who had not experienced the greed of the trolls excitedly joined them.

When tens of thousands of monsters spread out in a mighty manner, especially when there were a large number of giant monsters unique to the Giant Plains, the momentum was quite terrifying. This reached a peak after the trolls from the Howling Dwarf Kingdom came out.

The shadow of the army can be seen on these trolls.

The noble trolls walked in the middle of the team. They were very easy to identify. They were as tall as a house, thick and strong, and were covered with crude but thick and heavy armor pieces. The thick wooden stick in his hand was an uprooted ironwood trunk. It was full of sharp nails and iron thorns. The most conspicuous thing was the black gem embedded on his forehead. Under the sun, it flashed with a mysterious luster, as if it wanted to absorb all the sunlight. This was the famous troll gem in the Troll Mountains, also known as the regeneration gem.

This was a noble troll born and raised in the Kingdom of the Howling Dwarves. He was one of the rulers of this group of monsters and had absolute power over life and death.

There were four or five noble trolls of different heights guarding them. Their height might not be inferior to the leader, but they were obviously inferior in thickness, at least one-third or even half as thin, and they looked a little tall and thin, with hunched shoulders. When they glanced at the one in front of them, they had an undisguised greed, both for the troll gem and for the fat on their bodies.

Trolls are definitely a race that regards fat as beauty, because fat bodies have many benefits for them, which not only means that they have accumulated a huge amount of renewable energy in their bodies, but also means that their natural armor is thick enough. The same knife cuts on ordinary trolls and trolls that are twice as thick, but the effect is different. With their terrifying regeneration ability, they will exert more terrifying combat power, especially when their regeneration ability is increased several times with the cooperation of regeneration gems.

These noble trolls have all come here recently. Their natural origins determine that they have occupied high positions in the Kingdom of the Howling Dwarves when they first arrived. As long as they don't make any big mistakes, it's only a matter of time for them to integrate into it and become one of the new rulers.

Surrounding these non-core noble trolls are more than 20 ordinary trolls. They may not be tall enough, but they are quite fat, even taller than the non-core noble trolls. Needless to say, they are ordinary trolls from the Howling Dwarves, and they are considered to be the personal guards. Their power is only lower than the first two.

The outermost group of 50 or 60 trolls is the image that people often see and generally believe. They are 2.7 or 2.8 meters tall on average, tall and thin, but not lacking in muscles, especially their arms are surprisingly long, with hunched shoulders that are almost dragging on the ground. The nails on both hands are black and long, like curved daggers. No one doubts how sharp they are. Their skin is dark green and covered with black tumors. Their hair is disheveled, and they exude a terrible stench. Their eyes always exude an insatiable hunger. They look at the living things around them as if they are looking at delicious food.

The mouths of these trolls are never idle. Those monster servants who are a little close to them are cut into several pieces on the spot by their troll claws of amazing length. The trolls around them immediately rush forward and put the troll claws into their mouths. It is not uncommon to see them fighting each other over a disagreement. Some even hold a piece of troll arm and eat it.

The noble trolls turned a blind eye to this. Without using fire or strong acid, the fight between these trolls cannot kill each other. On the contrary, it can keep them energetic and combative, which is a beneficial activity.

As for the life and death of those monster servants, they never care about it. They are just tools for work and reserve food. As long as they remain strong enough, they can have as many as they want.

Therefore, there are basically no other monster servants around these troll war groups, and they all stay away from them.

And there are as many as fifteen such troll war groups, surrounding a larger troll war group like stars surrounding the moon.

This troll war group has one biggest feature - two heads.

Whether it is a noble troll or an ordinary troll, all of them have two heads, just like the King Cody Corey in the middle. There are quite a few such trolls, up to hundreds.

In addition to regeneration, trolls also have a troll mutation characteristic, which is also caused by regeneration. When their heads are chopped off, a head grows in the original position, and there is a certain probability that a new head will grow. This also happens with broken arms, so it is not surprising to see two-headed trolls or three-armed or four-armed trolls.

However, this kind of mutation is usually not too much. For a large number of cases like this, it is either inherited or consciously created.

Given that King Cody Corey holds great power in the Wailing Dwarves, the latter is more likely, and the process is not difficult. Just chop off the heads of those trolls and wait to see whether one or two will grow out in the end. And you can also test it repeatedly. Some people will even take the initiative to do so in order to reach a high position.

The monster army of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom rushed out.

The three legions that were frantically sweeping outside responded by splitting into three.

The Blood Claw Wolf Cavalry Corps did not retreat, but rushed towards the monster army. They did not engage in battle with them, but circled around the monster army like a wolf pack.

If the monster army tried to encircle and annihilate them on a large scale, they would use their speed advantage to escape.

If they try to attack them by dividing their forces, they will be led into the wilderness, killed and eaten. On the periphery, there is a group of dog-headed fierce weasel cavalry waiting to meet them. They are all dragon veins, dragon blood and even dragon-transformed dog-headed people. They all have magical abilities and the ability to create traps. Although they are not as professional as the dog-headed trap makers of the pit corps, they are enough for small-scale local wars.

