Chapter 676: Adventurer's Opportunity

"Have you eaten your own kind?"

The flat voice entered the troll's ears.

The frightened troll subconsciously shook his head, but couldn't help saying.

"Of course I have!"

Swish!

The thick iron chain bound the troll tightly.

No matter how they struggled, they could not escape the fate of being imprisoned.

Lockefa looked at the strong bloody light on them, without any sympathy on his face. He asked a few simple questions and sent them to the underground laboratory.

Their fate was worse than most trolls sent to the blood-activating potion refining factory.

Matthew has already started to prepare and transform the trolls with super recovery ability.

This time, the Gulf Lord attacked the trolls not only to resist them, but also to capture more special experimental subjects.

The other trolls were quite scared. They had heard about the situation in the Gulf Lord a long time ago.

All kinds of terrifying rumors made them very afraid of being captured by the Gulf Lord.

The trolls were more and more afraid of the Gulf Lord, and they would shrink back when fighting.

They are cruel and fierce thugs, greedy and cunning cannibals.

But when facing the Bay Territory, which is more ferocious and fierce than them, they will also become cowardly.

Lockefa, who knows the situation, keenly grasps their state and analyzes the situation carefully to Dale.

Dale, who knows the situation, is very comfortable to check and then decisively let the combat troops on the field be bolder.

"The trolls have become a mess. The contradictions and struggles between them are destined to be unable to unite together."

"And the trolls are short of supplies and must rely on the hunting grounds of the Dark Forest to survive."

"We can fully seize this characteristic of the trolls and besiege and strangle them."

With such a combat concept, there are trolls who have joined the Bay Territory to lead the way.

The teams that capture and hunt trolls are getting more and more harvests every day.

More and more scout teams are captured and hunted by adventurers from the Bay Territory.

At the beginning, Dale was still worried that the troll army, which was losing more and more, would launch a siege against the adventurers from the Bay Territory.

Who knew that after several days, the Gulf Territory had captured 30,000 to 40,000 trolls, but the other side still did not react much.

There was only a steady stream of troll scouts coming from the area that the Rotten Moss Clan tried to control.

For these troll scouts who seemed to be driven out to die, Dale hesitated for only half a day and then happily attacked them.

The merits and gains that came to the door should not be wasted!

After staying in the Gulf Territory for so many days, Dale also made some more impatient plans.

They were all persuaded by the garrison soldiers and commanders of the Gulf Territory outpost.

Now that I thought clearly, I immediately understood.

The normal combat system of the Gulf Territory can ensure that the soldiers and adventurers can get enough victory and benefits without making unnecessary sacrifices.

The only thing that puzzled Dale was why the trolls who suffered such a big loss had no reaction now?

"Food! Still food!"

"Why haven't the Kol elves sent the food yet? Didn't they already agree?"

"They just want us to contain the Gulf Territory, and don't want to give us subsequent food and weapons."

"I heard that the Kol elves are in chaos now, and they may not have the resources to support us."

"We don't want anything else, just food!"

"They definitely have enough food, but they lack the means and manpower to transport it."

"I'm still reluctant..."

The trolls were mumbling and making a lot of noise, and the troll commanders of the Rotten Moss Clan were all thinking about getting more resources.

The clan leader sitting on the bone throne was looking at these fools pretending to be crazy with a cold look.

The fortune teller standing next to him answered in a cold voice:

"The Kol elves are ready to continue trading with us, let us take the initiative to attack the Gulf Territory and force out their army."

After hearing this, the troll commanders couldn't help but brighten up.

As long as there is food from the Kol elves, it is not difficult to arrange those stupid slaves to die.

Anyway, there are more and more trolls now, and it is just right to clean up the excess population.

Thinking of those trolls who have fallen into madness, the troll leader of the Rotten Moss Clan, Terrell, has a blank expression and does not easily express any opinions.

He did not take the discussion of these idiots too seriously.

What he is more worried about now are those "madmen" and those idiots who stand by and watch.

Seeing that the trolls they arranged to die have been assigned, the whole hall has become quiet again.

The fortune teller Buck continued in a cold voice:

"Send more of those who are going to die, so as not to increase the sacrifices for those madmen!"

"And you must think clearly, don't cooperate with those orc madmen from the north, be careful of being chopped by them."

"The other tribes can think whatever they want, and they can let them die if they want. Anyway, we are not fighting with the Bay Leader."

