Chapter 91: Troll Reinforts

  The advang adventurers withe se before them, shocked by the lord's destructive power, and immediately luoward the isoted trolls.

  ing as they were, the adventurers had no iion of engaging the trolls head-on.

  They started with a barrage ed attacks.

  Ohe trolls had bled enough and were weakened,

  They swarmed from the sides.

  s were thrown, spears readied, and ropes with hooks tossed in unison. Even the most formidable trolls couldn’t hold out forever and were forcibly dragged away.

  The first time worked so well, it was quickly followed by a sed.

  After successfully capturing a few trolls, the adventurers grew bolder.

  They circled around to the rear of the troll formation, targeting the isoted rarolls.

  Although the trolls fought back fiercely, there was no way oroll could hold off dozens of adventurers. Within seds, they were bound arained.

  The trolls struggling ier saw this enraging se and roared furiously.

  What normally took only a few breaths to cross the river now seemed impossibly vast and unreachable.

  The adventurers, as expected, ighe trolls with plenty of energy left ier and focused on the ones engaged with the soldiers.

  Fnking and overwhelming their enemies from the sides was far more satisfying than a direct frontation.

  Matthew, who had been actively casting spells, couldn’t help but smile at the adventurers' keen tactics.

  In just a few moments, another four or five trolls had been captured by the adventurers w together.

  Peeking out from under Matthew’s arm, Yaya g the trolls being surrounded. Her bright eyes curved into crest moons as she puzzled over the sight:

  "Papa? I sense more trolls are ing from afar."

  "Should I fly over and check? I promise I’ll be very careful!"

  Matthew’s pupils tracted slightly. Shaking his head, he spoke in a low voice to Ange beside him:

  "Pull back from the battlefield and reform the ranks."

  Looking at the remaining 40 or so trolls, Ange khat with three or four more mihey could kill or capture them all.

  But if they retreated now, the adventurers would cim all the credit.

  However, being smart, Ange quickly uood and decisively followed the lord’s orders, shouting loudly:

  "All soldiers, fall back ten steps! Pull back from the battlefield and reform the ranks!"

  Though some soldiers didn’t uand the reason,

  Their daily training in obedience had ingrained ihe habit of following orders without question.

  Without hesitation, they retreated from the battlefield, leaving the stubborn trolls to the eager adventurers swarming in.

  As the soldiers reformed their ranks, under Ange's and, they charged at the trolls who had just emerged from the river.

  This time, Matthew dispatched a squad of 20 armored barbarian soldiers to assist them.

  These heavily armored barbarian soldiers had been itg for a fight.

  Upon hearing Ange’s order to advahey took the lead, marg ioward the approag group of more than 50 trolls.

  The frustrated trolls, seeing their rades’ grim fate, roared in anger and charged at the advang soldiers with fury.

  Clearly, these trolls still had great fiden their strength and bat abilities.

  Had they seen their struggling rades fail to break through the soldiers’ lihey might not have been so reckless.

  But Matthew uood the source of their fidence.

  From the mist-covered valley in the distance, more trolls were emerging.

  Matthew g them briefly, and his data dispy quickly tallied the numbers—325 trolls!

  An astonishing number!

  However, Matthew could tell that these rolls were much weaker than the ohey were currently fag. Their average challeing barely reached 5+.

  Though a difference of just one level, it marked the gap between low-tier and mid-tier strength.

  Against these lesser trolls, Matthew believed his soldiers could hold their ground.

  Even though they had shields and were in a defeance, bolstered by auras and magical buffs, they could only barely withstand the strorolls.

  In fact, their defenses would likely be breached by sheer force!

  This was a signifit differen raw power!

  Against the weaker trolls, Matthew trusted that his soldiers could stand firm.

  So, Matthew once again raised his staff, holding a spell scroll in his other hand.

  "Melf’s Acid Arrow!"

  A streak of dark green magic shot out like lightning, striking an oning troll directly, leaving a gaping, acid-eaten hole in its chest.

  The troll colpsed instantly from the searing pain, staring in horror at the sight of its exposed internal ans.

  A swift arrow whizzed by, pierg the troll’s chest and tearing through its heart with deadly precision.

  Blood gushed out as the troll's visio dark, its pupils diting endlessly.

  The troll’s solid chest armor proved pletely iive.

  Although Matthew had used 50% more mana for that spell, he tio unleash Melf’s Acid Arrows without stopping.

  Troll after troll screamed as they fell, and the soldiers, emboldened, held their ground against the onsught.

  Ange remained calm and posed, issuing clear and steady ands:

  "Spearmen, advance! Push forward!"

  "Archers, trate your fire!"

  "Shieldbearers, hold the line!"

  "Injured soldiers, fall back! Reinforts, step in!"

  The etlefield moved in harmony under Ange’s leadership. Every soldier followed her orders without hesitation, like perfectly meshed gears f a powerful killing mae.

  This time, the trolls didn’t mao break through the soldiers' defenses as they had before.

  The barbarian soldiers at the front demonstrated strength equal to that of the trolls.

  With their heavy armor and the enha from spells and auras, the barbarian soldiers fought the trolls to a standstill.

  Most of the barbarian soldiers were individually quite strong.

  Their naturally powerful physiques allowed most barbarian soldiers to boast strength above 14 points by adulthood.

  After specialized training and professional enha, some talented mid-tier barbarian soldiers could achieve extraordinary strength exceeding 20 points.

  Take Beelzebub, for example!

  With a mighty shove, Beelzebub sent a troll crashing to the ground and raised his massive double-headed axe.

  g!

  The troll’s spiked club lit with a deep gouge, sparks flying as its bent arm dropped to its side.

  Beelzebub’s thieck bulged with veins as he lifted his axe high and brought it crashing down again.

  Thud!

  The poor-quality spiked club shattered, and as the troll stared in disbelief, the axe’s sharp, gleaming bde sliced deeply into its chest.

  With a sharp upward flick of the axe, Beelzebub disemboweled the troll. With a twist of the handle, he deftly severed the troll's head.

  Though the axe weighed fifty or sixty pounds, in Beelzebub’s hands, it was as light as a feather.

  No matter how powerful the troll’s regeion was, it couldn't recover from such grievous wounds!

  The rest of the soldiers, cooperating with the barbarian warriors, tio press forward.

  One by ohe isoted trolls found themselves surrounded, forced to retreat uhe relentless pressure from the soldiers.

  FAL