"Kill!"
The enormous Giant Demon Army was like a wave from hell. It carried a power that could crush everything as it swept toward the Mirror Lake Camp.
For a moment, it was as if the heavens were falling and the earth was splitting apart. The weak defensive line that the Mirror Lake Camp had barely managed to organize collapsed under this attack.
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
… …
Under the assault of the troll army, the collapsed human army was squeezed into the icy lake. Only in the east and west were a few scattered human soldiers who saw that the situation was not good and managed to escape before the troll army closed in.
"Awoo —"
The ground began to tremble amidst the wolf howls.
Two wolf cavalry units split off from the flanks of the troll army, one in the east and one in the west, chasing after the human deserters.
"Splash!"
A huge wave suddenly appeared on the calm surface of Mirror Lake, charging toward the troll demon wolf cavalry on the east side of the battlefield.
"Stop advancing!"
The leader of the wolf cavalry roared.
However, the charging wolf cavalry could not control their momentum at all.
The huge wave was like a terrifying hand smashing down.
"Bang!"
Hundreds of wolf cavalry were instantly swallowed.
There was no trace of blood, nor were there any pieces of flesh or broken bones.
The huge wave immediately froze when it came into contact with the ground, forming an ice wall more than ten meters tall in front of the troll demon wolf cavalry.
Within the ice wall, the troll demon wolf cavalry still maintained their charging posture when they were alive.
It was lifelike.
This terrifying turn of events caused the wolf cavalry behind to stop in their tracks. They hesitated in front of the ice wall, their faces filled with fear.
Just as the human deserters were about to run further and further away, a bright red spear shot out from the center of the troll army, drawing a long trail of blood in the sky before finally piercing into the ice wall.
"Crack!"
A crack appeared on the ice wall. Then, even more cracks extended from where the spear had pierced, covering the entire wall like a spiderweb.
"Bang!"
The ice wall shattered.
Countless pieces of ice fell to the ground along with the remains of the wolf cavalry.
"Chase!"
Following the leader's order, the wolf cavalry unit regrouped and once again chased east.
But this time, the wolf riders were no longer as arrogant as they were at the beginning.
"There's a Magician among the human deserters?"
A troll general riding a white wolf picked up the blood-red spear that had fallen to the ground as he stepped on the shattered ice.
It was obvious that he was the one who had broken the ice wall blocking their way.
"Quake, you go after it too. This should be a big fish." Another Troll riding a white wolf came over and said to the Troll general who had picked up the spear.
The mounts of the trolls were direwolves. These ferocious beasts were larger than normal warhorses and were generally gray in color.
However, there were a few Direwolf species that had white fur.
Such a white wolf was sacred in the eyes of the trolls. It was the incarnation of the War God (also known as the White Wolf War God) that they worshipped. Therefore, only the high status trolls had the right to use a white wolf as a mount.
"Yes! Quaker bowed respectfully, then led a team of wolf riders to the east, whistling through the air.
The ice wall spell here was only a small interlude. On the main battlefield, the human army that had been put together at the last minute had long been defeated. They were either kneeling and begging for mercy or being chased into the Mirror Lake by the trolls.
Only a few people were still resisting with all their might, trying to fight their way out of the encirclement.
In fact, there were quite a few remnants of the human army that had managed to escape.
Because the trolls seemed to have some misgivings, they didn't put all their forces into the encirclement to intercept the scattered human army.
Instead, they left more than half of their elite troops in the rear as a reserve, as if guarding against something.
The slaughter was still ongoing.
The flowing blood kept converging into the Mirror Lake, dyeing half of the lake's surface a dazzling red.
The suffocating smell of blood attracted flocks of vultures. They anxiously circled above the battlefield, ready to swoop down and feast at any time.
The sun gradually set in the west, and the flames of the setting sun began to burn on the horizon. However, the sounds of slaughter by the Mirror Lake showed no signs of stopping.
At this time, a commotion suddenly came from the rear of the troll army.
A troll messenger quickly rushed in front of Quaker and loudly reported, "General! A human army has been discovered at the rear. There are about forty to fifty thousand people! "
Quaker was not alarmed. Instead, he was overjoyed. He laughed loudly and said, "Good! That little lion finally dares to show his face! Haha, let's teach him a good lesson! "
The emblem of the House of Saint Hilde, the master of the Northern Frontier, was a golden lion. The "little lion" that Quaker mentioned was obviously the son of the Duke Of Saint Hilde — Marquis Charles.
This marquis should have been the highest commander of the human side in this battle, overseeing the Mirror Lake Camp and fighting the trolls to the death.
However, he was clearly unwilling, or rather, did not dare to face the troll army head-on.
Instead, he issued an emergency conscription order and recruited a group of troops and militia to fill the Mirror Lake Camp as bait.
He himself led the real army to launch a sneak attack from the rear while the trolls were attacking the Mirror Lake Camp.
Even though the entire plan was a little cruel, it was still a good one.
If they could really catch the trolls off guard and cause them to be unable to take care of each other, they might be able to win the battle.
Unfortunately, for some reason, this plan was clearly seen through by the troll army's commander in advance and they had made preparations to deal with it.
Thus, when Marquis Charles led his army to charge to the rear of the troll army, he did not have an irresistible force as he had expected. Instead, he met with an iron plate.
A fierce battle thus began.
— — —
It was late at night.
A half-moon hung in the sky, its cold radiance scattering across the forest.
A group of human cavalrymen were setting up camp in the forest, but they did not dare to start a fire to cook. They were worried that they would expose their target and attract their pursuers.
It had been three days since the defeat at the Mirror Lake.
After three days of fleeing, killing, and bloodshed, this team of more than five hundred people was now left with a little over a hundred people.
It was indeed a miracle that they could last until now under the encirclement of the Troll Demon Wolf Cavalrymen.
Of course, this was also because their battle strength was indeed strong.
Furthermore, there was a spellcaster among them.
In a head-on battle, a mage would be completely defeated by a knight or even a warrior of the same level. This was because no one would foolishly stand in place and wait for a mage to finish chanting without interrupting or dodging.
However, on the battlefield, the role of a mage would far exceed that of a knight of the same level.
The ice wall that blocked the wolf cavalrymen was a good example.
It was a level three spell that ended the lives of hundreds of wolf cavalrymen in an instant.
However, if a level three knight faced hundreds of wolf cavalrymen, even if there were no professionals among the wolf cavalrymen, he would still die of exhaustion under the siege of the enemy.
At most, he would drag a few dozen of them down with him.
The forest was quiet, with only the occasional neighing of horses and the faint howling of owls.
In the camp, most of the people were eating hard bread in silence. Only a few leaders were gathered together, softly discussing how to get rid of the pursuers behind them.
"Meow!"
"Whitey, don't run around!"
Colin chased after Whitey's figure and came to the center of the camp.
"Sorry, it's a little naughty."
"It's fine."
The female mage grabbed the kitten that was trying to climb onto her body and held it in her arms to pet it.
Seeing this, Colin also sat down and did not regard himself as an outsider.
The female mage seemed to have noticed Colin's little scheme, so she did not chase him away. Instead, she asked, "Which family's knight are you?"
Colin raised his head and looked at the femal
e mage.
The black veil covered half of her face, leaving only a pair of deep blue eyes that seemed to reflect everyone's deepest desires.
"My name is Colin, Colin Angele."