Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

A group of eight people carefully hid behind the hillside, waiting for the best opportunity.

The sky gradually darkened, and the trolls who had been hunting outside brought their prey back to the camp one after another, and a bonfire was lit in the camp.

Except for a few trolls standing guard outside the camp, the rest of the trolls were resting around the campfire. In the corner, a few trolls wearing gray linen were preparing food.

At the largest campfire in the center of the camp, several trolls wearing leather armor and carrying axes on their waists were hunched over, surrounding an old troll wearing a wooden mask.

One of the tallest troll warriors respectfully reported today's harvest to the masked troll: "Lord Toby, today we captured eighty highland spiders and twelve velociraptors, collected spider venom sacs and leather. In addition, we captured nine highland velociraptor cubs and several velociraptor eggs."

Toby is the leader of this hunting team and a troll witch doctor from the Deadwood clan. He wears a white wooden voodoo mask and has long emerald green hair that is draped messily behind his head. Two huge fangs protrude from his mouth, making him look particularly ferocious.

After listening to the report of the troll warrior, Toby nodded slowly, glanced at the trolls sitting around him, and said, "I am leading the team this time. Spider venom sacs are our main priority material. Our compatriots in Sintland have some conflicts with the Evil Branch Clan. They need these venom sacs to make holy medicine to enhance their strength. And we also need to bring the prey back to Deadwood Village. The cubs at home need more meat. Since the cub of the Trollbane family named Danas appeared in the human army, the number of our successful attacks on human villages has been greatly reduced. The chief needs our hunting team to hunt in this area to relieve the food pressure in the tribe."

"My lord, why don't we attack human farms and kill all those red-robed humans? Not only can we eat them, but we can also get the crops and livestock from their farms." "Yes, my lord, Trollbane is our mortal enemy. We should kill him and tell humans that we trolls are not easy to mess with." "Kill humans and eat meat, eat meat."

Listening to the noisy shouting of the warriors below, the warrior who had reported earlier was secretly furious. He glared at the trolls who were shouting the loudest and shouted, "Shut up, everyone. The temporary truce with humans was decided by the chief and the high priest. It is not up to you. Be quiet. Continue to listen to what Priest Toby has to say."

This great warrior obviously had great prestige among the trolls. With just one sentence, he silenced all the trolls. The trolls who had just said they wanted to go to war and eat humans also retracted their necks and squatted back.

Witch doctor Toby cleared his throat and said, "The truce is only temporary. The evil branch tribe of Hinterland is too crazy. When they performed a blood sacrifice to the gods, they actually captured people from our deadwood tribe and evil tooth tribe as sacrifices. The fight with the evil branch tribe has taken up most of our tribe's energy. When we have time, we will teach humans a lesson."

As a witch doctor, Toby was one of the few spellcasters in the tribe. He was already considered a high-level member of the tribe and knew much more than these soldiers. Not only did the friction with the evil branch tribe distract the Deadwood tribe, but the tribe also had other big plans.

Toby then instructed the troll warrior: "Atadin, our hunting mission is almost complete. The main task next is to capture prey alive as a sacrifice. The tribe needs living animals to sacrifice to my lord Shadra."

Garin and his companions did not know that there was a seventh-level warrior in the troll team. He was a troll who had been scattered outside hunting and returned to the camp after nightfall.

However, this did not hinder their sneak attack plan. Near midnight, Garin and his men were ready to take action.

The night was dark, and the moonlight in the sky was blocked by clouds, with only sparse light shining on the Arathi Highlands. The group smeared the grass juice they had prepared before, and then dispersed, with Garin, Omar and Varokal in the front row, and the five guards behind, slowly approaching the troll camp with light on the high ground.

In the troll camp, only the largest bonfire in the center of the camp was still burning, occasionally making crackling sounds of burning wood. Most of the trolls had gone into their tents to rest, and the camp was very quiet, with only occasional snoring. Two troll headhunters, carrying spears, stood sentry on either side of the camp.

The dense grass of Arathi Highlands provided them with good cover. Garin crawled forward in the grass and stopped when he was nearly 100 meters away from the camp. According to the plan, it was Omar and Varokal's turn to perform.

On either side of Garin, Omar and Varokal also stopped at about the same distance. Omar took out a crossbow from his waist, gently placed an arrow on the crossbow arm, and slowly wound up the string. After everything was ready, he made a "coo, coo" sound imitating a frog.

On the other side, Varokal had the crossbow ready, aiming at the troll sentry less than a hundred meters ahead of him. When he heard the "coo-coo" signal, he responded with "quack, quack," then counted to three in his mind, pulled the trigger with his finger, and the crossbow shot out with a whoosh.

After hearing the sound of crossbow arrows flying from both sides, two sentinels in the troll camp had a crossbow arrow pierced into their necks. Then, with two thuds, the bodies of the two troll sentinels fell on the grass like rags.

At this time, in a tent in the center of the troll camp, the sleeping troll warrior Atadin suddenly opened his eyes, stood up swiftly, rushed out of the tent, saw that two sentries had fallen down, and immediately shouted: "Enemy attack!!" Then he turned back to the tent, grabbed his axe, and rushed out.

The shrill roar immediately alarmed the trolls who were resting in the tent. Some of them immediately got up, picked up their weapons and rushed out of the tent, while others stuck their heads out of the tent, watched with sleepy eyes as others got up, and only then did they rush out after realizing what was happening.

Garin and his men's purpose was to sneak into the camp, but they didn't expect there was such a vigilant soldier in the camp. Although the purpose was not achieved, they were less than a hundred meters away from the camp. When the troll Atadin shouted that the enemy was attacking, Garin and his men knew that the sneak attack had failed. If they didn't retreat, they could only break through by force.

Garin stood up without hesitation and drew the two-handed sword on his back. He glanced to the sides and saw that Omar and Varokal had also stood up like him, dropped their crossbows and drew their weapons. Then he shouted, "Brothers, follow me and charge."