"The shaman group shows off their skills, all of which require advanced training!"

"The Troll Chief ignored Nicole's order and went out without authorization. It is recommended that the military court impose sanctions!"

"Nicole cannot restrain the generals, and her ability is questionable!"

The observer started recording again.

"Let the Dark Ranger Corps dispatch to attack the light cavalry on the left." Nicole yelled, "Bloodmaul, stop playing around, end the battle quickly and suppress the enemy's light cavalry!"

The enemy only saw that the shaman division was composed of the old, weak, sick and disabled, but they did not know that these guys were all shamans born and raised in the Dragon Hills. Each of them inherited the essence of the tribe and could easily communicate with the natural world.

God, their elemental power is innate. This is a gift from nature to the people living on this hilly land.

Downton's various laws have made the lives of the hilly natives better and better, but resources are limited after all. For higher status and more benefits, these shamans are eager to sell their lives to him, and now they are finally caught

Given the opportunity, it is natural to perform well.

The concept of the indigenous people is very simple. Whether their performance is good depends on whether they kill many people and whether they harvest many heads.

The same goes for everyone in the Troll Hunter Regiment, so with red eyes and a unique war cry resounding in their throats, they rushed out menacingly.

"I, Di Polo, are these guys all lunatics? Do they know that they are facing ten times the number of enemies?"

Looking at the fearless charging trolls, the concepts of the red dragon generals were once again subverted. What about the promised morale plummeting, and the promised defeat of the deserters?

Two thousand yards apart.

The light cavalry had taken off their short bows, strung their arrows, controlled their horses' speed, adjusted their breathing, and prepared to launch.

Fifteen hundred yards apart.

This is the limit range of the short bow, and the hit rate is too poor, so no commander will issue an order at this time.

"hold on!"

Wan Qi Chang raised his right hand and calculated the distance in his mind, but at this moment, he saw the troll on the opposite side suddenly raise his arm, use all his strength, and use the inertia of sprinting to throw the javelin over. (To be continued.
Chapter completed!