Chapter 252: A Wide River with Rolling Waves
The darkness covered by the trees gradually brightened.
The sparse trees grew even thinner as they approached the riverbank.
Listening to the roaring water, the mentally exhausted troll soldiers couldn't help but feel tears well up.
They had finally reached the Silvermoon River. Once they crossed, they could reach the Troll Castle within a day.
But when they reached the riverbank, all the trolls were stunned.
The wooden bridge that once spanned the river had been ruthlessly burned down.
Hundreds of human soldiers stood openly on the opposite bank.
The trolls, who had marched all night, rubbed their eyes, thinking it was a hallucination.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of dense projectiles pierced the air.
Dozens of trolls, unable to dodge in time, were severely wounded.
Hearing their screams, the surrounding trolls couldn't help but feel frightened.
Furious troll hunters quickly threw their javelins, attempting to counterattack.
However, they awkwardly discovered that the wide Silvermoon River rejected their attempts.
The thrown javelins flew over 100 meters before falling weakly.
They splashed into the water and disappeared!
The attacking troll hunters felt utterly humiliated.
They had expected mocking laughter from the soldiers across the river, but instead, more deadly crossbow bolts flew their way.
Helplessly taking hits without being able to fight back infuriated the troll priests.
They had no choice but to order a retreat, hiding in the woods and roaring in frustration.
Staring at the rushing Silvermoon River, the troll priests felt helpless.
They were masters of killing and magic but could not build a bridge quickly.
Unspeakable resentment spread among all the trolls.
They exchanged glances, seeing irritation and anxiety in each other's eyes.
The troll priests snorted and turned toward their subordinates.
Silence spoke louder than words!
"Hurry up and cut down those trees! Faster!"
"No slacking off! Move!"
"It's almost daylight. Once we cross the river, we can rest!"
"What are we doing next? The trees aren't enough to bridge the river!"
"We're taking boats, of course!"
"How are we doing that?"
"You don't want to know!"
"..."
Watching the trolls' activities on the opposite bank, the soldiers preparing their crossbows smirked, eager to watch the show.
"They're in for a treat next…"
"Yeah, can't wait!"
"Alright, get your aim ready now, and remember to shoot precisely later…"
"..."
With all the trolls working together, one tree after another was felled.
Trolls tied ropes around their waists, clutching the logs, and jumped into the water from upstream.
Following alongside, Bay Territory soldiers wasted no time shooting at them.
The trolls, hiding behind thick logs, dodged as best they could while swallowing their anger.
They grumbled through gritted teeth:
"Just wait until we get over there!"
"Wait till we land!"
They didn't notice that the soldiers shooting at them had no intention of hitting them directly.
Instead, they aimed at the trolls on the riverbank behind them to prevent them from approaching.
Over hundreds of trolls used this method, clutching logs and tied ropes, jumping into the river and swimming hard toward the opposite bank.
As they neared the shore, the trolls on the other side cheered loudly.
They stared at the human soldiers who hadn't left, angrily cursing them through gritted teeth.
In response to their cursing, the Bay Territory soldiers simply let the trolls swim desperately to the shore.
But before they could gather and launch an attack, Beelzebub, who had waited on the riverbank, dashed over to meet them.
Crack!
"Ah…!"
"Run!"
"Splurt…"
"Where are the others?"
"..."
The scattered trolls were no match for Beelzebub and were cut down in a few strikes.
Individual trolls stood little chance against the organized human soldiers attacking them.
Watching the trolls slowly "delivered" to the shore, Beelzebub couldn't help but laugh heartily.
His loud laughter filled the trolls on the opposite bank with hatred.
They watched their comrades who swam across get overwhelmed by human soldiers, feeling a creeping sense of despair.
How could they cross the river?
For the troll priests, this wasn't a problem at all, as they shouted loudly:
"All at once!"
Their approach was simple.
You've got defensive tactics?
You think you can weaken the troll soldiers and then eliminate them?
Well, now we're sending them right to you—let's see how many you can kill!
Even Beelzebub struggled against the trolls' frenzied tactics.
Under the boost of their intense anger, his combat power and attack strength surged, making it easy to cut down these weakened trolls.
But that didn't mean his stamina was unlimited!
As the mass of trolls, clutching floating logs, drifted down from above.
Some unlucky ones were swallowed by the swift undercurrents.
Seeing his soldiers nearing their limit, Matthew, who had been resting with his eyes closed, turned to the ready Old Six and Bobo:
"Didn't you want to form a combat team? Now's your chance to select your members."
"For every troll you kill, you can choose one member from the Dragonblood Murlocs or soldiers, up to 1,000!"
Bobo's face lit up with indescribable joy as he saluted Matthew and Yaya, jumped onto the larger Old Six, drew his gleaming short sword, and shouted:
"All Murlocs, attack!"
Before his words finished, Old Six carried him and jumped into the Silvermoon River.
The murlocs, who hadn't even come ashore, happily darted forward, rushing toward the trolls focused on the river's surface.
Seeing the troll soldiers about to land en masse, Beelzebub ordered his soldiers to prepare to retreat, watching the scene with a knowing smile.
In that instant, the trolls floating on the river let out screams as nearly a hundred trolls were dragged underwater.
The remaining trolls sensed the danger below and shouted in panic.
A troll warlord swam forward desperately, nearly reaching the shore.
A sudden current surged below, and before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his leg, pulling his entire body underwater.
The strong troll warlord struggled fiercely, swinging his weapon to force the enemy off his feet.
But as soon as he opened his eyes, countless murlocs were already charging at him with loud cries.
He was instantly overwhelmed!
The murlocs, shouting wildly, dragged him underwater once more.
A few minutes later.
The swollen corpse of the troll warlord, dead from suffocation, slowly floated up from the water.
By then, hundreds of troll corpses had already surfaced.
And the number was growing!
The lively Silvermoon River had turned into a scene of fierce slaughter.