"Ah~ So cool!" Waves of warm currents flowed towards Roland's limbs and torso like streams, and the gentle holy fighting spirit quietly healed Roland's internal injuries.

"Oh~ Being a Paladin is really convenient. This can save a lot of medical expenses, right?" Oli was very excited when he saw Roland's hands glowing white. After all, in the past, when the dwarves got sick, they would just fight on their own. When they got injured, they would just bandage it firmly and then find a few doctors to see them. They didn't get the treatment of being healed by a priest. Roland's current situation was no different from having a priest with him. This made the dwarf who lacked the talent of a spellcaster very excited.

"Fortunately, His Highness is a Paladin, otherwise this expedition would really have to return home." After exchanging a glance with Omsk, Caslo said silently in his heart. Although the commission was extremely generous, compared with the safety of his king, the king was more important. If Roland's injury continued to worsen, Caslo would take him back at all costs to end this expedition. As for being poor, so be it. Things will get better slowly.

"Lord Omsk, something is wrong here..." The ranger who reported back frowned and said in confusion.

"What happened?" Omsk was now very nervous. Roland's injury made him feel extremely guilty, so his nerves were now stretched to the extreme. He had to eliminate even the slightest danger.

"That's right, we always feel that someone or something is following us! It's not just me who feels this way, all of us Rangers of Lordaeron have this feeling around us, but we tried to go out and search, but to no avail..." The eyes of the Rangers of Lordaeron were full of puzzlement and confusion.

"Tsk tsk tsk! It seems these bastards are targeting us!" Kaslo immediately reacted and realized that it must be the troll tribe that was targeting them!

That's right, in addition to their superb projectile ability, the trolls' tracking ability is also superb. They can even stay ten kilometers away from the target and track it for thousands of miles.

"You mean those trolls are going to cause us trouble?" Although Omsk did not have the inherited memory of the dragon knight, he was still knowledgeable and could probably analyze the current situation.

"Well, they should be looking for an opportunity to ambush us on a large scale. What we will face next will not be small-scale harassment. A larger-scale attack will come soon!" Caslo frowned.

"We Lordaeron Rangers aren't strong enough to handle the entire team's perimeter security and defense!" Seeing everyone's attention shift to him, the Lordaeron Ranger captain immediately waved his hand and refused. "You're kidding!" This perimeter security work is already exhausting all the Rangers, not to mention the larger-scale attack they'll have to deal with.

"Yeah! It's true that we are extremely passive now... Our team is too long! And the dwarves rarely have long-range attack capabilities!" Roland glanced at the embarrassed Balin and whispered.

It is well known that dwarves have few archers. How could dwarves, who mainly rely on various crossbows to achieve long-range attacks, move large crossbows here? They have no space storage devices.

"Let's find an opportunity for our people to set up camp in a suitable place and ambush them! These trolls must be beaten hard before they will give up their covetousness towards us!" Omsk's methods are always so simple and crude.

"There's a nice mound not far ahead. It's large enough to deploy our troops. We just need to cut down all the trees on it, and even the building materials for the camp will be ready!" The Lordaeron rangers in charge of reconnaissance certainly knew where there were qualified places nearby.

"The sun is about to set! The trolls might attack at night, we have to speed up!" Balin said worriedly.

"Yes! Speed up! Let's march quickly!" Roland nodded.

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"Bang, bang, bang!" The strong and powerful dwarves waved their muscular arms, and the sharp dwarf battle axes became the best logging tools at this moment. The axe blade with fighting spirit could easily penetrate most of the tree trunk. In just a few strokes, a tree as thick as a person was chopped down to the ground.

"Hurry up, children! We might be attacked after nightfall! I don't want the trolls to get to us so easily! Hurry up! Sons of Durin!" Balin personally took up his battle axe and began to chop. This move clearly inspired the dwarves, who swung their short, thick arms and swung their axes. For some reason, Roland heard the sound of "eighty, eighty, eighty" in his mind...

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"Are you sure? Are the trolls really coming back to attack?" It was obvious that Roland did not have the keen battlefield sense of Kaslo and others, and he still had a lucky mentality.

"Your Highness, another characteristic of trolls is that they hold grudges! They are also a branch of intelligent species! They have their own civilization. If the orcs come to our territory and burn and kill people, will you retaliate?" Omsk shrugged, somewhat helpless about Roland's naivety. The trolls must come to fight, and as for who will be the final winner, it depends on the right time, place and people.

"Okay, now the command is handed over to you. I won't interfere with your decision-making. After all, you are experts in this area!" Roland immediately delegated the military power. Although he may not be a qualified general, he must be a qualified king. On Blue Star, he learned an important skill - don't compare your hobbies with other people's professions, and don't compete with your subordinates for professional jobs!

For details, please refer to the bald principal who had an advantage of 800,000 over 600,000 over me, and you will know how many people can be killed by remote control and amateur level.

"We will definitely live up to your highness's trust!" The two knights pounded their chests and performed a standard knight's salute.

After receiving camping supplies from Roland, facing the envious eyes of the dwarves, the Lagran soldiers quickly built a simple barracks. Military tents were set up one after another, including Roland's tent mixed in. Don't be fooled by the grand tents in TV dramas! In real war, the commander's residence must be low-key. Don't underestimate the wisdom of the ancients: to capture the thief first, capture the leader. Even animals understand the principle! Those tall and luxurious tents are at most a meeting hall. No commander would live in one and become a target!

"Your Highness, we're almost done packing..." The dedicated royal guards lifted Roland and moved him into the tent. Since it was no different from the tents ordinary soldiers lived in, although this tent that could accommodate ten people was not big enough, it was enough for Roland alone.

The soldiers had already laid out a hammock! That's right, a hammock. This was one of Roland's few special privileges. After all, the ground was damp and cold, so the royal guards specially set up two wooden stakes to build a hammock for Roland.

"Your Highness, please go to bed early. You may not be able to sleep well at night. I will bring you food later! By the way, please do not take off your armor. This is not the City of Rapids. Your armor is your last line of defense. Please make good use of it!" The captain of the royal guards bowed.

"Okay, I understand! Thank you for your reminder!" Roland deeply agreed with the words of the royal guard. He did not have the confidence to use his body to compete with the troll's spears in terms of hardness.

...Trolls with colorful totems carved on their bodies twisted and turned in the treetops. Their tall stature did not affect their agility in the dense forest at all! And their target was the base where Roland and his group were stationed!