Chapter 256: Bay Territory, Attack!
Noticing the commotion in the distance, Angela, who had been waiting, calmly drew her longsword from her waist:
"Everyone, follow orders! Move out!"
The neatly arranged soldiers marched forward step by step under the sunlight.
They had no fear of death, no dread of the impending danger, and no attachment to the original plan of defending the castle.
They advanced steadily, maintaining their orderly formation!
The resounding footsteps echoed throughout the castle.
All the adventurers in the castle watched them in astonishment.
They couldn't believe that, in the face of an army of over ten thousand trolls, they chose to take the initiative and attack!
Chris blinked in confusion, hesitating for a long time before ultimately deciding not to follow.
On the other hand, Alice waved them over:
"We have a very important task coming up."
Alice's adventuring team exchanged glances, reading many things in each other's eyes.
Seeing their hesitation, Alice chuckled softly and said:
"Everything is voluntary, but you should think carefully."
"Our current advantage mainly comes from the benefits of having a lead in contributions."
"If we lose this advantage, can we still gain these rewards?"
Alice paused deliberately, her sharp gaze sweeping over every adventurer in the team.
Whether new members or veterans, they all fell into contemplation.
Seeing this, a hint of helplessness flickered in Alice's eyes.
The pace of development had been too rapid; after this mission, a proper "planning" session was essential.
Alice knew very well that as Bay Territory's strength grew, so would the dangers they faced, but the corresponding rewards would also increase.
For instance, in the last battle, every adventurer involved in the bait operation received a piece of magical equipment and considerable contribution points.
Such astonishing rewards were equivalent to half a year's earnings for an ordinary adventurer, though the risks were the highest among all missions.
Without unity and strength, and without fully following orders and commands, the dangers would only increase.
"Given the task's risk level, anyone who wants to volunteer, come find me within ten minutes."
Alice didn't say much more and headed toward the supply depot.
Other adventurer teams who arrived also had some captains and leaders rushing over.
During the march, Angela continuously assessed the state of the troll camp.
Learning that Yaya was fighting several terrifying monsters while the rest of the trolls were in chaos, she paused and decisively gave orders:
"Don't rush to attack; continue to harass them by any means necessary."
"Don't worry about Lord's safety; he has a comprehensive plan behind his actions."
Although Angela was worried, she didn't show it and chose to trust the Lord.
The others, anxiously watching the chaotic troll camp, ultimately chose to obey orders.
Yaya's body was covered in several wounds.
Despite the trolls gaining immense boosts in strength and physical attributes after their transformations,
Their reduced intelligence rendered them almost incapable of spellcasting.
They had effectively turned from spellcasters into monstrous aberrations!
This was a specialty of flesh-aligned spellcasters!
To the troll priests, Yaya's size was not large; at best, she was a well-developed young dragon.
Her close combat ability was assumed to be far inferior to her resistance to spells!
After all, most dragon slayers who managed to succeed had slain young or adolescent dragons.
They often used physical damage to cripple a dragon's flight before delivering the killing blow.
But soon, the troll priests realized they had underestimated Yaya.
Yaya was especially skilled in close combat!
No matter how the trolls attacked, the agile Yaya always managed to evade, effortlessly dodging their assaults.
This greatly reduced the trolls' effectiveness against her, far from their anticipated swift resolution.
"They want to capture you alive or save their spell trump cards to finish you when you flee!"
"We'll play along, dragging them out and depleting their spells as much as possible!"
"Even if sacrifices are necessary, they're worth it!"
Yaya fully agreed with Matthew's strategy, enduring unprecedented pain and exhaustion but persevering.
What puzzled the troll priests was that Yaya's wounds began healing rapidly, matching even the trolls' recovery speed.
Their spell durations were running low.
If they couldn't seriously wound Yaya soon, once their powerful physical enhancements wore off, they'd likely be torn apart by the furious dragon.
Equally frustrating for the troll priests was the dragon's aura radiating from Yaya, far stronger than that of an average young dragon.
It almost completely suppressed the surrounding trolls, limiting their offensive capabilities.
These cannon fodder were useless, and the battle wasn't going as planned.
Realizing this, the troll priests held back no longer, hurling various high-damage spells at Yaya.
Yaya mostly dodged, rarely counterattacking effectively.
That part fell to Matthew.
Continuously reinforcing her magical shields.
Healing her wounds without pause.
Feeding Yaya nutrient potions constantly.
He also threw out Fireball spells, targeting unfortunate onlookers to quickly regain mana.
Simultaneously, Matthew guided Yaya to redirect their attacks toward the surrounding trolls, causing collateral damage.
In short, the entire camp was in chaos, and no troll found peace.
Half an hour later.
The wounded Yaya wobbled away, flapping her wings and retreating.
The troll priests could only watch, eyes wide with rage, as her figure disappeared, roaring furiously.
Their grotesquely mutated bodies began shrinking rapidly.
When they reverted to their original forms, their once-upright postures were now old and withered.
Their eerie and terrifying appearances further terrified the surrounding trolls.
An overwhelming hunger gnawed at the troll priests, with bizarre thoughts assaulting their already fragile minds.
One ravenous troll priest roared like a beast and lunged at the trembling trolls.
...…
Yaya, flying away, ignored the pain from her wounds, laughing in exhilaration.
Matthew, using his only remaining arm, patted her head and laughed too.
Their figures suddenly vanished, leaving behind faint laughter that slowly spread.
"One avatar 'dead,' and we still have countless more!"