Kapitel 832: The Great Battle of Mountain Beasts (14)

Yet the trolls refused to retreat. The battle raged on, a brutal dance of attrition. The trolls' primal strength and cunning against the orcs' disciplined, fortress-like formation. The battlefield, now littered with the bodies of the dead and dying, echoed with the roars of combat. Neither side was willing to yield, each move a calculated push to outlast the other.

The battlefield trembled under the relentless assault of the trolls' Pull and Push counterattack. Having successfully baited the orcs into their wagon laager formation, the troll commander, his beady eyes glowing with cunning, unleashed the next phase of his strategy. The feigned retreat had lured the orcs into a fortified but static position, and now it was time to shatter it.