Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 96: Clay Golems, Attack!

 

Under normal circumstances, the development of the battle would indeed change as the adventurers had said.

 

Even though the trolls barely cooperated, their fighting style was more like gang fights.

 

But their astonishing strength and healing talent allowed them to become sticky foes on the battlefield, holding out for a long time.

 

In terms of attrition warfare, the soldiers would naturally be at a disadvantage!

 

Matthew also saw this, watching the last batch of elderly and weak trolls charge forward.

 

"This should be the last strength of this troll tribe..."

 

Matthew turned his head and made a gesture to Yaya not far away, who lightly leaped onto the top of the carriage and raised her head.

 

"Roar...!"

 

A terrifying aura instantly spread out.

 

The trolls, who had just been pushed back by the soldiers, suddenly felt waves of panic in their hearts.

 

Many trolls trembled in fear, some even turned around and fled.

 

Even the troll soldiers felt a flicker of fear in their hearts, and their attacks became noticeably weaker.

 

It was as if they had encountered a natural enemy, the fear from their bloodline made them unable to resist.

 

Dragon's Might!

 

A dragon!

 

The hidden shadow hunter immediately noticed Yaya's beautiful and perfect body, a trace of excitement and cruelty flashed in its blood-red eyes.

 

"This is the best offering for my god!"

 

"So the god's will was referring to a dragon?"

 

"Since you've revealed yourself, don't think of escaping... Wait, what's that?"

 

Before the shadow hunter could gather strength to attack, the troll warriors he had pinned his hopes on couldn't even get close to the carriage where Matthew stood, let alone cause trouble for Yaya on top of it.

 

They were caught by figures emerging from the ground!

 

The shadow hunter immediately saw that these figures were not human.

 

With tall, strong bodies, two sizes larger than adult trolls, and dark brown clay bodies, their identities were clear—clay golems!

 

The first few clay golems that appeared were special individuals Matthew had spent 1,000 experience points on using his Animate ability.

 

They had 18 points of strength and far exceeded the trolls in weight.

 

Dealing with the few trolls that had walked right into the trap was easy; they captured them effortlessly!

 

What shocked the shadow hunter the most was that from the carriages, more large clay golems began to emerge.

 

Ten!

 

Twenty!

 

......

 

Fifty!

 

A total of fifty clay golems crawled out from the carriages, their heavy steps reverberating, their glowing yellow eyes shining, charging toward the trolls outside.

 

As they marched forward, they chanted in unison:

 

"Protect the territory, protect the homeland!"

 

The clay golems, attack!

 

The unprepared trolls were instantly dumbfounded.

 

It wasn't until the charging clay golems crashed into them, swinging their massive fists, breaking their bones and tearing their muscles, that they howled in response.

 

The pained trolls quickly counterattacked, but they only managed to make small dents in the clay golems, shattering a few pieces of clay.

 

The clay golems, however, used their immense strength to perform grapples and heavy blows, controlling or pushing back the trolls.

 

The shocked soldiers looked at the towering figures of the clay golems, while Angela's sharp command echoed in their ears:

 

"Coordinate with the clay golems, prioritize killing the wounded trolls!"

 

With the clay golems taking the front, the soldiers' defensive pressure instantly lessened, and their morale surged.

 

Seeing the trolls fall into a disadvantage, anger rose from their hearts, and they became even bolder!

 

"Kill them!!"

 

The excited Beelzebub suddenly decapitated a troll that had been grappled by a clay golem, remembering Old John's words during their casual chat:

 

"Serving under the lord has an additional benefit—during battle, you get extra rewards."

 

"The more enemies you kill, the greater your contribution, and the more advantage you have when distributing loot."

 

"For these trolls, killing just one is worth at least 5 contribution points..."

 

Beelzebub had a simple and straightforward understanding of the value of contribution points.

 

One contribution point could be exchanged for at least 1 gold coin, or 2,000 pounds of food, enough to feed the entire tribe for a day!

 

Having been hungry for so long, Beelzebub's desire for food and contribution points was immense.

 

This drove Beelzebub to charge forward with all his might, leading the charge!

 

The other barbarian soldiers clearly had the same thought, coordinating with the clay golems, they charged forward with roars.

 

The disorganized trolls' formation immediately fell into chaos.

 

The troll soldiers at the front were pushed back.

 

The trolls rushing from the rear collided with them.

 

The space for maneuvering and exerting strength was completely compressed, and they could no longer pose any threat to the soldiers.

 

The soldiers were overjoyed and, under Angela's command, reformed into orderly phalanxes.

 

Coordinating with their spears, which constantly thrust forward, they became like a mouth full of sharp teeth, tearing into the troll ranks bite by bite.

 

The clay golems and barbarian soldiers slashed deep wounds into the trolls' bodies like large blades.

 

The neatly arranged phalanxes of soldiers turned into an unstoppable iron fist, crushing the wounded trolls into pieces!

 

Sharp spears were thrust uniformly into the trolls' abdomens.

 

The trolls howled as they tried to fight back, but they could no longer shake the soldiers' shield wall.

 

The first wave of trolls fell, bathed in blood, and panic began to spread among the troll ranks.

 

The advancing soldiers had already formed an invincible whole.

 

With every step they took forward, they brought tremendous pressure and inflicted heavy damage on the trolls.

 

The trolls collapsed!

 

The troll soldiers at the front could no longer withstand the terrible pressure and retreated in panic.

 

The ordinary trolls lost their minds, and as Yaya let out another enraged roar, they turned and fled in a panic!

 

The excited barbarian soldiers took the opportunity to slaughter them—they were too used to winning this kind of battle.

 

Each of them became seasoned hunters!

 

They were in no hurry to kill the remaining trolls, only slashing deep wounds into their legs, causing them to let out miserable wails.

 

The screams of their companions made the trolls even more reluctant to muster the courage to resist, fueling their desire to escape.

 

In order to flee the battlefield, the trolls discarded their heavy weapons, and if anyone dared block their way, they attacked without hesitation.

 

This panic quickly spread, eventually turning into a total rout of the trolls.

 

The shadow hunter, pushed back by the retreating soldiers, had no idea what had happened.

 

All it knew was that once those towering clay golems entered the battlefield, the front-line troll soldiers collapsed.

 

The shadow hunter was familiar with such scenes!

 

It knew that even if it stepped forward now,

 

shouting to rally the troops, and reorganizing the defensive line,

 

it would not be able to change this deteriorating situation, and the enemy would never give it that time!

 

Bitter fear rose in its heart, and its mind was filled with endless prayers:

 

"Great god, we clearly followed your instructions, why did we fail?"

 

If Matthew knew the shadow hunter's thoughts, he would certainly have laughed mercilessly:

 

"Your god just talks, while I spend real gold coins!"

 

"Each clay golem is worth 500 gold coins, and I have 55 of them here. Dropping tens of thousands of gold coins on you, let's see if you survive!"