Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 174 Bloodbath at Lonely Mountain

If the charging trolls were like arrows shot at the Canaanite squad, then their leader, the two-headed troll Zul'jin, was the unstoppable arrowhead.

If we compare the defensive formation of the chess pieces to an iron shield facing the enemy, then Tiny is the spike at the center of that shield.

Point to point!
Stone Fist swung, punching Zulkin in the face, breaking several fangs and drawing blood from his nose, which splattered on his fist like a child's clumsy scribbles.

The spear thrust forward, and with the troll leader's immense strength, it carved a hole in the small stone body. However, the spearhead got stuck inside, and the troll's head was buzzing from the punch it had taken, as if a hundred bees were dancing around its head. For a moment, it couldn't pull the spear out.

The little one, not one to give up easily, reached out to grab the other and give it a ride on a dirt plane, but unfortunately, trolls are an extremely tenacious species, especially their leader.

Despite the devastating blow that would have caused a severe concussion, or even decapitation, to an ordinary person, Zulkin, who possessed another head, maintained his conscious mind and fighting instincts.

Having dodged the grab, it frantically swung its sharp claws, parrying the blows from the hateful stone golem opposite it.

Anyway, Zul'jin doesn't necessarily need to use weapons. This set of Xia Ji Eight Maidens, combined with his own strength, was enough to barely block the small attack, making it difficult for him to succeed for a while.

While feeling somewhat frustrated at being at a disadvantage, the troll leader turned its hopeful gaze to its subordinates. It could accept that it had encountered such a formidable opponent, but there was only one stone giant, and surely the other ordinary humans were no match for the troll race?
The trolls initially thought so too. The big guy who looked like a formidable opponent was being held back by the leader, and the remaining enemies didn't look much different from the ordinary humans from a few days ago.

So they all rushed forward with the same eagerness as older single men vying to enter the bridal chamber, ready to treat themselves to a special meal just like a few days ago.

The result was disappointing, of course. The humanoid creatures in front of him were inferior to him in both physique and strength, not to mention in number, but they were just tough, tough enough to hurt his teeth.

How can it not be hard?

With the synergy of four orcs and six warriors, Axe and Tusk have seen a significant increase in both physical durability and defensive armor.

Orc Synergy - Strong Body: When there are four different Orc pieces on the field, all pieces gain 500 durability points (level 1 pieces have approximately 500-700 durability).

Warrior Synergy - Giant Shield: When there are six different Warrior units on the field, all Warrior units receive a significant armor boost, equivalent to a full plate armor set.

The trolls, charging forward, gained the upper hand and surged forward like a green torrent.

The chess pieces were scratched with shallow marks by the claws, but with the armor, the troll's usually sharp claws could hardly leave any deep marks, let alone cause any destructive damage to the construct chess pieces.

Despite being captured and wounded, and despite being repelled time and again, the soldiers who held their ground were like dormant reefs, which could be submerged but could not be broken. No matter how you attacked, they remained unmoved.

Unfortunately, these trolls were all illiterate, their skill level was appalling; otherwise, they would surely have been able to recite Guan Hanqing's famous saying: "Unbreakable, indestructible, unyielding, and unexplosive, a copper pea that rings with a clang." The trolls who chose to attack the flanks didn't fare well either. The two-star Beast King and Blood Demon were both level four summons. In terms of size and defense, they were indeed inferior to the little one at hand, but their swift attacks and destructive power were even greater.

The Beast King's twin axes and the Blood Demon's two curved blades sliced ​​through the trolls' flesh with almost as little effort as chopping wood, and the trolls' supposedly invincible strength was utterly insignificant in their presence.

The two dwarven shield bearers, Kegan and Bard, along with Münster, Rick, and Morty, formed the second line of defense, responsible for filling gaps and providing support.

If the defense line is breached, the two tin cans will take over, and if any trolls attempt to bypass the warrior pieces and charge into the rear, the three big guys will run over and intercept them.

The ranged attack force, consisting of Beastmaster's Warhawk, Mirana, and Drow Ranger, plus Lawrence who can launch sneak attacks, was able to unleash its full firepower in this output environment.

Within minutes of the battle beginning, four or five trolls had already collapsed to the ground from the onslaught, and before they could recover, the three burly men who had picked up the pieces were sent to the underworld by wielding incendiary weapons.

Coincidentally, the trolls, whose attack had been thwarted, immediately thought of their own leader when they realized they couldn't break through these tough opponents. However, to their astonishment, their leader seemed to be in dire straits as well.

Zul'jin's situation was quite precarious at this point. Although the two-headed troll, who could rival the hill giant, was not much weaker than the opponent in terms of strength, its innate stamina and regenerative abilities gave it enough confidence to fight this perpetual motion machine-like stone golem to the very end.

However, a flesh and blood body is still a flesh and blood body. Although it may have a better ability to recover, it is ultimately weaker than the stone body of its opponent in the face of a life-or-death struggle with no room to breathe.

With the same warrior and orc bond, Little Hun didn't care about the shards of stone that the troll had scratched off. After several heavy punches that made his opponent's arm bones numb and his movements distorted, he seized the opportunity and forcibly twisted his opponent's arm. After the grab, he delivered a pleasant throw.

With the combined effect of his immense strength and his throwing ability, Zul'jin's already high-ranking position as leader was elevated to an unprecedented level. How much higher? Probably more than ten stories high.

The two-headed troll, having become an aerial acrobat, perhaps due to its two large heads, had its center of gravity on its forehead. After a series of wild movements, it landed headfirst among its minions, creating a spectacular center-of-the-line explosion within its own ranks.

The throw landed precisely in the area where the trolls were most concentrated. As Zul'jin landed, accompanied by the cracking sound of his neck breaking, a powerful shockwave spread out, sweeping across the entire attack line.

More than a dozen trolls were immediately thrown to the ground, their minds reeling from the violent shock, and they were unable to get up for a while.

This caused the trolls' entire offensive to pause, and their dense charging formation collapsed. Meanwhile, the berserker trio of Münster, Rick, and Morty, who had been providing support and coordination, finally found an opportunity to strike.

Three roars unleashed the fury and bloodlust of the three, causing them to unleash their full power. The bloodthirsty killing machines were eager to reap lives, and those lying on the ground seemed to be fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)