The armor selection is rather limited.
Although their skeletal structure is not large, their height is comparable to that of a skeletal troll, allowing for the possibility of dawning troll equipment.
However, given their proficiency in melee weaponry, Fongo found himself at a loss for choice.
My lord, since they're proficient in all weapon types, we could equip them with white steel two-handed swords.
Dimmitia suggested after a moment of contemplation.
He was well aware of the weaponry available within their territory.
The infantry wielded green black iron knight swords while the cavalry was armed with green single-edge blades.
Only the white steel two-handed sword and white steel dagger attained blue quality.
Yet the dagger was ills suited for large-scale combat.
Hence Dimmitia's recommendation of the two-handed sword.
Fong Hao nodded, having also considered the white steel two-handed sword, but wishing to hear another's opinion.
Now that Dematia had voiced a suggestion, he felt no need to linger over the decision.
"Very well, let it be the white steel two-handed sword," he affirmed, proceeding to forge armor and the sword to equip the skeletal mantis beings.
The army continued to prepare their equipment well into the night.
Once fully equipped, the colossal wall led nearly 500 troops on a night march towards the blood soaked fortress guarded by haging.
Meanwhile, in the Bloody Mountains, under the unified command of the Rockhead tribe, the Troll Coalition advanced relentlessly to the stronghold of the Bloodthroat tribe, the coalition established a camp on the northern side of the Bloodthroat tribe, engaging in final preparations.
Simple defenses were constructed from logs and stones, while the skulls of enemies were displayed on high sticks adorning the surroundings.
The trolls erected tents and iron barrels blazed with campfires, roasting remnants of creatures.
The trolls gathered around the fire, awaiting their meal while engaging in low murmurss of conversation.
For the trolls, combat was a routine affair, and death held little terror.
In stark contrast, the humans who trail behind the trolls, serving as slaves and reserves, huddled in corners, trembling in fear.
Inside a large tent fashioned from stitched beast hides, the leaders of the troll coalition convened.
After reporting the casualties from their respective tribes, they began to deliberate on their next course of action.
They planned to rest for another day and commence their assault on the Bloodthroat tribe.
The following dawn, securing the stronghold would ensure that even if Kais returned, he would lack the strength to mount a resurgence.
The leader of the Rockhead tribe, Bjate, spoke solemnly.
What is Kais up to? Surely he wouldn't return unexpectedly during our assault.
One troll leader expressed his unease.
Kais, the Bronny champion, was the mightiest of the trolls.
It was their knowledge of his absence from the tribe that emboldened them to attack Bloodthroat.
Otherwise, even with their numbers, they would not have dared to initiate such an offensive.
Haha.
Rest assured, everyone, the last battle posed a significant threat to Kais ventured to the sacred mountain of cows with his offerings.
He is unable to return at this moment, completely unaware of the happenings here.
As long as we adhere to the plan, upon his return, he will find himself powerless.
After a hearty laugh, Bagget remarked, "The sacred mountain of cows.
" Does Kais truly believe in that legend? Huh? Merely the manipulations of some charlatans.
The conflict with the undead not only left us in shambles, but also stirred considerable dissent within his bloodthroat faction.
He embarks on a journey with his offerings.
Only to return claiming to have received some port tent, an all too familiar ruse.
By scoffed, everyone is well aware of such tactics.
In fact, among us, there are those who have ascended to leadership through similar means.
Upon hearing beet's words, the others felt a wave of relief wash over them.
Huh, Chief Bagot speaks true.
These are but trifling tricks of Kais.
Yet he surely never anticipated that we would annihilate his tribe while he was away.
Indeed, even should he return formidable, leading a handful of remnants.
We shall not fear him.
A chorus of troll leaders echoed their agreement.
By bellowed another hearty laugh and continued, "Once we conquer bloodthroat, we shall turn our attention to the undead, breaching that stronghold.
We will emerge from this desolate land where human villages abound and our kin shall no longer fret over hunger.
At Beagot's words, faces around him lit up with longing.
The bloodthroat tribe obstructed the path to freedom.
Yet whisperers spoke of the human villages beyond these mountains where the living conditions were far more favorable.
Chief Bette, our food supplies are critically low.
Are you truly considering sustaining those humans you brought along? and oneeyed troll leader interjected suddenly.
Upon hearing this, the remaining leaders turned their gaze toward Byette.
He understood the implication and replied flatly, "It is merely some reserve food.
Given our shortage, select half of the humans for our feast, while the other half shall serve as our sustenance for tomorrow night.
" Upon hearing Beagot's words, the oneeyed trolls face brightened instantly.
"Excellent, I shall go choose them now.
" With that, he brandished his spike club, flung open the tent flap, and stroed out.
In a corner of the camp stood a dilapitated shelter, cobbled together from debris and tattered animal hides.
Rather than a tent, it resembled a makeshift storage for the camp's refuse.
Inside this cramped enclosure, over a hundred humans were crammed together.
They dawned tattered clothing, their bodies smeared with grime, their faces gaunt.
At the center of the crowd stood a man dressed similarly.
Yet his eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope.
A spirit that had not yet surrendered.
"Is everyone gathered?" Su Yang whispered.
"My lord, all are present," one replied, tightening the entrance of the tent.
Su Yang nodded and retrieved several bundles from the bottom of the clutter.
As he unwrapped them, he declared, "These trolls will devour us sooner or later.
Tonight, we must escape.
" Upon hearing this, the room erupted into a cacophony of voices.
Su Yang had previously mentioned the possibility of fleeing.
Yet, the reality of such an escape seemed daunting.
If caught, they would likely be dismembered and thrown into a pot for stew.
My lord, do you think we can truly get away? Those creatures are watching us closely.
A villager whispered, "Yes, I am prepared.
If we all act together, we can certainly break free.
If we remain, they will feast upon us by morning.
So, we must take the risk," Su Yang replied as he continued to unveil the enormous packages.
Inside lay leather armor, weapons, and several round golden brown baked cakes.
Beside of the golden pastries made the villagers swallow hard.
Their curiosity peaked.
"When had Su Yang procured such an abundance of equipment?" "Everyone, quickly, dawn your gear.
We shall leave this place at once," Su Yang urged.
After a brief moment of hesitation, the villagers sprang into action.
A few stepped forward to distribute the leather armor from bundles.
Soon everyone was clad in their new attire.
Once armed and armored, they sat quietly on the ground, awaiting the cover of night to make their escape through a premeditated exit.
The room was eerily silent, say for the distant chirping of insects outside.
Suddenly, a low growl echoed from outside.
Damn it, where have those humans gone? The sound sent a wave of tension through the gathered villagers.
Sh.
Su Yang swallowed hard and gestured for silence.
Peering through a gap in the tent, he glimpsed a burly Cyclops troll searching the vicinity, dragging a bloodied iron hook along the ground.
The sight of the hook tightened Su Yangs chest.
He recognized it as a tool used by trolls to hang their food.