Through their magical powers, these wise sages have saved the self-destruction of the aggressive race of trolls countless times, and even the lawless Emperor Zujin of the Amani Empire has restrained a lot in front of Kardala, the messenger of Zandala, not to mention Malagos, who is a disciple of Caldara. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Despite Malagos's extraordinary reverence, Caldara still seemed amiable.

For this Amani tribe, Zandalar is a nerve-wracking affair.

Despite their decision to be chroniclers of history, the Zandalar clan is also part of the trolls, many of whom come from the great and unified troll empire of ancient times, from which the name "Zandalara" is inherited.

Zugin's force and resourcefulness saved the weakened Amani Empire and brought the loose war lords together to the satisfaction of the Zandalar tribe, but Zugin's madness always got them into trouble.

Like this time.

"There's no way, is there any other way than to go to war?"

Caldara said helplessly.

"But with the help of the dragons, our city is always easily reduced to ashes. In the face of the dragon, there is nothing we can do outside of Zuaman. ”

Malagos explained in embarrassment.

"Dragon...... In fact, it is not only the dragon, that dragon is the queen of the red dragon, the life-bound Alekstasa, and in the absence of the Titans, she is the god of this world. ”

Caldara said.

"So...... Teacher Caldara, will Zandalar still set up a soul barrier in the land of ghosts as he did back then? ”

Malagos asked.

"No, that won't work...... Just now in the human camp, I saw an existence even more terrifying than the Life Bound One, and the soul enchantment was in front of her, it was simply ......"

Caldara shook her head and replied to Malagos's words.

"But if there is no enchantment......"

Malagos hesitated as he asked, wondering how the Amani Empire could fend off these well-prepared enemies from afar without an enchantment that could weaken them.

'We have other ways, more aggressive ways.'

Caldara's eyes showed a strange look, being able to compete with these two legendary-level existences, although Caldara was a little nervous, but his heart was more excited.

Each core member of the Zandalar clan has great power in their hands, but even they don't have a rule of how strong this power is.

Alekstaza, the Oath of Life, and the most mysterious and perverse being of legend, can be the touchstone of this rule.

Of course, Caldara's strength alone is pitifully small in the face of the Red Dragon Queen and Frost Sorrow, and he still needs some help from his compatriots.

"Attack? I like this plan, what does it require me to do? ”

Zujin stood up excitedly and said loudly.

As Zukin had said before, although his sanity told him that it was the right thing to do to shrink all his forces to Zuaman, he still hated this cowardly approach.

For the sake of victory, Zujin took this suggestion, but killed the warlord who made it to vent his anger; Now Kardara is saying that he wants to take a more aggressive approach, which is very much to Zukin's appetite.

"Manpower, I need many, a lot of trolls."

Caldara looked at Zujin and said word by word.

"No problem, I'll give you as much as you want; As long as I can see rivers of blood flowing from the humans who set foot in the Land of Spirits...... There is no price that cannot be paid. ”

Zu Jin nodded and said seriously.

"You will get your wish, I promise in the name of Zandalara."

A hint of an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Caldara's mouth, his volume was not loud, but it was exceptionally loud on the high/towering altar where the wind was blowing.

"Damn ......"

Muradine Copperbeard smashed the head of a troll headhunter with his battle axe, then looked around cursingly.

The dwarven warriors, led by Furstad, raised their weapons in response to their commander's gaze, having just repelled a troll attack.

A few days after the troll called "Caldara" left the camp, the combined forces of humans, dwarves and High Elves who were speeding towards Zuaman, the last lair of the Amani Empire, were met with stubborn resistance from these green-skinned creatures.

Countless troll headhunters, in small groups of thirty to fifty men, launched a near-suicidal assault on the marching coalition forces.

If it's on flat ground, it's unlikely that these troll strike squads will cause any trouble for the coalition forces, whether it's strong dwarven warriors or seasoned human cavalry, they can take out this group of guys in a single charge.

But this is the jungle, the jungle of trolls.

These creatures, with their mossy dark green coats, could silently reach behind a human warrior and slit his throat without making a sound.

To make matters worse, the group was also very good at throwing weapons and arrows, sometimes sweeping through the nearby jungle like the wind, throwing deadly short spears and arrows from the dense foliage of trees at the marching coalition forces.

If the coalition forces split up to chase down these trolls who fled quickly at the first blow, they would be back in the trap of this group of guys.

In the dense jungle, even fifty meters apart could have lost track of these trolls, and Muradin's Copperbeard and his dwarven warriors tried to hunt them down, but suffered heavy losses and found nothing.

"If it goes on like this, when will it be a head......

Muradin's Copperbeard muttered as he carried his bloody tomahawk back behind him.

Not far from the dwarven warrior ranks, Arthas rode alongside several other coalition commanders on his mount, Invincible.

Frost Sorrow sat obediently behind her master, she didn't plan to take the opportunity to make trouble, because the little magic sword knew that her master was in a bad mood right now.

"These trolls are slowing us down."

Arthas uttered a word of nonsense in a state of concern - a nonsense of course, and even the most ordinary soldier could understand why these trolls would rather die.

"Their procrastination has really worked, and we're sagging as slow as a snail now."

Varian Ureon said disgruntled as he spoke, waving his spear on his horseback - although there was no need to attack the city of the trolls, the Coalition was moving more slowly than ever.