"But we are heading for Quel ‘Salas, aren’t we?" Mai Meng asked the strange name of the city, which made Mai Meng feel a little strong. "Why not get as close as possible to the ship so that we can pull out a longer distance with those Sintland humans?"
"Because those elves won’t let our ship pass smoothly," the hammer of destruction pointed out, "Jin Zu said that they are all excellent shooters, and they will throw arrows and rain at our heads, and we will be trapped in the ship. We will lose thousands of soldiers and the whole clan, and we can’t even land to fight." After hearing this, some chiefs whispered to each other, although all this didn’t happen, their tribes were still not used to making this kind of thing, except a few people like storm marauders, and others didn’t think that this mode of transportation was fast enough.
"But we can move around these mountains," Reid said again. "It’s a long distance, but it’s much easier to walk."
Doomhammer sneered at the idea. "It seems that you are afraid of this challenge, aren’t you?" Some chiefs laughed, and Red flew into a rage.
"Of course not!" He raised a fist and shouted, "Look, I’m going to fight a guy who dares to laugh at him like that again."! I have been behind you all the time! " No one dares to point out that the rope climbing of Redstone, of course, does not count as the hammer of destruction. Blackstone clan members are feared fighters and widely respected. On the other hand, the hammer of destruction allows them to have problems.
"So you want to challenge? "The Hammer of Destruction asked quietly in a low voice. When Reid roughly understood the meaning of this sentence, he turned pale in an instant and even stepped back. If the black-handed brothers want to lead the tribe, they must first challenge and defeat the Hammer of Destruction to achieve their goal, but they also know that even if they are together, he can kill them. Hammer of Destruction hopes that the two of them will do so, so that he can reasonably replace them as chiefs of the Black Tooth clan, but so far they have been afraid to do so.
"It may be faster to go around," Doomhammer finally said. "He can see that Reid doesn’t have the courage to accept this provocation." But then our actions will be more easily discovered. Choosing this road will make us elves suddenly appear in front of them when they are on guard. "He grinned again." If humans are lucky in the battle of Hintland, they will March around these mountains, so that we may reach Quel’ Salas before that time, if the elves allow them to enter their territory, humans and spirits. The spirits gathered us together when we attacked. "He laughed and crushed the stones in his hand, and the dust flew out from his fingers." They will go anywhere. We will crush them and seize the land. "He opened his hand and shook off the powder and debris in his hand." If they fall behind us, they will find that we have completely recruited Quel’ Salas, and then we will beat them back and drive them to the foot of the mountain to crush them. "He then patted his hand and cleaned it up." If we win, we will win. "
Others talked in a low voice, and some of them laughed along with it. Red also nodded. "You are very wise." He reluctantly admitted that "this is indeed a great plan." Destroyer nodded and accepted the praise.
"But now we have to move on," Doomhammer told others, "We still need to climb several peaks." Then he turned to Zulu Sid. "Where are they?" He asked.
"I’m on my way," replied the chief of the Dragon Throat clan, grinning at those guys who whispered behind him. None of his orcs knew what the Dragon Throat clan was planning, and what they were planning with the advice of the Hammer of Destruction. "They still have a long way to go, but they will catch us soon. The whole world will tremble because of their arrival."
"Good." The Hammer of Destruction then turned and stood tall not far away. His long scarf floated in the wind. "How far are we from Quel ‘Salas?"
"It’s still four days’ journey from here," Jin Zu replied, "but we can get there faster." The jungle troll looked into the distance with rapt eyes and unconsciously reached for the axe hanging beside him
"No" The Hammer of Destruction refused to look at the troll and showed disappointment. "You must continue to put ropes with us to help climb." He grinned and comforted the troll leader. "I’m not worried that you will get a chance to attack the elf home, but you must wait until the tribe is behind you before you can defeat them."
Jin Zu thought about it and agreed with the orcs. "They will be very angry," he continued, and then laughed. "They will be ready to bite like angry bees, and you will surround them like ants and eat them."
"Exactly." Destroyer likes this metaphor very much. Ants are not only hardworking workers, but also surprisingly tough. They can also become unscrupulous and work together to make creatures much bigger than them. This metaphor is very appropriate for ants. Now he signals his team to move on, and the tribe marching right behind him is just like an ant army eager to recruit all ants.