For his "unpromising" behavior, several troll leaders have no other thoughts, and their eyes show a little recognition.

For them, survival is the most important thing. With food, they can have a safe life.

As for the crazy ideas of other trolls, they are mostly too lazy to get involved.

"We can retreat after the Cole elves transport the food."

"It just so happens that those idiots gave up their territory, and we can occupy it in advance..."

"Hey, that makes sense. Let these idiots die first, just like those idiots before."

"Go to the Gulf Territory to buy some fire oil, but you have to burn them all before you can live there."

"The Gulf Territory's bows and arrows can already be sold to us, aren't they afraid of us?"

"Afraid? Why are you afraid? As soon as that flying dragon comes, we will fall immediately..."

"Right……"

Trill, the leader of the clan, did not pay attention to these idiots with relatively flexible brains, but gave up the idea of ​​cleaning them up.

Seeing these guys running away while talking, Buck, with a faint green light flashing in his eyes, turned to remind Terrell:

"The longer we stay here, the greater the danger we will encounter."

The latter was silent for a while, looked up at the red sky, and said in an obscure tone:

"From what you said, it's really time for us to leave."

"It's a pity that those lunatics showed up too early."

"Who says it's not?"

The exchanges between the two trolls became lower and lower, and finally disappeared.

the next day.

Large swaths of trolls, carrying enough food to feed themselves, rushed towards the area controlled by the Gulf Territory adventurers.

Most of these trolls survive, but usually have a miserable life.

There were also mighty trolls and orcs coming hand in hand, causing a big commotion at the northern end of the dark forest.

The scout team that Delsa sent out quickly discovered their arrival.

All kinds of information continued to flow into the Gulf Territory and quickly reached Matthew's hands.

Matthew, who was undergoing surgical transformation experiments, looked at the large patch of eye-catching red on the map and squinted his eyes involuntarily.

"In addition to the orc tribes and trolls, the barbarians in the east also seem to be thinking about it."

"Elf Cole is really good at looking for trouble, and he always likes to pick it at this time."

There was a little bit of dissatisfaction in Aini's eyes, and she was very resentful that the Cole elf always did bad things at critical moments.

Matthew closed the experimental table, checked the experimental data, smiled calmly and said:

"Don't worry about them for now. With their offensive capabilities, they can't do anything to us."

"As long as we don't cause trouble ourselves, they can only watch us grow rapidly."

Aini immediately understood what Matthew meant. Currently, most of the troops in the Gulf Territory are undergoing intensive training and training at various training grounds.

The longer time passes, the stronger they will become and the more confident they will be.

The threat posed by these three parties is almost the same as the previous times when the Cole elves launched sieges on the Gulf Territory.

As long as you defend properly, the opponent cannot pose any threat at all. The Bay Territory has nothing to lose, either.

So why be too anxious?

Aini, who had learned to be pragmatic, nodded thoughtfully.

She immediately understood the development of the entire territory and the relationship between face and lizi.

Thinking of this, Aini suddenly remembered the indicative combat missions of the Gulf Territory and the large number of powerful weapons and equipment disclosed by the Gulf Territory, and asked with great anticipation:

"Are the adventurers of the Gulf Territory finally going to be on their own? Looking forward to their next performance."

Matthew rubbed his hands. He didn't take the enemy particularly seriously this time. Instead, he broke them and crushed them into pieces and continued with Aini:

"The reason is very simple. The opponents chosen for the adventurers are all scattered and cannot gather together a group of enemies."

"To deal with such an enemy, adventurers' flexible combat styles and numbers can often produce better results."

"Moreover, this can better train the strength and combat effectiveness of the adventurers, and the territory can entrust them with more tasks in the future."

Aini naturally understood the various meanings. Thinking that most adventurers were attracted and joined the Gulf Territory because of its various policies and benefits, she couldn't help but smile on her face:

"Adventurers are all talented people with good qualifications."

"He gives us work again, eliminates the dangers in the forest, and allows us to grow with confidence, which saves us a lot of trouble."

"Then you can join the territory and become the talent and reserve of our Gulf Territory. It is simply a good thing that comes to your doorstep."

Matthew shrugged nonchalantly. For the strategies and arrangements of the adventurers, he naturally referred to the situations of players and other adventurers in previous lives.

Just as Aini said, the Gulf Territory needs these talents who come to the door.

The talents cultivated by oneself are reliable, and the talents recruited from outside are numerous and excellent. Only in this way can there be more and more talents in the territory.

