There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and a big war was coming.

Sweat ran across the warrior's face, and Zudasa was behind him.

In the distance, the footsteps of enemy soldiers could be heard, and the earth trembled.

It's time for the trolls to defend their homeland, and the blood in their bodies is already surging.

The last leaves on the dry branches were knocked off by the breeze.

The sun tore through the heavy shade of the forest, and behold, the revered regent Prophet Zur was on the front!

Zur wore his golden mask, and the trolls couldn't read his expression clearly, and a huge brontosaurus carried the Prophet himself to the edge of the battlefield.

In front of him was a large army of Zandalar under the Black Pressure.

Behind him, there was an alliance of beast blood that was also black and oppressed, and it seemed to be more numerous.

The soldiers, the priests, and the only strong troll militia with some combat training, and the trolls' dinosaur companions looked at the prophet with their backs to the orcs.

Zur's waist was already bent.

In fact, he was not very old, only a few hundred years old—as a prophet, that was really not much.

Zandala has lived for a thousand or two thousand years. Their generational strength and knowledge are the backbone of the Troll Clan.

It was before, and it is now.

The future will be too.

The expression under the golden mask of the Prophet was filled with unconcealable pleasure.

Looking at the Trolls of Zandalara, even though the Beast-Blood Alliance behind him was more than twice the size of the Troll Army, the Prophet felt no fear.

It's a great feeling.

Not the feeling of war.

Nor is it a feeling of domination over power.

It's a completely different feeling from the cautious one he had before.

Before encountering the Desert King, the Prophet had always felt that the whole world was at odds with the trolls.

Whenever he wanted to do something to strengthen the troll's strength, this huge pressure followed.

Zur was crushed.

His bent waist was usually bent down by this pressure. The other half is bent over by the fear of the trolls' depravity.

Now the pressure is gone.

It feels so good that the whole world is helping the trolls.

So good that Zur couldn't control his expression, and his expression management failed.

The only sound in the forest was the roar of the orcs in the distance, the breath of the trolls, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and weeds.

Under the gaze of nearly 200,000 Zandalar trolls, Zur, who was standing on top of the thunderdragon's head, spoke slowly.

He didn't make a big sound.

But it was like a breeze in the ears of every Zandalar troll.

"In my correspondence with His Majesty the great Tonatiu, there were many things that dawned on me."

"For today's situation, there are two sentences in His Majesty's wise quotations, which I think are very suitable for you to say."

"The first sentence is: peace is only within the spear of the army."

The second sentence is that the survival and growth of a race cannot be solved by negotiation and compromise...... If you want to live, you can only rely on iron and blood. ”

The Prophet danced with his hands.

He danced the ancient dance of Zur, the dance of war that the prophets danced before the first Zur when King Dasa led his army on battle.

Zur's aged-looking body was constantly twisting, and he was reaching out to kick his feet and twist his head and buttocks, which looked very funny.

In line with his traditionally dignified performance, serious style, and recent iron-blooded and rigorous policy agenda.

In this huge contrast, the more than 200,000 trolls who witnessed him dancing should have laughed loudly.

However, the trolls didn't smile, and they all had serious faces, and the hairs on their bodies slowly stood on end.

This phenomenon is explained by the science of the earth, which is that the adrenaline hormones of the trolls are beginning to be created in large quantities.

The blood in the trolls' bodies was ignited, and they boiled; They feel that their bodies are hot, and their inexhaustible strength is gradually emerging; The trolls' eyes were originally blue, brown, green, and so on, but at this moment, a bloodshot began to spread in their pupils.

The dinosaur companions were also affected, and they lacked self-control than the trolls, who felt hot and restless. But they could not suppress their roars, and if they were not restrained by the trolls, they would all rush out.

Zur danced in a comical-looking dance, with a furious move as the Zandalar trolls were almost on fire.

The Prophet ended his war dance.

At the same time, the golden mask on his face turned into crumbs and fell from his face.

"Whew~"

A lifetime of distant lament.

The great brontosaurus carrying the prophet cried, and it fell with it.

It's dead.

The Prophet's dancing steps on it took away its life force, and the massive brontosaurus was sacrificed to the world.

The trolls looked solemn.

There are no trolls to save Zur, who may have been crushed below by the Thunder Elephant.

They are all waiting.

They waited.

Purposing blood, Zur smiled and smiled from under the thunder elephant and climbed onto its corpse.

"Now, let's bleed."

He pointed to his rear, which was the position of the combined orc and blood troll forces on the front line.

"Drain our sweat and drain the blood of our enemies!"

He threw up his arms and yelled.

"Trolls live forever!"

"The Empire Will Rise!"

The prophet's roar rang out in all directions.

The whole forest seemed to be roaring these two words, the trees were singing, the grass was whispering, and the bushes were shouting.

Tens of thousands of years after the bloody battle with the Yaki Empire, the trolls have finally raised their voices to the world once again.

The 200,000 Zandalar trolls, whose expressions had always been solemn, could no longer control their expressions at this moment, and they all showed the fierce and bloodthirsty emotions of beasts.

Like their ancestors, they roared and shouted, and marched forward with their weapons.

Even if there is an abyss ahead.

Even if they rush to the front, they will only survive for a second.

Even if the enemy is stronger than himself, I don't know how many times!

"Trolls live forever!"

"The Empire Will Rise!"

The two words that Zur roared turned into the battle cry of the trolls of Zandalara, sung by the forest and instilled endless courage in the trolls.

More than 200,000 trolls launched a desperate charge, and behind them, except for the two Loa of Lezan and Ghani.

The rest of the remaining living Zandaraloa were revealed, and this time even Bonsandi and Zanza the Sleepless came.

"Zur is really willing. Old Bondy's senses had changed a little bit. Death rarely didn't use his trademark slippery tone.

"The prophet has not changed." Zanza the Sleepless, the Troll Loa, a Troll Transformed from the Fall of an Ancient Troll Hero, whispered. "Every prophet, every Zur is dedicated to the Troll Empire."

"Looks like old Bonnedy is going to bleed today." Bonsandy said, shaking his head.

The Sleepless One did not respond to Him.

The troll Loa had already charged towards the orc position.

The sound of the fight shook the sky.

Like tens of thousands of years ago.

The forest will once again witness the bravery of the trolls.