If these earth wolf cavalry are ignored, they will make offensive postures from time to time, or eat the part that falls behind or is separated too far.

In short, the tactics of exhausting the enemy are used to the extreme, making the noble trolls roar in anger, but they can't do anything. They don't have elite cavalry available.

Another cavalry, the Nott Guard Corps, did not engage in the battle, but retreated southward along the migration route and stationed near the Blood Gorge.

The remaining sidecar corps, the Blood Claw Infantry Corps and the Blood Claw Guard Corps withdrew to the Blood Gorge like a tide.

Blood Gorge

This is the name given to this place by the local monsters, named after the local rocks that are as red as blood.

This is the place where the migrating army chose to build a city, and it is also the place where the monster army of the Kingdom of the Howling Dwarves will fight.

It is located at the intersection of the remnant of the Snowflake Mountains and the Silmynster Forest. It is the intersection of three places. To the north is the Giant Plains. To the southwest is the direction of the migration road, which is distributed in Amn, Tethyr and Calimshan in turn. To the southeast is the Vihon Road, leading to the Vihon Sea.

As the name suggests, Blood Gorge is a small valley sandwiched between two mountains, embedded in the Snowflake Mountains. It was originally the nest of an orc tribe with nearly a thousand people.

In the past, it was this orc tribe named after this place that harassed others and became the disaster in others' dreams.

This time they became the objects of slaughter. Their helpless screams were no different from their former victims.

In front of the migrating army, they had no power to fight back. They were directly blocked by the building-type boxcars, and then covered with saturated arrow rain. They advanced layer by layer, and the battle ended in just a few hours. 90% of the Blood Gorge orcs were killed on the spot.

Everything has two sides.

This kind of canyon with the mountain behind it can be a solid fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it can also become a Jedi with nowhere to retreat.

In the end, it depends on the strength of both sides and the degree of utilization of the terrain.

"It's worth the trip, it's worth the trip. It turns out that tactics can be used in this way. You are worthy of being the elect of Ms. Strategy. If those trolls can't come up with something unexpected, this will be their burial place."

A burst of praise came from a cloud at the top of the Blood Gorge.

This huge cloud is not only fixed in place, but there are also two people and a dragon on it-this is a cloud that has been solidified. It looks soft, but in fact it is no different from the ground.

The white dragon was lying on the ground and dozing, while the two people were sitting opposite each other and drinking. The wine glasses they used were extremely asymmetrical. One person used a normal wine glass, while the other person's wine glass was a wine barrel for the first person.

Because the drinker was also nearly two sizes bigger, he was a frost giant with a height of four and a half meters.

Such a combination is known without asking.

It was Raymond, the mayor of Retaven City, and the frost giant white dragon knight.

This frost giant had light blue skin and brown hair. Apart from the difference in size, there was no more difference from humans. There were traces of gray on the temples and beard, indicating that he was very old, at least in centuries.

Giants are also immortal species. Although their lifespan cannot be compared with that of dragons, it is far longer than that of elves.

"It's really a new experience. It turns out that cavalry can be used in this way. The value of these three cavalry wandering outside is far higher than shrinking back to the canyon for defense." The frost giant's words and deeds did not sound like Raymond's subordinates, but more like a friend and an ally.

Judging from the meaning revealed in their words, they did not just rush over, but had been spying in the air for a while.

The news that the migrating army was going to build a city here not only shocked the trolls of the Howling Dwarves, but also Raymond.

Gavin had not told him about this before.

This was closely related to the interests of their Ritaven. No matter how busy Raymond and his men were, they had to put down everything they were doing and come to check it out.

"Yes, with these three cavalry on the side, the trolls can't attack at all. Once they fail in the attack, these cavalry will follow them and bite them to death, further expanding the victory. Only one in ten can escape alive. At that time, they may take advantage of the situation to destroy the trolls' lair."

Raymond sighed and pointed down and said: "The little dog-headed people under his command are also extraordinary. Not only do they all have spell-like abilities, but the proportion of open professional levels is too high, which allows him to have a large number of low-level spells at his disposal. With the cooperation of a large number of manpower and material resources, there is such an incredible result."

Even as a quasi-legendary wizard, Raymond was shocked by the construction speed of Blood Gorge.

In less than half a day, they not only slaughtered the Blood Gorge orcs, but also directly wiped out the traces of their existence.

All the simple buildings were demolished.

The small mounds and rocks that were in the way were either softened using the stone softening technique and then flattened or blasted flat using tremor bombs.

A group of Pixie druids emerged from invisibility, and with spells similar to plant withering, all the weeds, vines, and shrubs withered and turned into dust.

The big iron pillars they used to clear the way were also pulled in, and under the dragging of the giant elephant tree man, the ground was leveled and compacted with a rumble.

Amid the continuous explosions, the only slope that could be climbed from the outside of the Blood Gorge turned into a cliff more than 20 meters high.

A large amount of trimmed blood rock was dragged to the mouth of the valley by the tree man and the enlightenment tree, making the Blood Gorge, which was only about 500 meters long, more rugged and difficult to walk.

A series of traces showed that this was not a simple strategy to attract the trolls to lead their troops to attack, but a real intention to build a fortress and a new city here.