The work of cleaning the battlefield was soon over.

Due to the nearly crazy attack of the thunderstorm element, the magic and witchcraft on most armor were completely destroyed.

Only a very small number of equipment dedicated to senior officers like Calais survived the terrible thunderstorm.

But even so, these cavalrymen who had experienced a bloody battle were extremely satisfied.

Because the Velociraptors are the most elite troops of the Amani Empire, the armor and weapons they wear are made of serpent silver, which are many times stronger than the steel weapons they use.

Even if it is scrapped and bringing these silver back and re-smelting can create many "magical weapons".

After all, there are no traces of the existence of the Sergil ore veins in the current territory of the Araso Empire. At best, there are only a few Mithril ore with very low yields.

In addition, serrian and mitril are originally rare magic metals. They are not as rich as steel and copper and tin and are easy to mine. Most of them are accompanied by other mineral veins and are still worth more than precious metals such as gold and silver.

So the gains of this battle are worth decades when they can save all their wealth by decades.

As one thing says, when productivity is extremely backward, war and plunder are always the fastest and most effective ways to make money.

Of course, the premise is to win the final victory.

Looking at the heavy materials captured on the backs of war horses, the knight who was still struggling in the last second immediately came to his senses and offered to the initiative: "Duke Duke. I think we have severely damaged the enemy this time and wiped out more than hundreds of Amani trolls' most terrifying velociraptors at an extremely small price. This is a feat that has never been seen in human history. Your name will be remembered by everyone along with the Empire. But now we have only eighty-seven soldiers left, and the horses are full of trophy, so it is not suitable to continue taking risks."

Allen nodded softly: "You are right. We have completed the task successfully, and it is time to withdraw and repair it. But before that, I have one more thing to do."

Speaking of this, he turned around and turned his eyes to the troll's head that fell to the ground not far away.

Unlike other unlucky guys who were slashed and torn into pieces, the head of the Velociraptor Cavalry Commander Calais was kept intact.

“You might not be…”

The Knight was obviously not a fool, and he quickly realized what his Duke wanted to do. An excitement and excitement burst out in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a little nervousness.

"That's right! We must send this head back and hand it to the troll's supreme commander in person, so that the enemy can see that the elite they once proud of have been completely destroyed. Remember, in addition to fighting, what is more important in war is morale, that is, the recognition of their own strength and the degree of desire for victory by the soldiers on both sides. Now, what we want to fight is that those trolls are always accustomed to looking down on human superiority, making them lose their expectations for victory in this war."

After saying that, Allen winked at the attendant behind him.

The latter understood it and immediately ran over to pick up Calais' head, then used a rope to pass through the middle of the shin and hang it on the side of the saddle.

Being proficient in movements is like doing them thousands of times.

In fact, the humans of this era are far from the major human kingdoms where force rapidly deteriorated during the Orc War. They are still full of the barbaric and martial spirits inherited from the ancestors of the Vicuts.

When dealing with enemies, they are actually not essentially different from trolls.

In addition to not eating people, he also has the bad habit of making powerful enemy skulls into wine vessels and decorations.

So there is an extra ring on the saddle, which is used to skulls or drag the corpse.

Even some soldiers who hated the trolls had their bones cut off the heads of those trolls that were not electrocuted into coke, and used ropes to form a string, allowing them to collide with various raised stones on the ground, and eventually turned into fuzzy and unrecognizable balls.

No one cares about the soldiers' emotions venting.

The Knight just glanced at him and asked solemnly: "Duke, how many people do you plan to bring?"

"No one is taken. As long as I am, it's enough!" Allen pursed his lips and showed a cruel smile.

Since it is a blow to morale, the fewer people, the better.

Nothing can stimulate the group of self-esteem Amani trolls like throwing the head of the cavalry commander who was sent to chase him onto the ground alone.

If the supervisor loses his mind, orders a rush to march regardless of his physical strength, and then attacks the reinforced fortification town, his goal will be achieved.

Although Allen's territory will suffer huge losses during the entire confrontation, for the entire Araso Empire, this is definitely the fastest way to win the war and cause the least losses.

With Soladin's tactical literacy and wisdom, he would definitely arrive quickly with reinforcements and launch a raid against the trolls from the side, completely defeating and annihilation in one fell swoop.

"Are you sure?!"

The Knight was obviously shocked by the madness of his own duke.

Although before this, the plan to lure the thunderstorm element had already allowed him to see the madness hidden under Alan's calm appearance.

"Of course! Don't forget that the trolls have lost their most important velociraptor legion, and even if there are a few left, they will not be able to become a climate. From now on, the initiative in the war has fallen into our hands. After you go back, immediately organize all the people who can ride horses. I will teach these stupid Amani trolls how to use cavalry."

While saying this, Allen's tone was filled with a naked and unconcealed contempt for the military literacy of the trolls.

Especially without magic and witchcraft intervention, he felt that the trolls' fighting style was simply terrible.

Sometimes, Allen really couldn't figure out how these guys defeated the Worm Empire with strong organization and discipline.

Could it be that it is up to the numerical advantage to fight for consumption?

Or is it the role of the troll's inherently powerful regeneration ability?

Or have those "wise men" from Zandala, the Golden Empire, found some special method?

Because the history of the trolls is too long, it can even be traced back to the arrival of the Pantheon Titans, it is really full of too many unsolved mysteries.

Not to mention anything else, the trolls worshiping the primitive and mysterious Loa gods is enough to make people have infinite imagination.

Although Allen is the god of creation in this universe, he is not very interested in the history before the arrival of the Azeroth Orcs, but only focused on it at critical time nodes.

