Roughly held by several trolls, Lotherma's right hand clutched his right eye as blood flowed from between his fingers. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sharp pain came from the wound on his face, and he felt that his whole being was on the eve of collapse.

That hateful guy from Zurkin, in order to vent his anger, he actually stabbed his right eye with a dagger on the spot in a frenzy!

If it weren't for that Jindu's stopping, I'm afraid he would have tortured himself to death at that time.

But even if she survives now, Lotherma doesn't have any hope for the future...... He knew that he was now dead end!

The trolls have put themselves back in this dark prison for one purpose, and that is to make themselves a living sacrifice!

Liadrin, the beautiful priest suddenly remembered in his mind.

Maybe I'll never see her again......

Just after thinking about it a little more, the pain in the heart came from the wound again.

There was a sound of footsteps, very soft; Trolls usually have a thick layer of fur on their feet, so they are light to walk.

Lotherma glanced with her remaining left eye and saw that it was the Shadowhunter named Woking.

A rough bamboo cup was placed on the ground, and the troll turned away.

A cup of dark green liquid was placed in the bamboo cup, which looked a little disgusting......

Lothema was very thirsty, and he quickly picked up the bamboo cup.

He wasn't worried about the trolls poisoning the cup, and if he was poisoned now, it would probably end better for him.

The liquid in the cup tastes very strange, and it has a bit of a fishy smell and a bit of a strange smell.

"If you don't want to die, I suggest you drink it!" The troll's cold voice came from the doorway.

Lotherma nodded, and without hesitation, poured a full glass of liquid into her stomach.

A burning sensation suddenly came from the lower abdomen, and the wound began to itch.

"Ah......h

……

Instead of paying attention to the shouting elven captive, Woking walked into his father's tent, Senkin, the chief of the Darkspear Clan.

The old witch doctor seemed to sit there thinking about something.

Seeing his son come in, he looked up: "Saved that elf?" ”

"Yes!" Wojin nodded, was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Father, don't you believe Zurkin?" ”

"Believe!" Senkin nodded without hesitation: "I don't know Zurkin's temperament very well, he is a very honest and straightforward troll, and a qualified leader, because of this, when he gathers the trolls from all over the world to come to Quel'Thalas, everyone will respond to his call!" ”

"Then why did you want me to do that?" Woking was puzzled.

"He's so stupid!" Senkin's face became solemn: "I never thought that he would have such a terrible plan, he not only wants to destroy the feuding elves of their Amani trolls, but also to be the enemy of humans, and even he intends to enslave all creatures in this world that are not trolls......"

"Isn't that good?" Young Woking was even more puzzled: "Recreate the glory of the Troll Empire, recreate the glory of 10,000 years ago, and let us rule the world again......"

"Of course!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Senkin's mouth: "It's so good that it's almost impossible to achieve!" ”

"Woking, you should have also heard about the appearance of the human kingdom, a group of necromantic creatures swept the entire continent, and the original ruler of the continent, humans, was almost vulnerable in front of them......"

"Aren't we the opponents of the undead?" Woking seemed to be a little confident: "If the trolls of the various tribes unite, we will not be afraid of the undead!" ”

"Woking, my child, you have to remember that uniting the trolls of the various clans is a complete false proposition!" Senjin calmly persuaded his son.

Hearing his father's words, Woking couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

And Senkin continued: "If Prince Rastaha himself comes out, he may be able to unite everyone temporarily, as for Zurkin, he doesn't have the ability!" ”

Prince Rastaha is the leader of the Trolls of Zandalara!

The Zandalar trolls belong to a special being among the trolls; They don't belong to any of the four branches: Forest Trolls, Jungle Trolls, Frost Trolls, and Sand Trolls, but rather a special branch of Trolls, and even the ancestors of other Trolls.

Therefore, the status of the Zandalar tribe among the troll races is also very lofty! Every six years, the various tribes send out emissaries to make a pilgrimage to Zandalar Island......

"But......" Woking said with some hesitation, "Zandala has obviously sent someone too, which proves that they are supporting Zurkin's actions......"

"Don't be stupid, my boy!" Senkin suddenly laughed: "Since Prince Rastaha and Prophet Zur did not come here, it proves that Zandala did not care about this action of Zulkin at all, and what they did was just a form of support!" ”

"Don't think that Zandalar is noble, when we were expelled from the Valley of Thorns by the Gulabash tribe, they didn't come out to mediate for us...... Senjin said with a solemn face: "Remember, Wojin, in this world, only the Darkspear tribe is your clansmen, or if there are people who treat the Darkspear tribe sincerely in the future, they may also be your clansmen!" ”

"I see, father......" Woking nodded thoughtfully.

He asked softly, "So, what are we going to do......"

"Let's wait and see what happens!" Senkin pondered for a moment and spoke, "At least for now, there is no reason for us to betray the Amani troll!" ”

He turned his gaze to the furnace in front of him, which was about to burn out, and then said leisurely, "But all spirits told me that if we continue to follow Amani Trolls and Zulkin like this, we will be dangerous, very dangerous......"

……

Death Scars on the battlefield.

Caponia stared at the massive troll in front of her.

She used all the spells she could, but it had always been difficult to break through the heavy fur of this creature, and these tall Zandalar trolls were almost nightmares for the weak blood elves......

She condensed a large fireball again, and slammed it into the troll.

The fireball exploded over the troll's head, filling the air with smoke.

"Did it work?"

The result was negative, and before the smoke cleared, the troll's massive figure appeared in front of Caponia.

"Oops...... It's too close! ”

Carbonia hurriedly used the flashing technique, but her body was scratched hard by the troll's claws.

In this moment of peril, an arrow flew from afar and struck the troll's arm, preventing him from further attacking Caponia.

"Sylvanas!" Caponia shouted in surprise!