It's raining again in the rainforest.

But it doesn't matter, the makeshift tents have been erected, and the buildings of the Zandalar trolls and the inhabitants are already very waterproof and resistant to humid climates.

A bonfire was lit.

"When the sun goes down, and the earth is dark, and the fire is kindled, and the wine is poured out."

"It's time to chant Dasa like Loa."

"The greatest god-king in the world is King Dasa, the greatest commander of the trolls."

"Now, listen well and have hope!"

“……”

Rhythmic Zandalar warsongs echoed among the troll warriors, and the trolls resting in front of the campfire danced and sang.

Lyrics look familiar?

That's right, the trolls of Zutona also sang about the new god king.

To put it simply, the ballad of Zutona is a direct copy of this Dasa Song...... Changed the object of singing, changed some tunes, changed the troll of the singer.

The world's articles are copied, and the troll music is also copied.

Don't worry about the details.

Darkdine, who has been fighting for nearly a month and has not had a good rest, listened to his colleagues singing and dancing with a smile while eating meat in a big gulp.

It was only at such times for a month that Darkdin was able to feel a little happy.

Bite off a large piece of double-sailed dragon meat - this dinosaur has no Loa, it grows extremely fast, has very low intelligence, and is very common in the forest.

Although the taste of their meat is very average, it is usually a compliment, except for a very small part of the flesh on the body, the meat of the Dinosaur breed is the kind that is unpalatable to death among the taste buds of the trolls!

But now it's wartime, and this kind of dinosaur is the best to find and kill.

Naturally, it became the best source of meat for the Zandalar trolls and their war beasts in the forest.

Swallow the roasted very cooked dinosaur meat, sprinkle a lot of salt and spices, and it is still very difficult to eat.

Darkdin had no choice but to focus on other aspects and not on the barbecue.

He looked not far away, a huge "monster" was devouring food like a demonic tyrannosaurus.

It's hard to imagine that just a few days ago, this was an ordinary troll warrior who was thinner than himself—what happened to the troll Golden Roke, he thought it could even be written into a ballad and sung by the poets who sang in the tavern.

Originally, he was just an ordinary villager in an ordinary village on the border of the empire, but in the invasion of foreign enemies, his wife died to save him, and his children were unfortunately killed.

He broke out bloodily, joined the army in the line of fire, and fought bravely to kill the enemy.

In a mortal crisis, he chose to sacrifice himself and die with the enemy.

As a result, the gods had mercy on him, and he did not really die. On the contrary, it was a blessing in disguise and gained great power.

It's rarely written like that!

Darkdin sighed inwardly.

They are now stationed in Targhab, which is already under military administration.

This area is one of the sources of food and meat in Zandalara, which is why the main temple of Lezan was built here.

There are several smaller cities here, and there are more Zandalar troll towns.

It is also one of the two routes that must be taken from Nazmir to the south and to Zudasa without taking the front.

Once this line of defense is lost, the huge territory to the northeast of the Zudasa and Dasaro regions will fall into the hands of the enemy.

If the northwest is also lost, then there will be only one Zudasa left in the Zendala Empire.

The Middle Mountain Route is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is topped by the most elite Zanshur priests.

The enemy on the Western Front had to pass through the Garden of the Gods of Loa, which was the area where many of the Zandara Loa people frequented, and almost all the sacrifices who were not eligible to enter the Zanshur and were not in Zudasa were there.

So from this point of view, the battlefield on the Eastern Front is actually the battlefield with the weakest and most dangerous troops on the three lines of defense.

For this line of defense.

The trolls of Zandalar could only rely on Lezan, the strongest Loa's temple here, and I hope he can lead the trolls to defend this place.

After discussing it with Zur, both Zur and Tonatiu agreed that the defence here was the weakest.

The god king of the desert trolls, this is why he led his expeditionary force to join this battlefield.

The nights in Targhib are not at all calm, the rainy season is approaching, and the raindrops are falling from the sky getting heavier and heavier.

The winds whistling through the rainforest and tropical foliage, let alone marching in the rainforest, are uncomfortable to stay in front of the campfire and shelter from the rain.

The rain crackled loudly on the tents and rooftops, blocking the trolls' view in the dark.

Thankfully, most orcs are more unaccustomed to the weather than the trolls.

In this way, there is some home-field advantage against the trolls' defense.

Ducktin eats meat and drinks water—wine in songs, and often in stories sung by bards.

But on the real battlefield, when the soldiers and soldiers are resting, of course, they can't drink.

The captain of the Rastali Executor was confused at the moment, looking out at the dark and dreary night in the rain.

Something I never thought about in the past.

Recently, it has been uncontrollably pressing on his heart.

Where will Zandalar go.

What kind of changes will His Majesty Lezan's position within the empire be?

Those hateful intruders, how can they be ......

The confused Darktin bit the piece of meat suddenly paused, looking at the rainy night ahead, and the cold hair stood up.

He saw the direction he was looking, and in the dark and rainy night, a pair of big green eyes suddenly appeared.

Enemy attack?

Those green-skinned monsters called orcs, it was raining so heavily, they still dared to come and attack the trolls?!

Syllable!

The really unpalatable Shuangfan dragon meat was thrown to the ground by him. Darkdin picked up the weapon he had never left and stood up.

He didn't have time to shout to alert his colleagues.

In the rainy night behind those big green eyes, another pair of green eyes suddenly appeared.

More than a couple.

In the blink of an eye, in the rainy night in that direction, dozens or hundreds of such big green eyes appeared.

Darkdin's breathing almost stopped.

What did the believers of Gunk and Ghani eat to grow up?

How did you let so many enemies touch so close and not find out?!

"Enemy attack! Alert! ”

"Enemy!"

“……”

Darkdin cried out in a heart-rending voice.

The hundreds of Zandalar troll warriors who were here to trim immediately noticed that direction in Darkdine.

The warriors, who sang and danced, showed good qualities and found their weapons almost in a matter of seconds.

When they took their weapons and, under the reprimand of the officers, wanted to form up the formation.

The hundreds of pairs of green eyes, they were getting closer and closer, so close that the trolls could already see what they were.

I saw that on a rainy night, at least hundreds of wild sideburns and tyrannical dragons gathered densely together, strangely advancing towards the temporary garrison of the troll army.

Darkdin, who shouted "enemy attack", was stunned.

The other trolls who saw their appearance were also stunned.

Darkdin swallowed.

These ferocious and terrifying tyrannosaurs, how could they be here? Why did they dare to come to the troll camp?

In normal times, except for the too smart velociraptor and the too powerful demon tyrannosaurus.

Trolls in the woodlands of the rainforest often lit special bonfires to keep most wild dinosaurs away.

The rain was still crackling.

The wild sideburns and tyrannosaurs marched silently.