Kael'thas uses O's eyes, keeping an eye on the battlefield and enjoying the joy of being in power.

The undying firebird soars into the sky, spraying scorching fire and sprinkling the orange light of destruction, invincible wherever it goes.

However, a faint uneasiness lingered in Kael'thas.

Why are there only trolls, orcs? Where are the orcs?

By cutting down trees to build siege engines, Zujin gained the initiative to attack while opening the sky above his head to the High Elves.

But Zujin was not afraid of the firebird in the sky, he Zujin was a native of Zuaman, and there were a hundred ways to kill the hairless Ao.

O, the pet of Kael'thas and the immortal bird of flame, is known as the phoenix.

From a distance, Kael'thas looked at Zujin through Ao's eyes, but in the end, Kael'thas gave up on the idea of squirting at Zujin.

Because Kael'thas found himself on the verge of burning.

Commanding an army of 20,000 men and leading an expedition of 20 men are not the same concept at all.

Even though Kael'thas is talented, inexperience is inexperience. Even though Kael'thas maintained his rapid thinking magic, the massive amount of information and complicated changes in the situation still made Kael'thas feel exhaustion constantly welling up from the bottom of his heart.

The elven prince of Queldore really wanted to win, he wanted to win this victory so beautifully. So carrying too many things that should not be carried. Where there are immortals in war, there are victories that do not need to be piled up with their lives. However, while performing the function of commander, Kael'thas also used himself as a magister, and double his energy and mental strength were wasted on the battlefield.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, it has been ascertained that the troll's secret weapon is the corpse of the soul."

Archmage Astaror as a subordinate of Kael'thas. When he reported the results of the investigation to His Royal Highness the Prince, there was no joy or pride on his face.

Binding the Corpse, a strange product of an evil combination of voodoo spells and sorcery.

To make a corpse, you first need to stab a strong troll into the heart with a ritual dagger at the happiest moment, then extract the soul and restrain it to your own corpse; Then strengthen the soul with the power of shadows and gods. strengthening the flesh with various materials; Finally, under the hexical spell of the sorcerer, the solidification and domination of the bound spirit are completed.

In this way, the sacrificed troll was transformed from his own master into a driver of his own body.

"How many."

Kael'thas asked in a flat tone.

Although trolls are rampant, and preliminary statistics suggest that at least 30,000 civilians were killed in the disaster, the foundation of the Queldore Elven Nation is the Sunwell, and the essence of Quel'Thalas is in Silvermoon City.

Although Kael'thas is also saddened by the loss of his compatriots, the truth is cruel. The death of these people who inhabit the Eternal Song Forest will not shake the dominance of the Sunseeker family.

Therefore, Kael'thas only has military merit in his eyes, and he only desires military merit, and he wants to fight in place of all the soldiers, because he wants a flawless victory.

Trolls were corpses in Kael'thas's eyes, and he was worried about the orcs who had lost their tracks.

Where are the green-skinned guys?

"Your Highness the Prince, I propose to suspend the Magister Legion's magical support for the advancement. It will be said that there is a Magister used intensively. Trolls may be cutting down trees to build siege equipment such as catapults, but their real purpose is most likely to be the Spirit-bound Golem. ”

Astalo gave his own advice and opinions.

But Kael'thas shook his head.

"Bound corpses. Zandalara's little trick. Long before the heavens fell apart, during the days of the Kadore Empire, those Zandalar trolls were studying these sorcery. Ten thousand years have passed, and the killer tricks of these trolls are still these little tricks, and we have nothing to fear. Just get the Arcane Golems ready, and the Magister Corps continue to wipe out the trolls. ”

"Yes. His Royal Highness the Prince. But as your advisor, I have to remind you that the test of the combat application of the Arcane Golem is not fully completed. ”

Astalo dutifully reminded.

"The actual combat test will naturally be carried out on the battlefield, so let's go down and prepare."

"Yes. His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

In the face of sheer strength, the Amani trolls of Zu Aman could not compete with the army of Kael'thas. If it weren't for the fear of damaging too much damage and scaring away the trolls, Kael'thas would have preferred to push it flat.

But in a battle a few days ago, the green-skinned orcs made a deep impression on Kael'thas with their fearless death.

Those scarlet eyes reveal crazy sanity, and the strong body and exquisite skill are even more costly to the High Elves.

Although under the thunder and flames, the small orc army could not escape the fate of defeat in the end.

These green humanoid demons still make Kael'thas unforgettable.

According to the information left by Aurelia, there are at least three thousand such orcs. And according to his own statistics, there are only less than two hundred.

So where are the rest of the orcs?

Once again, he used clay divination, but it still didn't work.

These days, Kael'thas has used a series of dangerous spells, including time sleepwalking and blood foresight, but he still can't penetrate the shadows hanging above Quel'Thalas, and ordinary prophecy spells have not responded at all.

Kael'thas found that the blessings of the Sunwell had been greatly weakened by the time the Runestone was destroyed, and it seemed that someone had used some means to thwart the prophecy of divination in Quel'Thalas.

"It doesn't matter, in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy can only become a joke in the end."

Kael'thas was so relieved.

In the forest, his subordinates constantly reported the battle situation to Zujin, so that the heroes of the trolls were in charge, and the uncrowned king of Zuaman couldn't help but feel resentful.

On the one hand, there is resentment for the brutality of these long-eared elves.

On the other hand, I also resent the injustice of this world.

Obviously, they have already penetrated the entire Yongge Forest, and they have piled up the corpses of the elves as high as a mountain, why do they still have so many troops, and so many elites.

Zujin hated elves, hated humans, hated magic, and even hated his orc allies.

Why have you been preparing for so long, and you haven't had a seizure, what the hell are these orcs doing?

According to the agreement, the orcs should have completed the detour two days ago, flanking the elven army from the flanks, but what about people? What about the orcs?

Although there were many thoughts in his head, Zu Jin's voice was still calm.

"Tell Amani's people to persevere, and victory will be for Zuaman, for us trolls."

"The Bound Corpse ......"

"If it's urgent, use it."

Zujin thought for a moment and made a decision.

And six hundred miles away from Zukin, Koramar was standing respectfully in Chibonn. Split-hoof cattle slaughterer.

"Lord Chiborn, is it really okay for us to abandon our troll allies like this?"

Coramar asked with some hesitation, those trolls had left a good impression on Colamar.

"You're the Overseer of the Tribe, not the Troll's thug."

Chibonn took a sip of the water bag, then looked at Collamar calmly.

"But Lord Chibonn, aren't we turning our backs on our allies by doing this?"

Zogersh asked directly, and he was kicked in the ass again.

"An orc has never had one other ally." Chi Bonn. The Splithoof Cattle Slayer said calmly, "When we capture Silvermoon City, we will turn back and save them." (To be continued......)