Sorcery Monarch Part 2

Chapter 249: Marching by Night, Resting by Day

Matthew immediately understood the current state of these trolls.

Their entire system.

It was entirely reliant on brainwashing by the evil gods, creating a society oppressed by sheer force!

Calling it a society might even be flattering to these trolls; the term 'tribe' fits better.

At the top were the troll priests, exploiting the trolls using the crudest methods.

They never even considered that the more trolls they had,

the more hands and combat power they could control, and the more sacrifices they could offer to the evil gods.

Of course, their minds had already been completely "destroyed," so it's not surprising they lacked such thoughts.

This is why, despite the trolls being individually powerful, their combined combat strength was remarkably weak.

They were good in easy fights, but when faced with tough battles, even when driven by fear, they were just beasts who knew how to wield weapons.

Matthew considered that other factions in this world weren't much better than these trolls, feeling deeply fortunate:

"Luckily, they're all so messed up, each more corrupt than the last, giving me a chance!"

As Matthew reflected, the trolls, who had a noisy lunch, quickly set off again.

They ran forward at full speed, not sparing their energy at all.

At this pace, they would cover three days' distance in two days, reaching the northern side of the Silvermoon River!

Matthew patiently refrained from taking action.

He would not engage these trolls directly until the troll priest made a move.

The sun set, casting a blood-red glow.

The stifling heat of the Dark Forest vanished, leaving behind the coolness of night.

Another day of marching passed.

As the trolls, who had spent two to three times their usual effort just to eat a little food, were about to rest,

they were stunned by the order to continue marching.

They never expected that the priest would demand a night march.

Seeing the rising crimson moon, every troll couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Unfortunately, they couldn't resist the troll priest's command and could only grit their teeth and push forward.

Watching the trolls below, each wearing cloaks and marching forward, Yaya straightforwardly asked:

"Huh? Aren't they resting? Are they planning to keep going?"

Signaling Yaya to fly higher and move to the front of the troll ranks, Matthew explained as they headed to the designated location:

"They won't march continuously. Even trolls, let alone ogres, can't handle that."

"They're likely planning to march at night and sleep during the day, trying to avoid our advantage of night raids."

"After all, under the crimson moon, resting at night and engaging in large-scale battles is extremely foolish."

"Daytime is different; they can mobilize enough troops to chase and hunt down any harassing soldiers."

"These trolls aren't all fools!"