As for the troll who has been a "supporting role" and "background board", he never cared about it.

After all, from the standpoint of the former "player", the trolls basically have no strong sense of existence except for being beaten.

But after the real arrival, Allen realized that the troll civilization actually ran through the history of the entire planet Azeroth.

The later races, whether humans, dwarves, dwarves, elves, or goblins, all had more or less dealing with trolls.

But what is more unlucky is that these wars that broke out because of the struggle for survival often ended in the failure of trolls.

...

Just as Allen ordered the cavalry to return on his original route and marched towards the direction where the trolls were located, far away in the capital of the Araso Empire, Rapids City, the Great Soladin was standing in front of the simple map, staring at the chess pieces representing the forces with a serious expression.

After several minutes, he asked without looking back: "My teacher has nothing else to say except for sending you the news of the troll invasion?"

"No more! Oh, by the way, the Duke said that Your Majesty should not be too anxious. He will be responsible for dragging all enemies tightly. You just need to summon as many vassals as possible and gather the army." The messenger replied in detail.

"Don't worry?"

Soladin touched his chin and showed a thoughtful expression.

Because based on his understanding, Alan must be absolutely sure to defend his territory if he can say such words.

This means that the messenger is not urging himself to go to rescue, but to prepare himself and concentrate superior forces to launch a fatal blow at critical moments.

But he couldn't figure out how Allen could withstand the attacks of tens of thousands of troll warriors with the little force and population in his hand.

It was this doubt that made the imperial emperor reluctant to make up his mind whether to continue waiting for more vassals to respond to the call to bring the army, or to bring all the troops now to the north for assistance.

You should know that once Alan's territory is completely destroyed, the empire's hinterland and even the capital city of Rapids will be exposed to the attack range of the trolls.

At that time, let alone recuperate and reproduce the population, the endless harassment alone will cause the empire he finally established to collapse.

Those nobles who were enfeoffed would eventually degenerate back to their original tribal state because they had long cut off their ties with the city of Rapids.

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, Soladin finally said to a weathered middle-aged man behind him who looked about forty years old and was over 40 years old: "My friend, the Empire needs your help now."

"Please give me instructions, Your Majesty. No matter what kind of task it is, I swear to complete it with all my might." The man knelt on one knee and responded with calm words.

"I ask you to set out with two thousand cavalry immediately to help my teacher deal with the damn trolls in the north. Remember, your mission is not to fight head-on with the enemy, but to restrain them and ensure that the territory in the north will not fall."

As he said that, Soladin pulled out his dagger and inserted it hard into the middle of the map.

Obviously, this is his psychological bottom line.

The troll's army must not cross this line, otherwise he will launch a Jedi counterattack at all costs.

Even if you have to pay a heavy price for this, you will be willing to do so.

The middle-aged man nodded vigorously: "I understand! I will follow your order to make those trolls unable to eat, sleep and rest with peace of mind."

"Very good! You can take someone with you now and set off immediately. Remember, if you can contact my teacher, listen to his opinions more. If he has any bold ideas or actions, you can give up your original action plan and act directly with his orders." Soladin reminded him at the end.

As an emperor who was influenced by Allen since childhood, he knew very well the necessity of giving the frontline generals and commanders sufficient rights when information was extremely inconvenient.

Otherwise, when the news comes back, you will make a decision and then pass it back, the fighter plane that disappeared in a flash would have been gone long ago.

“It is my honor to be able to fight alongside Duke Alan.”

After saying this, the middle-aged man beat his chest hard, then got up and left the palace.

About half an hour later, two thousand fully armed light cavalrymen rushed through the gate of Rapids Fort, like a torrent disappeared on the horizon.

Watching the army leave completely, Soladin relaxed a little, turned his eyes to Artoria, who was sitting in the corner drinking tea leisurely, and asked curiously: "If I remember correctly, you should be friends, right? Are you not worried about the safety of the teacher at all?"

"Worried?" Artoria couldn't help but smile and shook her head. "No! What you should be worried about is not Allen, but those poor trolls."

"Worry about the troll?" Soladin was obviously stunned.

"Yes! You don't understand how ruthless and cruel he can become when dealing with the enemy." A trace of pity for these trolls flashed in Artoria's eyes.

Regardless of the reason why the trolls initiated the invasion, they were sentenced to death from the moment they stepped into Allen's territory.

Even Alan, who just projected his consciousness on the arrival of a mortal body, was still a very terrifying and invincible monster.

Perhaps on this planet, there are many hidden powerful beings that can successfully kill the body controlled by Allen, but the Amani trolls that cannot even be solved by the high elves are definitely not included.

What's more, what if you kill the body of a mortal who came to Alan?

What good results do you expect to get after offending the creators and dominators of the entire universe?

Stop kidding!

"Okay, I hope you're right." Soladin showed a laughing and crying expression.

He never understood very much, where did Artoria's inexplicable trust in Allen come from.

After all, in the process of the rise of the tribe and unification of humanity, Artoria has always been the one who actually carried out the charge mission.

Allen plays more like a mentor or a staff officer, and he rarely draws his sword to join the battle.

Some nobles even speculated that Allen's swordsmanship was not at all good, he was just a guy who relied on his intelligence and his personal force was not worth mentioning at all.

But no matter what, Artoria, who is known as the strongest swordsman in the empire, was so calm that it calmed down some of the panic among the people and the nobles.

At least until the bad news of the defeat came back, they would no longer worry that the Araso Empire would lose to the trolls.
Chapter completed!