"How are the casualties?"

Alexander pulled out the long sword stuck on the corpse of the hobgoblin warlord and asked.

"The injuries are all superficial injuries, nothing serious."

This kind of battle is simply a warm-up for a professional like Tiger who has almost reached the pinnacle of transcendence.

It is not easy to deal with these poorly equipped hobgoblins.

"These hobgoblins are too weak."

Hope walked up to Alexander with a puzzled look on his face.

Facing these well-trained hobgoblins, whether in terms of physique or discipline, given the same strength, the lycanthropes and northern barbarians can only have a slight advantage, and cannot meet the standard of crushing them at all.

The final result of this battle was that Alexander led these soldiers to defeat six times his number of enemies, and except for one unlucky God's Chosen One, he suffered almost no casualties.

This is simply a small miracle, no wonder Hope was a little surprised.

"You are wrong. These hobgoblins are quite troublesome for ordinary adventurers. But for us, they are just a minor trouble."

Alexander pointed at himself and then at the big sword with blood stains on Hope's body.

"The strength of these hobgoblins is only as high as that of adventurers who have just stepped into the high-level. And our soldiers, even if we include the Chosen Ones, their average strength is at the top of high-level professionals.

What’s more, there are extraordinary professionals like you and me and legendary strong men like the high priest.”

"As for weapons and equipment, there is no need for me to say more."

The weapons and equipment produced by the dwarf craftsmen of the Emerald Territory are rare and exquisite even in human society. For these unlucky hobgoblins, they are even more magical weapons that they have never heard of.

The vast disparity in equipment between the two warring parties, as well as the asymmetry in individual strength, directly resulted in such a huge disparity in battle damage ratios.

Sure enough, money is what we fight in wars.

Alexander looked at the hobgoblin corpses everywhere and sighed.

Whether it is weapons and equipment or soldier training, neither requires investing a lot of money.

"Boss, shall we continue?"

Ryan smiled and approached Alexander and others who were talking, licking his face and asked.

Just now, under the leadership of the aboriginals, it was really fun to grind monsters and gain experience.

Is he able to kill monsters until his hands become weak?

The experience gauge has even increased by a small amount. Before, he would have needed at least fifteen or six days in a row before he could do it.

Alexander has long been accustomed to the strange names players have given him.

He shook his head and gave the order to withdraw his troops.

Alexander had his own considerations.

Sprinting four or five times in a row, such a violent outburst was a bit too much for even the Northland war horse that Alexander asked Suso to spend a lot of money to buy from Nagsh City.

These war horses were unable to charge again in a short period of time, and lost the advantages of speed and maneuverability. The cavalry was no different from heavy infantry.

Moreover, neither the abyss gnolls nor the frost giants are comparable in strength to the hobgoblins.

If the attack continues, some soldiers will definitely be left behind.

This is what Alexander doesn't want to see.

The number of elite soldiers in the Emerald Territory is limited, and they cannot be wasted here in vain.

They have a battlefield that is more suitable for them.

…………

"Idiot, idiot, stupid x!"

On the hillside in the distance, watching the hobgoblin warlord who volunteered and his servants suffer a complete defeat, Wolfe's anger reached its peak.

Nearly one-third of the servant army was destroyed by that stupid guy!

Although he didn't feel bad about the death of these servants, they did not die on a more valuable battlefield, which made Wolff very annoyed.

"Otar, you, take five hundred jackals and two thousand servants, go and kill those annoying cavalry for me!"

Wolfe said to an Abyss Gnoll beside him.

"The rest of you, collect all the corpses on the battlefield and use them as food reserves!"

For gnolls, food is their most important concern.

But once they are extremely hungry, these ferocious guys will eat all the creatures in front of them.

Yeenoghu, the King of Gnolls, bestows his savage, cruel and crazy bloodlust on all creatures that believe in him, thus making these believers an extension of his own consciousness.

"The King's hunger is what matters. It's bigger than me, it's bigger than all of us. It's the mark of the King. The King creates us. The King drives us. The King devours what we devour. The King kills

We kill. If we devour much, the king will come. If we kill much, the king will come. We kill, and the king will devour. We will become kings, and the kings will become us. We will no longer be alone,

No more fear, no more hunger.”

——From the diary of a Yenogu believer.

"Understood, General!"

The Abyss Gnoll Otar, who was blind in one eye and covered in wounds, howled in response to the Gnoll General's orders.

…………

"Lord, those jackals are rushing towards us!"

After hearing the scout's report, Alexander decisively ordered: "Everyone, retreat, retreat to the other side of the river, and stop these guys there!"

After learning the news that the opponent was accelerating his "escape", the blind Abyss Gnoll Otar let out a harsh laugh.

"Haha, those cowards, are you afraid of the king's power? If you catch them, catch them all, I will tear them apart!"

"The gnolls love the enemy whose back is exposed to the king's gaze!"

The two teams chased and fled, and soon arrived at the river. Alexander's cavalry team crossed the simple wooden bridge erected on the river first, and quickly demolished it after crossing the river.

"Human beings and mere river water cannot stop the king's warriors!"

"Cross the river, cross the river for me!"

Otar let out an angry roar.

After a period of chaos, a kobold and hobgoblin rushed toward the river carrying a raft. Some hobgoblins even held crudely made wooden shields in their hands.

Accompanied by the howls of the gnolls who were supervising the battle team, the kobolds and hobgoblins rushed to the river one after another, then threw the newly made rafts into the water, and then rushed up in groups of five or six.

The channel of the river underwent emergency repairs and widening a few days ago, and now the width of the channel in this area reaches about 100 meters.

If this distance were placed on the ground, the kobolds and hobgoblins could cross it in a few breaths. Now that they were on the river, their speed would naturally drop by a few points, but the time they could buy for Alexander and others was not too much.

Although there is not much time, it is enough.

On the other side of the river, the dark elves and backlight rangers holding longbows were already ready to go.

"Then it's up to you."

"Don't worry, Lord Lord, the drow's archery skills will not let you down."

Perun, the martial arts commander who is the leader of the drow team, said confidently.

When it comes to bows and arrows, no race dares to say that they know bows and arrows better than elves!

"Lord, we will do our best!"

Sean on the side said the same thing.

Strike halfway across!

When the Jackal's servants arrived in the middle of the river, Alexander waved his hand and gave the order coldly.

"Fire the arrow!"

Following Alexander's order, the drow and backlighters, who had been preparing for a long time, released their fingers on the bowstring.

A shower of arrows, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound, drew a perfect parabola in the air and shot toward the servants in the middle of the river!

"Gnolls, fight back with bows and arrows! Let the slaves rush over quickly!"

Otar gave the order decisively.

Facing the obstruction of the opponent's bows and arrows, in his opinion, as long as he rushes over and rushes to the other side of the river, these weak archers will become helpless lambs and be slaughtered.

Although they are not good at using bows, almost every gnoll has a bow picked up from the victims they killed in the past.

They use bows and arrows for long-range attacks not to weaken their targets by creating barrages, but to prevent their favorite prey from escaping.

Under Otar's order, all the gnolls took off a short bow from their backs and shot towards the other side of the river.

However, their shooting was not accurate, and most of the arrows they shot fell into the water crookedly, and even hit the slaves who were crossing the river in the rain of arrows.

"Stupid jackals, this is not how you play with bows and arrows!"

Perun's dark face was full of vicious sarcasm.
To be continued...