Despite the ferocity of the Trolls' charge, everywhere one looked, there were fierce and grimacing faces.
But war was not as simple as just rushing forward.
The glinting, ice-cold arrowheads, unmercifully penetrated the bodies of the Trolls.
The massive impact instantly pierced through them, slamming the Trolls into the ground.
Some crossbow arrows, along with the bodies of the Trolls, collided with those behind them.
One arrow went through two, one arrow went through three.
Having been cleansed by the crossbow bolts, the Trolls, having suffered heavy losses, arrived at the moat.
In the half-filled waters of the river, over thirty hulking Swamp Crocodiles stared unblinkingly at the Trolls with their cold, vertical pupils.
Beside the Swamp Crocodiles, thousands of Merfolk were glaring with their big, round eyes.
Bobo and Old Liu, hiding at the bottom of the water, murmured with eager anticipation:
"As long as we can kill 3,000 Trolls, we'll get to enjoy a great evolution."