The gates of Zuaman.

"There don't seem to be any troll guards on the walls today...... What the hell is going on? Did these guys give up their resistance?"

Prince Danas pressed the hilts of his sword in both hands at his waist and asked with a frown—he had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

"Maybe it's a shrinking force, if those animal gods really escape, then no matter how tall the walls of this city are, the trolls have no hope of holding on. ”

Arthas replied.

"But this city is the last sacred place for trolls, and if it's not here, where else can they go?"

Aurelia Windranger approached Arthas and asked, confused.

"As soon as we invade the city, all questions can be answered. ”

Arthas felt a little embarrassed to see Aurelia, but since the woman didn't say anything, Arthas didn't want to be too obvious, and just replied seriously.

Frost Sorrow came to the gates of Zuaman, raised her slender jaws, and looked up at the tall gates.

The wooden gates were covered with pieces of iron, the tips of countless huge spikes gleamed dangerously, and the city was ablaze with flames from the breath of the Red Dragon Queen.

"Hey!"

Frost's mournful mouth let out a clear click, and his delicate palm swung forward, striking hard against the tall gate of Zuaman.

According to common sense, Frostsorrow's petite body could not contain great power, but Frostsorrow was not mortal after all, and such rules could not restrain her.

Although it was only the small palm of Frostmourn's hand, the actual effect was like a rushing cart made of a huge tree trunk, or a boulder-like ram, and the gates of Zuaman were slammed and creaked.

Soon, a crack spread across the door panel of Zuaman's gate, centered on the spot of Frostmourn's palm.1 Soon, countless crack-like lines appeared on the gate, and in the next second, it shattered like fragile glass.

Seeing this from afar, Muradin's copperbeard couldn't help but grow his mouth.

"Lady Frost...... Isn't he a mage? Why do you have such a strong body? Or ...... Mages also have spells that make the body stronger?"

Muradin's Copperbeard expressed his emotion as he whispered to Gianna, the only mage in the group.

"I ...... There should be no such spells...... Even if there were, it would not be possible to achieve such an effect......"

Gianna's head hurt when she thought about it, and she didn't remember that her teacher had ever mentioned such a spell, so she shook her head and replied hesitantly.

"I'm a little more curious than that...... Arthas, if Lady Frost's body is so strong...... That day in the hostel, the two of you ...... Thank you for surviving!"

With a wicked smile on his face, Varian Ureon gently patted Arthas on the shoulder.

"Don't talk nonsense......"

Arthas glared at Varian Ureon, he noticed that this guy was becoming less and less of a king, and it seemed that his life as king of Stormwind City was really easy.

"Master~"

Frostmourn trotted from the gates of Zuaman to Arthas, and threw herself into his arms, nestled in his chest as if no one was around.

"Master, Xiaoshuang is much more useful than that big stupid dragon!"

Frost said sadly, not forgetting to turn back and point to the city of Zuaman, where the portal had been opened.

"Hmm!"

Arthas patted Frost Sorrow on the back, but his mind was completely on his little magic sword.

It's so weird, everything is so weird.

- Arthas thought.

For the trolls, this is undoubtedly a great crisis for the birth of this race, and if this powerful crusade of humans, dwarves, and high elves cannot be defeated, the Amani Empire will be completely wiped out from history.

Arthas didn't believe the trolls would give up their resistance, and he was wary of the so-called messenger from the mysterious Zandalar tribe.

But now, everything is going very well, the four gods are gone, and the gates of the city of Zuaman are open...... It's like an empty city.

The wide open gates and the dead silence in the city of Zuaman brought back not very good memories of Alsace, who remembered everything that had happened in Stratholme.

No, no matter what, whether these trolls escaped or had another conspiracy, the war couldn't end there.

- Arthas shook his head, shooing away his memories, then tightened his arms around Frost Sorrow's slender, soft waist.

This chance to start over is brought to him by Frost Sorrow, Arthas is determined to never fail Frost Sorrow's painstaking efforts, and he must bring all the changes he can to Lordaeron, to the Alliance, and to the entire world of Azeroth, for the better.

Until the human cavalry ran over the gates of Zuaman like a rolling torrent, the commanders, led by Arthas, did not understand where the trolls had gone.

However, it was only when these human cavalry made their way into the city of Zuaman that they came to the huge altars of the mountains, that the trolls showed their sights.

As if suddenly given an order, countless green-skinned forest troll warriors rushed down from the temple and altar, their long, thick thighs easily stepping over the centuries-old stone steps, and unleashing fierce attacks on the human cavalry, as well as the dwarven warriors and High Elf rangers who followed them.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

Uther led the Knights of the Silver Hand to the forefront, and he was the first to react to the troll's surprise attack by drawing his two-handed sword, bathing himself in holy light, urging his horse to rush towards the troll's army.

“￥&￥&！”

The trolls shouted in a language Uther didn't understand, and rushed in front of his horse's hooves.

The paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand reacted quickly, brandishing their weapons and urging their mounts to charge at the trolls' army in rows.

Dwarves weave through the gaps in their horses, their horned helmets on their heads, their heavy plate armor, and their wielding huge hammers and battle axes that can easily tear their foes to shreds.

Although not known for hand-to-hand combat, the High Elf rangers have become accustomed to working with these allies, hiding behind human cavalry and dwarven warriors, relying on their mastery of archery to support them.

There weren't many trolls, and they were all very familiar with the terrain, but the combined forces of humans, dwarves, and High Elves were not left behind in the battle, and despite the end of a major battle last night, they were in high spirits.

Of course, the presence of the Red Dragon Queen has also suffered a lot for these trolls, and the excited Lifebinder roams the skies above the city of Zuaman, occasionally swooping down and burning down an altar with his searing breath, or grabbing a few trolls with his huge claws and throwing them into the sky.

"These guys really didn't give up resistance!"

Muradin Copperbeard said loudly from an altar that had been captured by the coalition forces.

Because of the wide field of view, after receiving information that the attack was blocked, Arthas set up this place as his temporary command post.

"Because you know that the city walls will become the main target of the Queen's attack, you have abandoned the flashy city walls and instead relied on these temples and altars to engage us in street battles?"

Arthas groaned, contemplating his next move.

"But I have to admit that this strategy is still useful, so that it will be difficult for Her Excellency to exert her power...... We will have to pay more casualties to be able to wipe out these trolls once and for all. ”

Prince Danas said worriedly.

"Damn, these trolls have no way out, as long as they show a little timidity, we?