The Gulf Territory must not only provide resources and upward paths for these talents.

We also need to provide them with a good home that everyone yearns for.

The stability of the Gulf Territory, free housing, children's education, and all kinds of dazzling beautiful goals.

It can become the reason why adventurers are extremely excited.

Aini, whose eyes were shining, had even begun to ask questions in anticipation.

“Our Rocky Mountains are easily defended and difficult to attack, with few entrances and many exits.”

"How about we also send a few troops to go out and see them more?"

Matthew nodded obediently and just reminded Aini to pay attention to safety and take timely retreat and response measures.

The adventurers lived up to Matthew's expectations.

Led by the Gulf Territory trolls and Catachan warriors, they showed excellent combat capabilities.

They each formed a captive and hunting team to encircle and kill the surging troll scouts and orc scouts.

They relied on the various sophisticated weapons and equipment provided by the Gulf Territory, as well as the fighting style of fighting with more people against fewer and cooperating to strangle, to complete the control of their forces.

The scouts could not be deployed, and the movement speed of the troll clan and the orc tribe became slower and slower.

They did not think of ways, such as setting traps, chasing and killing, and forming special combat forces.

However, all their plans failed.

The various weapons and equipment of the adventurers can easily determine their true and false.

Some bold adventurer teams even took advantage of their negligence.

They staged a wonderful show of eating bait and then escaping.

When the angry orc army chased them, they fell into the trap set by the Gulf Territory.

Many adventurer teams surrounded them one after another and mercilessly besieged them.

When the army's advance speed was getting slower and slower, the losses were getting more and more, but there was no gain.

The orc army naturally had the idea of ​​retreating.

But at this time, they had fallen into various traps and encirclements.

Whether advancing or retreating, they had to step on the deadly traps all the way.

Groups of orcs fell down, and they couldn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

The deadly crossbows and traps on the ground became the last wailing resentment of these orcs.

The hesitation of the orc army, which could not advance or retreat, would make their losses more and more.

After trying to hold on and wait for support, they found that water and food became extremely scarce.

The exhausted orc army soon fell to the point of being slaughtered.

Dale, who had successfully fought, and Lockefa, who rushed to the battlefield, were telling the new adventurer team about the situation on the battlefield and summarizing the next battle.

"You are all very good at dealing with small-scale enemies, so we don't need to say more here."

"Anyway, just use long-range weapons to attack, and then wait for a while to see if there is anyone to help or ambush."

"If there is, retreat quickly, if not, clean up the battlefield."

The commanders of several adventurer teams nodded repeatedly, and they approved of this seemingly very shameless fighting method.

Isn't it like this?

It is safe and efficient, and you can also make money.

"To deal with large-scale enemies, we should start from the following aspects."

"First, we should clip their wings, eliminate their scouts, and make them blind."

"In this way, they will naturally not be able to advance quickly."

"If step 1 is not achieved, mobilize as many people as possible to attack, or check their situation and be ready to retreat at any time."

"Then, we should arrange various traps according to their marching routes, or ambush them in the hunting grounds in advance."

"While slowing down their marching speed, we should also weaken their ability to obtain supplies."

"For the trolls and orcs we are facing, the food they carry is usually only enough for two or three days."

"Reducing their chances of obtaining food on the road can basically eliminate the possibility of their large-scale march in a short period of time."

"If the combat troops are in better conditions, they can also use magic artillery or long-range spellcasting to attack and block them in advance."

"It can not only kill their soldiers and slow down their speed, but also hit their morale and reduce their combat effectiveness..."

After they said this, there were some ready-made examples in front of them.

The commanders of the adventurer combat team couldn't help but have their eyes light up.

They learned some crazy, bold but extremely effective new things.

In order to prevent them from making big mistakes and losses, Lockefa did not forget to continue to explain to them:

"Combat command is important, completing the mission is also important, but surviving is more important."

"Everyone must remember our Bay Territory's criteria for judging missions. Casualties rank first, effects second, and gains can only rank third."

"And everyone must not have evil thoughts in their hearts, otherwise they will not be able to pass the Bay Territory's magic detection questioning."

For this point, the adventurer commanders who are already old acquaintances also politely expressed their approval.

There is no way, who asked everyone to work for the Bay Territory?

If you eat his bowl of rice, you have to recognize his rules.

I was dizzy when I was blown by the wind.

Damn...

Tomorrow I will restore 8,000.