Faced with raging flames, the troll's caster struck. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Don't look at the troll priest from the shape to the spell, it is ugly and indescribable - the master of the family casts the spell wearing a magic robe, chanting spells + gestures, but the troll priest is wearing a mask and a feather, and when he casts the spell, he takes out a handful of inexplicable powder and the bones of unknown creatures, and there are words in his mouth.

Regardless, troll casters have their own unique features.

To be precise, a troll priest is a profession that is somewhere between a shaman priest and a warlock.

They serve the god Loa, make a contract with the god Loa, and then use the power of the god Loa, and in this respect, they seem to be closer to the false god priests in the DND system.

After coming to Draenor, it was not only the mages who were unaccustomed, but these troll priests were actually more serious, especially those who were not stable enough to contract with the god of Loa, and they even lost contact with the god Loa for a while.

But just as the Violet Avengers always found the remnants of Draenor's arcane energy, the Troll Priests finally found a way to fulfill the contract of the gods of Loa at another time—only at a much higher price, even doubling the price.

So in fact, the troll priests are not willing to make a move.

But in the face of the "Wall of Fire" created by the Second Legion of Stormwind using fuel, the Troll Priest had to intervene.

Colorful brilliance flashed, and for a moment Duke Fotagen felt as if he had entered a royal hunting ground.

The power of the various animal gods of Loa made these troll priests powerful, and then began to put out fires in their own abilities.

Flames are the nemesis of trolls' resilience, so no matter which Troll Priest serves the god Loa, there is always something to do with the flames.

Duke Vortagen was fortunate enough to learn "One Hundred Ways Trolls Can Extinguish Fires".

Whether it's a giant eagle flapping its wings, a dragon turtle spitting water, and, of course, a giant bear with a brain convulsion that swoops directly up and is burned to a curly hair, these are all eye-opening for the second legion of Stormwind City.

Of course, this can only be regarded as a small episode in the whole battle.

After solving the fuel problem, King Rastaha once again led the trolls to storm the walls of the Hellfire Fortress.

Watching King Rastaha once again join the battle with his golden spear, Duke Fotagen raised his eyebrows in understanding.

It seems that the troll king is also a little afraid of flames?

That's right, after all, he can't have no weaknesses!

Thinking of this, Duke Fotagan came directly to the Alliance's trap on the city wall, and then drew his long sword and openly challenged King Rastaha.

"Marshal of the Second Legion, Duke of Stormwind, Bervar Vortagen is here!"

Seeing Duke Vortagan looking at him, King Rastaha cracked his mouth and smiled bloodthirsty.

"The commander of the race? It's a pity it's not Medivan......"

"Medivan?!" Suddenly, when King Rastaha mentioned Medivan's name, Duke Vortagan was a little unresponsive, "The Guardian is no longer in Stormwind now......

"Yes." Rastaha disagreed, "I've heard he's taught Gulabash a lesson, and I'd like to see if that human is worthy of his great fame - but it doesn't matter, I can kill you now!" ”

As he spoke, King Rastaha had climbed the walls and came to the Duke of Fotagen.

Facing the Rastaha King, Duke Fotagan was actually a little nervous.

To be sure, Duke Vortagan considered himself inferior to Muradine Copperbeard, who had just been killed by King Rastaha a few days ago.

But the Duke of Vortagen had no choice.

The scene of the battle a few days ago is still vivid, and the warrior of King Rastaha has surpassed human cognition, and it is difficult for a demigod to rely on pure numbers to die.

The only chance is an ambush prepared by the Duke of Vortagen - let's hope those traps of the orcs are powerful enough that the fuel has not expired!

Sure enough, the moment King Rastaha and Duke Fotagen fought, the marshal of the Second Legion of Stormwind City was directly sent out.

Turning over and getting up with difficulty, the Duke of Fortagan did not have time to care that he lacked a long sword in his hand, but ordered his soldiers to activate the trap.

At the side of King Rastaha, flames suddenly erupted.

Watching the Troll King being engulfed in flames, unlike the cheering soldiers, Duke Vortagen's heart was not easy.

I always feel that things are not so simple.

The troll warriors and priests, in particular, did not change in the slightest, neither agitated nor frustrated.

The next moment, a golden figure stepped out of the flames.

In the midst of the raging flames, King Rastaha was unscathed.

"Interesting idea, human." King Rastaha held his spear and his eyes were fixed on Duke Vortagen, "It's a pity that trolls don't fail because of a sneak attack, never." ”

Looking at the troll king walking step by step in front of him, Duke Futagen's heart was full of despair, he clenched his long sword with both hands, took a step forward, and then took the initiative to attack.

The heavy greatsword, with a sharp sound of the wind, slashed at King Rastaha.

The simplest swordsmanship in the army, but also the most practical slashing.

Unlike many nobles, the Duke of Fortagen loved to fight, thirsted for glory, and practiced his swordsmanship while the other nobles wandered through the drinking parties and balls.

Even in the Royal Knights of Stormwind City, where there are many masters, there are only a few people who can compare with this Duke in swordsmanship.

It's a pity that when facing the Rastaha king, no matter how skilled the swordsmanship is, it is pale and meaningless.

Duke Fotagen's simple slash ushered in a simple block by King Rastaha.

The blade of the spear struck the gap in the sword, and the well-made sword snapped with a clatter.

The golden spear castrated unabated, and slashed directly into Duke Fotagen's shoulder.

The armor shattered.

In the aftermath of the Tide of Darkness, one of the League's heaviest battles emerged.

The Marshal of Stormwind's Second Legion, Duke Berval Vortagen, died at the hands of King Rastaha's golden spear.

The entire Second Legion of Stormwind was furious.

Fuel began to burn throughout the Hellfire Fortress, and the grieving Second Legion even detonated an evil bomb.

It didn't work.

Despite the heavy casualties of the troll warriors, King Rastaha is still too difficult for anyone to stop.

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When Tulayan rushed to the Hellfire Fortress with his main force, he saw the banner of the tribe planted on the city wall, and for a moment, Tulayan almost fainted.