Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 195 Conquering the Trolls

Therefore, facing such a lineup, the Dragontooth Clan had to be careful. After all, their resources were not much, and were even less than those of the opposing troll clan. So the terrifying combat power of the troll clan forced Yorick to be cautious.

Yorick used what he had on hand to draw a simple sand map, then called Otto and Warwick over to plan their attack.

Yorick gestured with a branch towards the two men, saying, "Look, this is troll territory. Those beasts are clever; they chose an extremely open and spacious location as their camp, making it impossible for us to launch a night raid. Moreover, as soon as a chimera appears in the air, it will be attacked by the manticores' stings. Given the venom of the manticores, even an adult chimera will be incapacitated within the next fifteen minutes after being hit twice, and if it doesn't receive treatment within thirty minutes, it will surely die. So we need to come up with a solution; we don't have enough men right now and can't afford any losses."

Alto shouted somewhat unwillingly, "Are we just going to let them act so arrogantly in front of me?"

Yorick reassured him, "Calm down, Lord Otto. After all, our foundation is still shallow and we can't withstand too much loss. If our master sees us win in such a sorry state, he will definitely be displeased."

Upon hearing this, Otto immediately fell silent, and you could even see cold sweat beading on his forehead. He knew all too well that Agreed was no benevolent man, and if he failed to please his master, everything he possessed would be taken away. Therefore, Otto decisively abandoned his worthless pride and humbly listened to Yorick's battle plan.

Yorick continued, "So it's clear that our only advantage right now is the absolute difference in top-tier combat power. Lord Otto's body is comparable to a dragon, so I hope you will take the lead and draw the fire of the manticores. After all, those poisonous stings can't hurt your protective dragon scales. At that time, I will lead our newly recruited monster army to attack the trolls. As for Warrick, you will stay in the rear with the gnoll troops and wait for the right time to enter the battlefield and reap the rewards."

After hearing the plan, Warwick volunteered, saying, "No, brother, your mission is too dangerous. Let me do it. You are our strategist. If anything goes wrong, the losses will be too great. I can't out-think you, but I'm a master at charging into battle."

Yorick thought for a moment and finally compromised, instructing, "Alright then, I'll leave it to you, but be careful, and retreat immediately if things look bad."

Yorick knew perfectly well that the so-called monster army was actually a ragtag force hastily assembled from goblins, bear goblins, subterranean gnomes, and goblins. To be honest, taking such an advance force to fight the trolls head-on was tantamount to suicide. Yorick originally did not intend to send his brother, but Warwick's current strength was beyond his comprehension, so this arrangement was actually the most reasonable from the perspective of the battle situation.

After agreeing on the battle plan, the three leaders rewarded their men, ensuring they had a good meal the night before the attack. Then, the next day, before dawn, Warwick led his monster army to attack the troll territory.

The troll leader, 'Pukin,' sneered at the ragtag army charging towards them. He then ordered his ogres to rush forward and deal with the enemies, while instructing the manticore troops behind him: "Keep your eyes wide open and watch the sky carefully. Ignore those trash on the ground and don't waste your poison stings on them. They're definitely creating an opening for the chimeras. Keep your eyes wide open, and if any flying creature appears in the sky, shoot it down immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, a huge figure blotted out the sky. Otto descended from the sky, his massive dragon body plunging directly into the manticore pack and beginning a one-sided slaughter. But the manticores were not to be trifled with. They united and used their agility to constantly engage in guerrilla warfare with Otto. For a time, the two sides fought back and forth. Seeing this, the trolls rushed to support him, and Otto was completely surrounded in the blink of an eye.

On the main battlefield, Warwick moved like a ghost, charging left and right. With each charge, an ogre would fall dead under his claws. When the mournful roars and flames of dragon breath came from Otto's side, Warwick immediately realized the change in the situation and abandoned the ogres, rushing towards the troll camp.

Just then, the troll leader Pugin swung his iron rod and struck Warwick in the waist, knocking him back onto the battlefield. Pugin landed imposingly in front of Warwick. As the strongest of the trolls, he was no shorter than Warwick, so in terms of presence, the two were evenly matched. Pugin pointed his iron rod at Warwick and taunted, "A guy like you is too much of a disruptive force in the battlefield. Let's have some fun. I haven't encountered a powerful opponent like you in a long time."

Warwick, eager to provide support, didn't waste any words and rushed forward, nimbly dodging Pugin's iron rod. He then delivered a clean and swift claw strike, slicing Pugin's neck open. However, this mere fatal wound was far too insignificant for a troll. Pugin swung his club directly at Warwick's head, and Warwick immediately retreated to avoid the attack. Pugin's attacks were simply too slow for Warwick. If it weren't for Pugin's troublesome self-healing ability, he would probably have already died under Warwick's claws.

At this moment, Pukin's neck had already healed completely, and he said to Warwick with a nonchalant sneer: "Although you are very strong in every aspect, you actually lack a destructive killing move. If that's all you've got, then I can wear you down to death just by grappling with you."

Warwick snorted, then his muscles began to bulge and his body began to glow. Then, a huge energy claw strike lashed out with Warwick's palm, splitting Pugin into four irregular pieces. Just as Warwick thought the battle was over and was about to rush to Otto's aid, Pugin was restored to normal and ran in front of Warwick, delivering a blow to his head.

The massive iron rod smashed directly onto Warwick's head, but to everyone's surprise, Warwick was unharmed while the rod was deformed. Pugin's seemingly harmless provocation ignited Warwick's fury, and suddenly a colossal phantom of a wolf god appeared behind him, emanating an unparalleled aura.

The terrifying pressure directly overwhelmed Pukin, and then the phantom behind Warwick released a dazzling white beam of light that enveloped Pukin. The destructive energy instantly began to destroy Pukin at the cellular level. At that moment, the fear of death that Pukin had not felt for a long time enveloped him, causing him to let out a terrified roar. Just as Pukin was about to die completely with only his head remaining, the beam of light suddenly disappeared.

Warwick grabbed Pugin's remaining head and said, "You're still alive! What terrifying resilience and adaptability. Although your body has little defense, it has almost no vital points or weaknesses. My lord would probably like to take in someone as valuable as you. So I'll only ask you once, listen carefully! Will the troll clan choose submission or destruction?"

Pukin looked to the side and saw that the ogres had been defeated and captured by Yorick and the others who had arrived later, and the trolls and manticores behind them had also been subdued by Otto. Most of the monsters were now half-paralyzed but still able to breathe as they lay on the ground.

Pujin sighed as he watched this scene, then said resignedly, "Great and mighty one, you have proven to the troll race with your absolute power that you are worthy of our loyalty. Please forgive our rudeness, and we are willing to serve you with our lives."