In many's heart, these trolls were not unreasonable lunatics.
But what was the situation now?
Many was not sure, but he still cautiously decided to retreat ten kilometers into the forest and not explore any further.
As the whole group went deeper into the forest, the atmosphere in the forest gradually became strange.
The dry fallen leaves made a rustling sound as they were stepped on. Occasionally, one or two magical beasts would run across their field of vision, but they were all small creatures. Many mercenaries would carefully sense the movements in the surrounding forest every once in a while. Ever since the mercenary group entered the forest, they hadn't lost their way in the complicated forest. Speaking of which, it could be said that it was because of their strong senses that they hadn't lost their way in the complicated forest.
The trees were tall and lush, blocking most of the sunlight from the sky. A group of people followed Many forward, maintaining a high level of mental vigilance.
All of a sudden, many of them stopped in their tracks and looked to the left!
The group suddenly became quiet, but everyone was ready to attack at any moment!
Many of them gestured for them to move at high speed, before running towards the direction they were looking at. The party did not hesitate to follow him, and throughout the entire process, only the rustling of their footsteps and the faint sound of Athena's horse's hooves could be heard. There were no other questions or answers.
Ten minutes later, Many and his mercenary group arrived at the place where they sensed the anomaly!
Susan and Becky were fine, Salia released a wind magic to keep up with the group's rapid movement, and Sylvia's bow was already nocked, ready to attack at any time. But when the group crossed a small hill in the forest and saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned!
It was a small village at first glance. The simple shacks made of trees and the empty land that had been cleaned showed that there were people living here!
But now, there was blood everywhere!
It was a mess!
There was blue blood everywhere, and it was obvious that it was the blood of trolls!
Many squinted their eyes and suddenly rushed into the village.
The whole village was quiet, and there was only a unique smell of blood in the air.
"Obviously."
Harry's figure appeared beside them. He bent down to check the footprints on the ground and the corpses lying on the ground. "There are the Trolls that we fought against here, and there's another type of … creature."
It was the Cave Trolls of the Gondor tribe. More than ten Cave Trolls' corpses were scattered in the village silently.
The group then looked towards the interior of the village.
A few simple straw huts made of leaves looked like they were on the verge of collapse, and a few of them had already collapsed. Beside those straw huts were broken porcelain jars.
Many frowned at the sight of the porcelain jars, and quickly walked over.
There were fragments of limbs on the ground, and beside a neatly severed forearm, Many picked up a fragment from a porcelain jar on the ground. The style of the Holy Lance Empire couldn't be more obvious. Many sniffed it, and the faint smell of honey still lingered on it.
Obviously, this was the goods that he had traded with Yuna.
When the Trolls attacked Oditore, they never took away the porcelain jars, which they had to carry carefully. They only took the bacon and the sacks of flour, which were easy to carry, and not much else, for a Troll could carry ten sacks of flour on his back, but not five jars of honey.
More importantly, Panbo Village was so poor that there was not even a strand of hair on the ground. How could there be something as luxurious as honey?
Many people looked at the severed arm beside them.
That arm was extremely thick and solid. It lay quietly on the ground together with an intact palm. The blue blood had already dried up, and the stubble was uneven. From many experiences, this was the result of a heavy weapon directly chopping it off.
"Here!"
Sylvia's voice came from afar. Many people hurried over, only to find Sylvia holding a longbow in her hand, and the bowstring was full, pointing at the hut. Noda frowned and looked around, but he did not prepare to attack with his short sword.
It was a straw hut that had collapsed. From the side, it looked like it had been knocked over by something. However, there seemed to be a living person inside — or rather, a living Troll.
Henry reached out his hand and pressed Sylvia's bow down. "Don't be nervous. He's just a kid."
It was a skinny young troll, who was only as tall as Noda's chest. This kind of young troll was very short among the trolls whose average height was two meters. He had no fangs, and his tender face was filled with terror as he stared at Sylner's arrow. He squatted down in the ruins of the thatched hut, not knowing what to do.
"Are you a child of Urgin's tribe?"
Many walked over and immediately squatted down, making a friendly gesture. His Troll language was fluent and standard, and the frightened young troll immediately focused his attention on him.
"Yes … I am … Many of them … Gondor … Urgin …"
He spoke intermittently, as if he had suffered a mental shock and couldn't come back to his senses. It could be seen that he was trying hard to organize his words, but he couldn't speak clearly.
Many looked around and continued, "You were attacked?
Where's Urgin?
I want to find him. "
"Urgin … Urgin fought with them … I'm … scared …"
His thin and weak body trembled as if he didn't want to recall what had just happened. His thin arms tried to cover his face, and his body curled up into a ball. His miserable appearance made people feel the cruelty of war all the time.
It was obvious that he was a child, but he was implicated by the battle. It was obvious that the child had hidden in this inconspicuous straw hut for some unknown reason.
Sylvia had not experienced many battles, and she could not help but feel nervous. That was why she pointed her arrows at any suspicious moving objects.
"Everyone, let's go. Level 1 combat readiness!"
Many once again sensed the surrounding forest, and immediately gave the order. When the group heard the order 'Level 1 combat readiness', they immediately tensed up and followed Many's footsteps.
The weak troll was abandoned in place. At this time, no one had any objections. A qualified team couldn't question the team leader's orders when carrying out a mission!
Many tree trunks flashed past their vision, and Many took in deep breaths of air. The stench of blood in the air was getting thicker. Athena seemed to understand his thoughts, and the large hooves of her horse galloped towards the forest where the sounds of battle were coming from.
"I will not compromise!
Urgin's tribe will not compromise because of your lowly request! "
"Dong!"
"Kneel!
Or die! "
"Bam!"
Many crossed a low hill, and just happened to see the scene in front of them!
Troll Yuna gripped his great axe and blocked five attacks by himself. He angrily roared as he parried the enemy's attacks. Behind him were over 40 clansmen, but only 12 or 13 of them were adult warriors. As for the rest … they were all female Troll Demons and short young children!
The warriors of the Urkin tribe were all glowing crimson. Facing an enemy that outnumbered them three to one, not a single Giant Troll stopped fighting. The female Trolls were even thinner and weaker than Yuna, but they did not hesitate to brandish the weapons in their hands. Their sharp canine teeth were bared as they roared. Their movements were not clumsy at all!
Every troll was a natural warrior!
There were already five or six forest trolls lying on the ground, but most of them were short and muscular fellows!