Chapter One Hundred and Seven: One Word, Cowardice

Summoning the amulet, an alchemical item made by Woodsban, one such gadget can be used twelve times. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Kazik found Woodsban, and lured by money, the Earth Alchemist joined the Sand Fury Chieftain. For the goblin race, money is everything.

On this trip to the sea and mountains, Kazik had brought all the summoning talismans made by the little goblins, and now was a good time to use them. Saving people from suffering will always be memorable. Saving grace, double the prestige?

"Witch doctor, witch doctor, save this wounded man."

"Shaman, quick, my subordinates need your help."

"Brother, it's great that you're alive."

"Pastor, please save him."

"Praise the moon god! I'm alive. ”

"Thank you to the troll, sisters. He is the one who rescued you. ”

Humans, dwarves, orcs, darkspear trolls, and night elves, Kazik has rescued a lot of warriors from the demon's butcher's knife.

The Sand Rage Chief rescued one warrior here, leaving one less person surrounded by demons, leaving the warriors in even more critical condition.

"Your Excellency, Tyrande, go on." Kazik pulled out a few more summoning charms and threw them at the Paladin Leader and the Priestess of the Moon.

"If you want to save more people, be fast!"

The Troll Chief also gave the amulet to the Dwarven Warrior and the Orc Captain.

Kazik intends to use most of the summoning talismans here, and these warriors of all races who have been rescued will owe him a favor, a great favor, which is a life-saving grace.

The amulet was quickly used up, and with the combined efforts of everyone, more warriors escaped. They looked at Kazik again.

The traverser was very entangled in his heart. There were also two summoning amulets lying quietly in Kazik's rucksack, which the Troll Chief had prepared for his men. Now, without these life-saving items, other subordinates may not be able to take care of them, but Zerelis and Adana, these small leaders under the Sand Fury Chieftain, are going to save them no matter what. Just in case.

The warriors besieged by demons on the battlefield were dead and wounded. Demons and the undead now have only a frenzied desire to kill, and they don't even notice those who have been rescued. But there are always a few sober-minded demons. Akmund had noticed the strange scene on the battlefield.

"Idiot!" The angry roar of the polluter made all the demons tremble, and no one dared to face Akmund's wrath.

This huge Ereda demon, with a wave of his hand, a powerful ball of energy was struck. Everywhere this ball of energy hit, everyone was blown to pieces, whether it was humans, orcs, elves, demons and undead.

Tikdios was the lieutenant of the fraudster Kilgardan, and he was as well-behaved as a little quail in the presence of Akmund.

"You let them escape, fools, chase them for me and tear them apart!"

Demons and the undead slay all the warriors in the encirclement, and they flocked to Kazik and those who had escaped.

"Soldiers, withdraw!"

"Let's go! Sisters, retreat into the forest. ”

The troll chieftain didn't have to worry anymore, all the warriors in the demon encirclement had been slaughtered. Now, it's time to run for your life.

"Want to escape?" Akmund had already noticed the Sand Fury Chieftain, and the transformed Kazik was so swaggering that it was difficult not to attract attention.

"Hahahaha, go die! Bugger! ”

The fleeing troll chief was suffocated, and the throbbing of his heart made him feel very bad. Kazik looked back, only to see a crimson ray of energy rushing in.

"No!"

The Sand Fury Chieftain let out an exclamation, the traverser was familiar with this energy ray, it was from Akmund, it was the Finger of Death!

There was no time to dodge, and in a flash of lightning, the finger of death had already hit Kazik.

boom

With a loud bang, the body of the Sand Fury Chief was directly thrown into the air, and he fell to the ground fiercely.

"Chief Kazik!"

"Kazik!"

"Don't mess around, get out of here!"

Tyrande halted the confusion of the warriors, and the chaos only slowed down the march of the whole team.

Kazik fell to the ground, already delirious, and the transformation effect of the gods was directly scattered.

"Come on, pick Kazik to his dragon."

The Valley of the Grey is home to the Night Elves, who are familiar with everything in the forest. Led by elven sentinels, this mixed team of Terrans, orcs, and elves has finally escaped the pursuit of demons and undead.

Kazik's whole body was confused, and he shook his head slightly, his mind not very clear.

"Did we escape?"

"Ha, Kazyk, he's alive!"

"Haha, that's great."

"Lightless you! Thank you, Troll Chief, for saving me, and my brother. ”

"Praise the moon god! Sand Rage Trolls? Thank you for saving your life, and may the moonlight shine on you as well. ”

Kazik was indeed alive, and he was also very surprised. The finger of death directly knocked the gods down to disperse, and Akmund's strength was not a joke. The traverser's mind swept over his rucksack, and in a corner of the dragonskin's bag, a skull sat silently. The skull's skull still shimmered with faint fluctuations of magical power.