Four days later, the Hammer of Destruction and his chiefs looked at a hill, the last peak of the mountain range and a vast forest edge tribe. Others gathered behind them. They were exhausted from climbing and marching, but because a new goal had been set before them, they threw away those tiredness, but no one could be more excited than those forest trolls.
"Shall we go in now?" Jin Zu eagerly looked at the hammer of destruction, which nodded.
"Let’s go now," the chief agreed. "Go down these elves and don’t let anyone go." The troll leader grinned, threw his head back and let out a strange howl. Another forest troll immediately appeared not far from the two leaders, as silent and quick as a ghost. Then the third troll turned over from the square stone and came to his side, and then another troll came to the third troll’s side, and then more trolls kept appearing behind them until behind this hill. The valley is full of this thin and tall forest creature, which far exceeds the impression of the destruction hammer. The surprise that Jin Zu brought the human destruction hammer must have been shown because the forest troll leader never left behind his scarf and grinned.
"We found more guys," he explained with a laugh. "The deadwood tribe joined us!"
Although these trolls are much taller than he is, Doomhammer nodded, but he is not afraid of them. He has faced taller and stronger opponents, but the result is always his departure. Besides, Jin Zu has left a deep impression on him in the past few months since he established allies with them. This forest troll is a wise man and has his own glory. He once promised that his people would help the tribe, so Doomhammer is willing to take risks to believe this.
Of course, the fact that the forest trolls hate those high elves also helps to strengthen the view that all trolls are in favor of going north to Quel ‘Salas while frantically trying to destroy the elf forest to find an attack. The elf destroyer insisted that they wait. He hoped that the troll exhibition would attack the former tribe and all his members would be ready. Although Jin Zu was as eager to attack the elves as his people, he tried his best to control himself and maintain the order of the trolls.
But now the waiting is over. Jin Zu’s howling jumped forward and rushed to the hill. When he ran to the edge of the forest, he didn’t slow down, but jumped directly to the tree, swinging lightly from one trunk to another. His people followed him and jumped into the bushes, and then disappeared from sight. Leaves rustled and whispered from time to time, indicating that they were going to the depths of the jungle to find the elves and then kill them. Soon the forest guardians would know that trolls had invaded and then immediately came out to resist them.
In this way, they will let the elves see that there is a threat from him at their border.
The hammer of destruction sent a signal, and the tribesmen swept from the hills, and the narrow grass rushed with solid steps. They finally came to the trees in the front row.
"Now what big chief?" An orc soldier next to him asked, clutching the axe and nodding his head. Then the soldier turned to the tree behind him. The trunk of the tree was very thick and the surface was as smooth as silk. Its leaves were lush and green with a natural life breath. Then the orc soldier cut a large piece of wood from the trunk with a wave of his hand. Then he raised the axe to further expand the incision.
"No, it’s not!" The hammer of destruction grabbed the axe of the stunned soldier and pushed him back. "Don’t cut it at the same angle, cut it flat." He demonstrated that the axe was swung back to mobilize its muscles and cut it as straight as possible into the trunk. Then he suddenly pulled the axe back and continued to cut it at the same position to widen the gap. At the third time, his axe was almost visible on the other side of the tree. At this time, only a small piece of wood and bark supported the tree, and the hammer of destruction pulled it back. I looked at it, and then the axe pushed against the trunk, and then the tree fell obliquely. The uncut part made a crackling sound because of its own weight and falling down. When the tree fell, the ground shook with leaves and berries all over the floor.
"Take it and chop it like this." He put the axe back to the soldier, who nodded and walked to another tree. The second soldier had reached the cut tree with an axe in his hand and was going to chop the big tree into smaller firewood.
Not far from him, more orc fighters are doing the same work, which is as big as a tribe. It is a terrible task for an army to carry supplies. Instead, they all take what they need from their own land. Getting firewood from this forest should be enough for the tribe for weeks or maybe months, and the fact that they cut down every tree will weaken the elves’ defense can only be regarded as a icing on the cake.
When Doom watched the progress of the work with his hammer, he saw some changes in the corner of his eye. A short orc with heavy armor and hair was coming towards him. His face was full of scary scars and twisted expression made Doom very disgusted. Looking at Gourdain, there were some exciting things.
"Why?" The hammer of destruction asked when Gourdain came up to him.
"You should see the Great Hammer of Destruction yourself." Gourdain bowed deeply and Kou Jiaer smirked behind him. "Something that can greatly help the tribe."