"Only during the War of the Ancients."

"Cadore has only been helped by nature in this way......"

Santis stood beside the Troll God King, she was already tall, slender and tall.

Orcs aren't as tall as her, and ordinary trolls are a little taller than her.

But standing beside Tonatiu, she was still just a little more than his waist.

It looks like a sixth-grade girl, standing next to her big brother in a college student.

The content she is sighing about is that naturally all beasts help each other, natural flowering and fruiting provide food, and carnivores are beginning to eat vegetarian food.

For Tonatiu, there was a kind of super pleasure of choosing the right road.

For the Trolls of Zandallar, it was with the help of the Desert King, and all the Souls and Loa were helping them.

For Cadore, and especially for Cadore, who had lived through the War of the Ancients, it was a natural aid that had happened to Cadore once, and it had happened to the trolls.

Not long since.

Naturally, he helped Malfurion, who was fighting against Aeshara and the demon army, and all of Azeroth was helping him at that time.

At that time, Malfurion was even able to fight the queen with the power of the Well of Eternity without falling behind.

The young elf didn't know.

Santis, who has seen everything helping Cadore, has a strong sense of sight in front of him.

The two are different, that is, the intensity of help is not the same.

Naturally, the help to the trolls was far less than it was to the elves back then.

However, each other's enemies are also different, and the enemies of the elves back then were most of the upper elf class and the terrifying demon army. And the Fallen Titan that made the elves tremble at the mention of his name.

Tonatiu smiled and glanced at the beautiful and heroic Sentinel General, "So we won't fail, so our planet will be eternal." ”

His Majesty the God King is now able to lick mugwort-chan anytime and anywhere, and in all kinds of fancy languages.

He already knew.

He could actually hear it.

He should be able to feel it wherever the forces of nature can reach on this planet.

"Hmm......" looked at the tall, very secure Tonatiu.

The Sentinel General felt that he had been right to work together with the Elves and Zutona in the first place.

"Your Excellency Hazuki. In the vicinity of Nodashir back then, did everything blossom and bear fruit like this? Miss Astarya Deerhelm, who had just plucked a wild fruit from a weed on the side of the road that was in full bloom out of season, asked Santis softly.

She had heard something similar from her grandfather, who sounded like a legend when she was younger.

Didn't expect this serendipitous adventure.

On the side of these ugly trolls, she actually saw this scene too.

She's also a druid.

She knew what that meant.

Hearing Astalia's question, Santis felt a little headache.

Thinking of Lord Deerhelm's temper flare-up, even Lord Malfurion shy away from him.

"Astarya." The Sentinel General suddenly tied his face. "You must stay with me until Lord Deer Helm comes and picks you up. You can't leave my sight during this time, you know?? ”

"Oh." Astarya agreed, biting the wild fruit in her mouth.

As for whether she will be really obedient, only she knows.

"His Excellency Vandal Deerhelm is coming to pick her up in person?" Tonatiu said in surprise next to him.

"Yes." Santis glanced at Astarya, who was standing with the little druid, eating wild fruits with an innocent expression.

"I received the news not too long ago. Lord Deerhelm has come by boat, bringing some druids with him. ”

I'll go!

Tonatiu called out in Chinese inwardly.

He looked at the petite and cute Astalia, this granddaughter was really so important to the deer helmet.

The deer helmet actually came to pick it up in person?

If the first loving father of Azeroth, Fandar Deerhelm, is the second, then no one is capable of being the first.

A world without a son, let him die.

A world where even the sons and daughters are dead, then destroy it!

This is Vandal Deer Helm.

Sounds really tm in two.

Tonatiu complained in his heart.

But now is not the time to take care of the Deer Helmet's affairs, as long as Astaria is well, the Deer Helmet will not be completely blackened so quickly.

The short-term plan for the first wave of the Orc army organized by the Tonateu Project has just begun.

He said goodbye to Santis Hazuki and the two elves in the rear, mounted the Dragon of Extermination, and set off for the front line.

For the large-scale dispatch on the troll's side, it is obviously impossible for the orc side to be indifferent.

Although they are not adapted to the rainforest climate, their green skin and blood troll allies have brought them some help with the rainforest.

Although the forest somehow began to be hostile to them, as if everything was against them.

But the orcs don't care.

They were born to conquer nature, and they are born with a love of being enemies of plants.

After a small-scale tentative battle was overwhelmingly unfavorable, the orcs still did not send their main force after sensing the large-scale sortie on the troll's side.

Instead, he chose to send more motley troops, more motley armies than yesterday, and Tonateu personally went out to observe.

In the end, it was determined that the orcs sent about 40,000 men and horses this time, which almost suppressed the entire combat effectiveness of the miscellaneous army.

After a series of foreshadowing, it is conceivable. The combat effectiveness and fighting will of this motley army can be imagined and will not be too strong.

Because of the quick escape, Adar and several other Naru discovered the whereabouts of the Delaney decades earlier than the previous life.

The orcs defeated the Draenei, but did not cause the Draenei to suffer as much as in their previous life. The Draenei have losses, but the losses are still acceptable.

Then with the help of Naru and the Naru spaceship, the Draenei ran away decisively.

The orc legions, reprimanded by Kilgardan, poured out their anger on the other races of Draenor.

With the help of demons, all the Draenor tribes suffered. Except for the vegetative side, because of the orc's genes for cutting grass, it was basically wiped out.

Most of the other races have become slaves to orc legions and demons. The elderly, children, and females who could not fight were used as evil energy batteries, and the males and females who could fight were all used as hard labor and cannon fodder for the orcs.

These motley armies persecuted by the orcs in front of them are part of this.

The orcs are also overseeing the army behind, pressing the ragtags to attack the trolls.

More than 30,000 orc elites were escorted behind them, pressing towards the trolls' position.

There are tens of thousands of people. Boundless, boundless.

At the same time, Tonatiu was also surprised to find that this orc elite seemed to be a little different from other orcs.

He found a lot of one-eyed dragon orcs inside.