'Ha, Tyrande's head? Thanks to the friendly patronage of that elven lord. Tyrande, I thank you for eight generations of ancestors. Kazik wanted to yell out to vent his excitement of escaping his life, but he couldn't do so. It's just that it will be a long time before the skull will work again. ’

The gods descended on Cataland's head, and Kazik managed to escape from the polluter's death finger.

The teams are going to separate.

"It's Akmund...... Ten thousand years later, the Burning Legion is back......"

The exclamation of the priestess of the moon god made everyone look confused.

10,000 years?

Terran? No!

Orcs? Nor did it!

Dwarf? Still playing with mud, they were just mud then.

Troll ...... It's been a long time coming.

"Against such a strong opponent, we alone can't fight against it. My sisters, we need to wake up the druids. Our ancient enemies have returned to this world. ”

"And you ...... The chief of the trolls, Kazik? ”

"Yes, High Priest Tyrande, I am the chief of the Sand Fury."

"Thank you for everything, you saved us all." Tyrande. She never thought she would be so grateful to a troll. The conflict and hostility between elves and trolls goes back a long way, even before the Burning Legion first invaded Azeroth.

"As for you, orcs and humans, you are not welcome in the forest. You were the ones who killed Cenarius, the Guardian of the Jungle. That great demigod is a great adversary to the Burning Legion, and what you are doing is helping the demons clear out their most important enemies. "Tyrande doesn't have a good face for Terrans and Orcs, after all, they've only just fought a fight.

"You can leave safely. This is my greatest guarantee to you. ”

The party parted ways, and Kazik and his gang had to find Sal and Gianna's group and warn them about the Burning Legion.

Kazik is now weak, and he needs to recuperate for a while.

Now, there may be countless demons roaming around the forest, heading south to find Thrall's large army, and Kazik and their team need to be careful.

Once again, the Harpy's aerial reconnaissance superiority was on display, and with the Harpy's excellent early warning, Kazik and the others finally managed to join Thrall and Gianna's large forces.

"Kazik, have you also encountered the demons of the Burning Legion?"

"Also? Saar, what about the other teams? You seem to have sent some other small troops. ”

The troll's ability to recover is indeed amazing, and the dying Kazik, who was made by the finger of death, is now alive and well after a few days of cultivation.

"Yes. Many of the other teams have lost their message and may have been killed. Only a few fighters escaped. ”

"Duke Reinhardt, your troops have suffered considerable losses."

On the other side, the Terran mage girl was also listening to the report of the paladin leader.

"Yes, Ms. Gianna. We have encountered a huge number of burning demons and scourge spirits. I was able to survive thanks to the reminder of Chief Kazik, and I was saved by him myself. ”

"He? The Sandfury Chieftain? ”

Gianna was surprised, listening to Duke Reinhardt's tone, the paladin leader had great respect for Kazik. Saving?

"Yes, Gianna, we even encountered the Night Elves in the forest first."

"Night Elves?" Thrall also leaned over, "The Warsong Clan seems to be in conflict with those elves. ”

The paladin pouted imperceptibly, "The Night Elves are fighting with us, as if the Warsong Clan killed some Guardian of the Jungle. ”

Duke Reinhardt finally knew that Cenarius had been killed by orcs. For the Terrans to take the blame for this, the paladin leader is very unhappy.

"That's terrible." Thrall was speechless, that was what Grom had done, and he didn't want to comment on anything.

'The chief of the orcs must also want to ease the conflict with the Night Elves. ’

Kazik looked coldly, 'It's useless, Sal. Cenarius wasn't really dead. So, that's not the crux of the matter. The biggest disagreement between the Night Elves and the Orc tribes is over the wood. ’

Orcs want to build a new home, they need a lot of wood, and there are no trees in the barrens.

'Fork! Zul Falak is going to rebuild, and it's time for Gakison to get ready to start building. Tanaris is also wood-free! ’

Chief Sand Fury remembered his own people's predicament.

'Go to Angolo Crater and chop wood?!' Nabia will slash the Sandfury Troll first. Alas, and spend money on those goblins. ’

The traverser was very unhappy, as if he saw his coins flowing away like water. If this continues, no amount of money will be able to withstand it.

"Sal, and Gianna." Kazik pulled out the Ring of Glory in his backpack, "My injuries haven't fully recovered, so I won't be involved in any of the next operations." Chief Kane, Woking, see you back, I'm resting. ”

Everyone didn't understand the Sand Fury Chieftain's plans, and Kazik looked like he was already fine. Trolls' resilience is the envy of all other races.

Injuries not healed?

No, it's just that Tyrande's head is still in a state of cooling, and the magic of this skull that can be called an artifact is still slowly recovering. The traverser cares about his own life.