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"No force is Zandalara's match, not even a dragon. ”

The Warlord, who had proposed the plan, added.

"That's right, that's right!"

"Dragons are nothing more than winged reptiles in front of the Sages of Zandalara!"

……

This time, his opinion was echoed by most of the Troll War Lords.

If there is any force in this world that can resist the dragons head-on, it is only the Sage of Zandalara, who has retained most of the glorious civilization of the Troll Empire of the Ancient Era.

In the oldest days, dragons were nothing more than flying tools for trolls.

"Great Zujin, please take my advice and order the shrinking of our forces, just concentrate all our forces on Zuaman, and send small forces to constantly harass the human armies, and we can hold them back until Zandalara's reinforcements arrive. ”

The Warlord said to Zujin sincerely.

"Your suggestion is very good. ”

Zu Jin nodded and said.

"But I don't like the way you speak, and I don't like to hear you mention the name Zandalara. ”

Just when the War Lord was rejoicing at Zujin's words, he heard His Majesty the Emperor sit on his throne and say this.

"What?"

The Warlord was a little unconvinced of his ears.

"Cut off this guy's head and throw it under the altar. ”

Zukin commanded his guards.

"What? no, great Zujin, please listen to me, I ......"

With a panicked look on his face, the Warlord threw himself on his knees in front of Zujin, eager to explain something, but was held down from behind by several strong troll warriors.

A sharp dagger slowly but surely slashed across the war lord's neck, and crimson blood gurgled from the neat incision and poured onto the massive cyan stone brick in front of Zujin.

"Ho ho ...... Ho ho ......"

The troll war lord desperately tried to plug the wound in his throat with both hands, but of course it was useless, and his body collapsed limply in front of Zujin, his gradually dilated pupils fixed with fear and incomprehension.

A troll warrior kicked the corpse on the ground hard, kicking it towards the edge of the altar, and the smooth bluestone barely hindered the corpse's rolling, and it slid smoothly out of the altar, falling heavily to the ground.

All the War Lords closed their mouths tightly, and they lowered their heads, not daring to observe the expression on the face of their Emperor Majesty.

Even the other trolls who were friendly with the Warlord were not upset by his death—not that they didn't want to, but they didn't dare.

Zujin's dominance among the trolls was absolute, and no one dared to question it.

"So, great Zujin, we are waging a decisive battle against humanity?"

Malagos stood to witness this, and while all the War Lords were silent, the witch doctor whispered about their future plans.

"No, according to what this guy said, we're going to shrink our forces and call everyone back to Zuaman, while you send someone to Zandalar for help and tell them what's going on here. ”

Zukin said to Malagos.

"Yes, great Zujin, but ......"

After all, he was the most trusted witch doctor recently, and after hesitating for a moment, Malagos glanced at the bottom of the bottomless altar, and then asked suspiciously.

Because Zujin had killed the Troll War Lord, Malagoth didn't think he was going to do what the guy suggested.

Now it seems that since this is the result...... So did this war lord die a little unjustly?

- Malagos thought.

"That guy, you say? Oh...... Didn't I say it, I think he was right, but I don't like the way he speaks. So I killed him, but took his advice. Any questions?"

Zu Jin said confidently.

"I didn't ...... This is your jungle, you have the final say. ”

Malagos shook his head and hung his head respectfully - unless he was insane, he would never contradict Zugin's words at this time.

Malagos had lived for a long time, but not long enough for him to try with his life how high this altar was.

"Then what are you still doing here?Do you think the gate of Zuaman will remain open forever?Hurry up and gather your men, the slowest pigs will be locked out of the gate of Zuaman!"

Zujin banged the armrest of his throne and roared at the War Lords.

"Damn, what the hell are these trolls trying to do?"

In the camp of Arthas, Muradine Copperbeard complained loudly.

No one responded to the words of the dwarven king of the hills, for all the people in the camp were thinking about it.

Another day was over, and the night in the primeval forest always came earlier, and the coalition forces set up camp in the woods early.

Unlike before, everyone in the camp was in a heavy mood, because it was another day of nothing.

Of course, it wasn't really nothing, the coalition forces did destroy three troll cities, but ......

To everyone's surprise, there were no trolls in these troll cities, they were all empty.

Although the Red Dragon Queen's breath had burned almost everything, Arthas and the others had deduced from subtle traces that the trolls had left long before they arrived.

The sights of the various animal-form gods in the Troll City lying strewn in the troll temples, and the remnants of the dwellings, are sure to have left in a hurry, but also completely.

Not only today, but the coalition army has been in such a situation for three consecutive days, so Arthas convened a military meeting in the evening, and called all the leading figures of the coalition army to his tent to discuss countermeasures.

If it were just one or two troll cities, Arthas wouldn't have taken it so seriously, but with eight troll cities in a row empty in three days, no one would be naïve enough to think that it was just a coincidence.

"The trolls should be aware that they can't fight us in such a situation, will they start to run away?"

Prince Danas guessed.

"If it's just an escape, the organization shouldn't be so strong...... And there's always going to be some trolls left behind, right? But we didn't find it at all. ”

Uther said, shaking her head.

"My companions and I investigated the traces of the trolls after they left...... I guess the direction in which they are moving is certain, which is deeper into the jungle. ”

Aurelia Windranger spoke.

"That's right, whether it's running away or whatever, the trolls should only be fleeing to the deepest part of the jungle, and damn it, if it weren't for this jungle, these trolls would have been killed by now. ”

Varian Ureon exclaimed.

"Deep in the jungle, where is it ...... Where is Zuaman?"

When Arthas heard Varian Urion say this, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"That's right, Arthas, you mean ......"

Aurelia took out a map of the Wraith Jungle and looked at it for sure.

"Perhaps...... The trolls have realized that they can't rely on the scattered city to fight us, so they intend to concentrate their forces in Zuaman for a last-ditch stand?"

Alsace spoke his mind.

"This ...... Aren't they worried that Zuaman will also be burned by Her Excellency the Queen?"

Alexandros Mograini asked hesitantly.

"Zuaman is the mecca of trolls, the last sanctuary...... For so many years, no other enemy had ever invaded Zuaman, and nothing was known about it. What is certain, however, is that if Zunaman is no longer safe, then the trolls will perish. ”

Aurelia knew a lot about trolls, she muttered.

In other words, whatever we do, as long as we don't