180 yards ......

150 yards ......

130 yards......

100 yards!

As the bugs hiding beneath the desert on the minimap approached, Tonna finally gave the order to attack.

"Archers! Spearman! Attack! ”

With his command.

Flames streaked across the sky and fell into the distance. Accompanying the flames were polished wooden spears, sharp and heavy.

Poof!

Rockets and spears pierced the dunes, and the bugs hidden below continued to scream.

"Squeak!"

"Woohoo!"

"Ka ......"

However, this wave of attacks did not cause much damage to the bugs.

The bugs have evolved carapaces with incredible defense, and they are separated by thick sand dunes, and some rockets and short spears made of thorns are unlikely to hurt them at all, at most they will only provoke them!

All Tonna wants is to provoke them!

Pemba!

As the angry bugs appeared, a small explosion sounded in the desert, the sound of them burrowing out of the sand, and then rushing towards the trolls in a frenzy.

They gave up their intention of sneaking over and attacked, and prepared to attack directly.

Tonna was not afraid of danger and gave orders to the archers and spearmen:

"Aim for the eyes!"

Trolls of all types are naturally ranged and have an innate talent for bows and spears, which in the game is represented by bow mastery.

With little training, the archers of these sand-blooded tribes usually fight with the beasts of the desert, but in the face of the crazy insects, the attacks of rockets and short spears are very accurate, at least 1/4 of the attacks hit the eyes of some bugs, and the worst hit them.

However, the trolls are too poor and the conditions are too poor. The descendants of the troll empire who were brilliant enough to suppress bugs to the split, after the Great Schism, only the Zandalar tribe still retained the original troll civilization, and the remaining trolls scattered throughout Azeroth have long since lost their original glory.

As a branch of the desert trolls, the Sandblood Trolls are of course also poor and savage and backward. After all, it had been less than a month since Tonna was reborn, and there was no chance or time to arm the trolls.

Although the attacks of archers and spearmen are sharp and accurate, the arrows and short spears that shoot out are even made of thorns, even if they hit the insects, what is the lethality? Unless it hits their vital points and eyes, it will only make the bugs more crazy.

Tonna couldn't help but be helpless.

It's so poor!

Originally, the other trolls except Zandalar were very barbaric and backward, and the desert trolls on the side of Tanaris were even poorer because of environmental problems. Not to mention the powerful magical equipment of Azeroth, the Sandblood Tribe couldn't even handle a metal weapon for each troll warrior.

He glanced behind him.

Except for those full-time warriors who had metal weapons, these archers and spearmen, who could actually fight in close quarters, could only have a spear made from the roots of that kind of rocket thorn in their hands.

To go up and fight the bugs is to die.

Although trolls are not afraid of death, and as long as they are not beheaded and injured vital organs, they can grow back even if they are chopped off and stamped by their terrible resilience.

But fighting bugs just doesn't work.

In wars with other intelligent races, after taking down the next enemy, the enemy soldiers will often find the next enemy to continue the fight. This gives the troll a chance to play dead and recover. However, in the fight with the bugs, if you fall, the bugs will choose to eat you first and then go to the fight.

If you are eaten by bugs, you are really dead, and no matter how good the troll's recovery power is, it is useless!

Under the moonlight, the insects surged out, although there were actually only thousands, but the indomitable momentum still made Tonna feel the power of the sea of insects.

However, he could not retreat.

Behind him is his tribe, his people. He's not a great Virgin, but the trolls trust him so much that they listen to him and come here. He couldn't have abandoned his people, not to mention that in terms of material and reality, he also needed his own base in the dangerous city of Azeroth, and the trolls of the Sandblood tribe were his best base power.

How powerful the Bug Empire was back then, with the blessing of the power of the ancient gods and the support of the Faceless. The Troll Empire hasn't broken them up yet, and the trolls have never been intimidated by the bugs.

It's not like he can't deal with these bugs.

Facing the bloodthirsty rushing bugs, Tonna turned on the system and gave the order: [Consume 50 points of faith to strengthen 500 troll warriors. Consumes 10 Faith to strengthen my weapon, Consumes 20 Faith to strengthen my body]

Meanwhile.

