There are other ways, more aggressive ways. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Caldara's eyes showed a strange look, being able to compete with these two legendary-level existences, although Caldara was a little nervous, but his heart was more excited.

Each core member of the Zandalar clan has great power in their hands, but even they don't have a rule of how strong this power is.

Alekstaza, the Oath of Life, and the most mysterious and perverse being of legend, can be the touchstone of this rule.

Of course, Caldara's strength alone is pitifully small in the face of the Red Dragon Queen and Frost Sorrow, and he still needs some help from his compatriots.

"Attack? I like this plan, what does it require me to do? ”

Zujin stood up excitedly and said loudly.

As Zukin had said before, although his sanity told him that it was the right thing to do to shrink all his forces to Zuaman, he still hated this cowardly approach.

For the sake of victory, Zujin took this suggestion, but killed the warlord who made it to vent his anger; Now Kardara is saying that he wants to take a more aggressive approach, which is very much to Zukin's appetite.

"Manpower, I need many, a lot of trolls."

Caldara looked at Zujin and said word by word.

"No problem, I'll give you as much as you want; As long as I can see rivers of blood flowing from the humans who set foot in the Land of Spirits...... There is no price that cannot be paid. ”

Zu Jin nodded and said seriously.

"You will get your wish, I promise in the name of Zandalara."

A hint of an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Caldara's mouth, his volume was not loud, but it was exceptionally loud on the high/towering altar where the wind was blowing.

"Damn ......"

Muradine Copperbeard smashed the head of a troll headhunter with his battle axe, then looked around cursingly.

The dwarven warriors, led by Furstad, raised their weapons in response to their commander's gaze, having just repelled a troll attack.

A few days after the troll called "Caldara" left the camp, the combined forces of humans, dwarves and High Elves who were speeding towards Zuaman, the last lair of the Amani Empire, were met with stubborn resistance from these green-skinned creatures.

Countless troll headhunters, in small groups of thirty to fifty men, launched a near-suicidal assault on the marching coalition forces.

If it's on flat ground, it's unlikely that these troll strike squads will cause any trouble for the coalition forces, whether it's strong dwarven warriors or seasoned human cavalry, they can take out this group of guys in a single charge.

But this is the jungle, the jungle of trolls.

These creatures, with their mossy dark green coats, could silently reach behind a human warrior and slit his throat without making a sound.

To make matters worse, the group was also very good at throwing weapons and arrows, sometimes sweeping through the nearby jungle like the wind, throwing deadly short spears and arrows from the dense foliage of trees at the marching coalition forces.

If the coalition forces split up to chase down these trolls who fled quickly at the first blow, they would be back in the trap of this group of guys.

In the dense jungle, even fifty meters apart could have lost track of these trolls, and Muradin's Copperbeard and his dwarven warriors tried to hunt them down, but suffered heavy losses and found nothing.

"If it goes on like this, when will it be a head......

Muradin's Copperbeard muttered as he carried his bloody tomahawk back behind him.

Not far from the dwarven warrior ranks, Arthas rode alongside several other coalition commanders on his mount, Invincible.

Frost Sorrow sat obediently behind her master, she didn't plan to take the opportunity to make trouble, because the little magic sword knew that her master was in a bad mood right now.

"These trolls are slowing us down."

Arthas uttered a word of nonsense in a state of concern - a nonsense of course, and even the most ordinary soldier could understand why these trolls would rather die.

"Their procrastination has really worked, and we're sagging as slow as a snail now."

Varian Ureon said disgruntled as he spoke, waving his spear on his horseback - although there was no need to attack the city of the trolls, the Coalition was moving more slowly than ever.

As they farther and farther into the primeval forests of the Wraithlands, the jungle of the expeditionary force led by Arthas grew denser.

Although the Beast Insect Society can avoid the path of the army, the trees will not move at all.

In order to carve a path through the towering trees, Arthas even had to ask the Red Dragon Queen to use her breath to burn the trees that might have been there for hundreds of years.

The Coalition forces had to drag their long lines under such harsh marching conditions, which also gave the troll raiders an opportunity, and after several failed interceptions, Arthas had to send their strongest dwarven warriors to protect what little strategic supplies and food they had left.

"It's not just about speed...... These trolls should know that they can't defeat us by raiding alone, and they must be preparing something, ready to take us by surprise under the city of Zuaman. ”

Prince Danas muttered - he had inherited the name of "Troll Slayer" Thor Bain, and he had a strange instinct when referring to this group of old enemies.

"That troll of Zandalara...... The death of these forest trolls must have bought him time...... Zouaman should not be far away, but when we get there...... What unexpected can happen? ”

Arthas frowned, the cunning of the Zandalar troll Caldara that day haunted him to this day.

"Nothing can stop us, we have the help of Her Excellency the Queen, and the spells of the Frost Lady...... What even orcs can't do, can these cowards hiding in the jungle do? ”

Prince Danas saw that Arthas's face was a little confused, and encouraged him.

"I hope so."

Arthas nodded, but he didn't take it lightly.

……

It was only a few days later when Arthas's army finally arrived at Zuaman, the last sanctuary of the trolls in the depths of the Wraithlands, that he realized what kind of opponent he was facing.

Alsace destroyed more than a dozen troll cities along the way, some containing thousands of trolls, others only hundreds.

However, any of them, placed in front of Zuaman, is like a game of ignorant children building sandcastles on the beach.

"The Light is above...... How old is the city? What creatures built the city? Could it really be the rude trolls? ”

Prince Danas couldn't help but sigh, though from the bottom of his heart he didn't want to believe that such a magnificent building could be the work of a ferocious troll.

The jungle, once considered endless by the Coalition forces, came to an abrupt end like a cliff here, replaced by a vast clearing.

Yes, vast—Prince Danas used the word to describe the clearing, because he felt as if it could fit the next Arathi Heights.

The city wall tens of meters high rises horizontally in front of everyone, closer to the blue sky than those huge and thick ancient trees; The sunlight poured down as the trees had cleared, and the great shadows cast by the walls on the somewhat hazarded formations of the coalition forces, as heavy as the psychological pressure on their hearts.

"These trolls...... If they go out early to attack Quel'Thalas...... I don't know how we can still win. ”

Aurelia opened her rosy lips slightly in surprise, the people of the coalition had never seen this always elegant and indifferent High Elf Ranger on his face?