章 833: The Great Battle of Mountain Beasts (15)

From within the laager, the orc spearmen—armed with long, wickedly sharp spears—stepped forward into the gaps between the shields. With practiced precision, they thrust their spears out in quick, lethal jabs, each strike aimed at the trolls' vulnerable spots. The spears shot out like serpents from their defensive coil, aimed at exposed flesh, eyes, necks, and the soft underarms of the towering trolls.

Trolls howled in agony as the spears found their marks. The thick hide that normally protected them was pierced, and black blood spilled onto the battlefield. Some trolls, wounded and enraged, swung wildly at the shield wall, but the orcs held firm. Each time a troll brought its massive weapon down on the shields, an orc spear shot out in return, stabbing deep into their bodies.