Tonna held aloft his ordinary, heavy longsword, which he had bought from the goblins of Garkison, and shouted in a troll voice:

"Warriors of the Sandblood Clan! Bugs want to eat you, eat your children, eat your mates! The moon god Tiu is above, and the sand-blood tribe will never allow it! Archers and spearmen stand in place! Other Sand-Blood Warriors, for Tonatiu! Come on! ”

Tona's brave voice fell.

Hanging high in the air, Elune sent down two beams of moonlight, one large and one small, and the large moonlight shrouded the bodies of the Troll warriors of the Sandblood tribe who had been quiet, making them feel that the moon god was with them, and that he had become so powerful that none of it could have made them fearful!

"For Tonatiu!"

"For the Sandblood Clan!"

"Kill all the bugs!"

"Rush!"

“……”

The troll warriors charged.

And that little beam of moonlight.

But it shone on Tonna's body, greatly strengthening his physical strength, as well as the weapon in his hand.

He raised his sword and roared, and his body shone with dazzling light, and rushed towards the surging insects.

Anger becomes substance, influence, and materialization, which is what the world gives warriors and other extraordinary forces to fight. Only then will those great warriors be able to fight mages, druids, undead, demons and even Titans.

Tonna is a warrior.

Powerful troll warriors.

The minimum requirement for a warrior to become a professional is anger and the Force shock of Azeroth, which can affect reality and make combat skills and attacks unleash the power of those supernatural forces.

It's not that anyone who picks up a knife can be called a warrior, the kind that is called a soldier at most. A true warrior can turn his own blood and anger into "anger" that can affect reality, this anger is not a certain emotion, they have a powerful lethality, can enhance the damage of weapons, and can use powerful combat skills.

Just like now.

Consumption burns a part of the faith, strengthening his own Tona, who is a formidable warrior in his own right.

Now that it is so strengthened, it is almost like the game has opened a full-level warrior after the bloodthirsty, reckless and heavenly gods descended to the earth, killing the worm pile.

Standing in front of Tonna was a Sentipal xenomorph scorpion, a xenomorph of the alien insects of the Tanaris desert, with terrifying claw spines and sharp mouthparts that could even tear through the defenses of chain mail. Their carapace is hard, and it can even block metal weapons to some extent, except for their fat belly, which is their weak point.

Seeing Tonna rushing towards it, the bug's face actually showed a blood-devouring look, and with a hiss, it also rushed towards Tonna.

Tonna slashed away with his sword in both hands, and with a roar of rage, the greatsword tore through the air, and the embodied anger turned into a sword and attached to the blade.

Heroic strike!

The Sentipal xenomorph scorpion couldn't dodge, so it had to stretch out two stiff and thick forelimbs, and Tona's great sword was already slashing straight down.

The forelimbs that could have blocked the attacks of metal weapons, under the attack of the combat skill [Heroic Strike] continuously strengthened by the power of faith and rage, as if broken into butter by a red-hot knife, Tonna used the 20-pound flame flower to exchange the long sword from the goblins of Garkison, and cut off the insect's forelimbs with extreme sharpness, slicing its carapace, slicing its skull, and then slicing it all the way.

The green blood mist filled the air, and all kinds of insect organs flowed out, and the Sentipal xenomorph scorpion was split in half by him.

Tonna didn't stay, and rushed into the worm again, his great sword dancing, a big spin, and his waist blossomed with his great sword.

The power of anger and faith flickered into a brilliant sword light, like a round silver whirlwind.

[Whirlwind Slash]!

Tona paused, his broadsword in both hands, held aloft.

Several insects around them stood motionless, and suddenly their abdomen continued to spray green blood.

Eventually, their bodies were cut open laterally, and then blood and insect organs flowed out.

The troll warriors who rushed not far away saw this scene, their fanatical faith and will to fight filled their hearts, they raised their rudimentary metal weapons, and a hoarse and terrifying but shocking roar resounded in the sky above the Thanaris Desert:

"For Tonatiu!"

"For the Aztecs!"