The tragedy of Nightshade appeared on the tables of the leaders of the Alliance the next day, and the trolls leveled it and then moved towards the upwind path, only a handful of them survived, and the bodies of the dead became the trolls' marching food, and even their souls were imprisoned by dark spells. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, not only the Alliance, but also the Horde Stoneard got the news, but not in the form of a report, because the army of trolls had already appeared in front of their eyes and launched a fierce attack without a word.

Obviously, these trolls were very tired after a long journey, but they still resolutely launched an attack.

Are they all crazy?

Thankfully, unlike Nighttown, Stoneard is a military base in that its tribe is full of soldiers and adventurers, so it's about as numerous as them, but the unusually tired trolls haven't shaken it in the slightest.

However, the Scout's report indicates that another elite army of trolls has slowly stepped into the swamp of grief, and it is clear that they are the final enemies of the Horde.

Orgrimmar, Thrall has been reported, he doesn't know what these crazy trolls are thinking, but he must organize men to help Stoner.

The Maghan orcs from the Outlands are arriving in droves, and at this critical moment, Stoneard must not have any problems.

"Let's go! We are the ones who know the Gulabash trolls best (humanoid creatures here), and I will command your army, and there will never be any problems there. "That's Woking's proposal.

Having an army commanded by a foreigner must be carefully considered at all times, and although Thrall knew that there was a bitter hatred between the Darkspear tribe and the Gulabash trolls, and that there would be no possibility of betrayal, he still thought about it for a long time before making up his mind.

"Woking, I agree to your request, but I hope you won't be blinded by hatred."

"Hatred only brightens my eyes, and it will cling to its enemies until the moment of their destruction......"

A portal connecting Orgrimmar and Stonerd was opened, and Woking walked through with a group of Shadowhunters, along with some orc reinforcements.

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"They are under the control of some kind of witchcraft, and we may be able to find a way to dismantle it, and bring some hakalai sacrificial heads, and my men have a way to make them speak." This was Woking's first command.

So the adventurers went into action.

Cunning and agile Stalkers, Minotaur Soul Walkers who can escape into nothingness, Druids who can turn into animals, and Shadowhunters of Woking, one after another unpredictable adventurers are active on this stage.

Woking's army resisted the enemy's main force, and as he dragged the enemy's view, the adventurers began to fish in troubled waters, trying to kill a few hakalai sacrifices.

Obviously, even if the hakale sacrifice is strictly precautionary, it still has to be hated in front of the all-pervasive adventurers.

To be honest, trolls are also a powerful race, don't look like they have thin arms and legs, it's actually just because they're tall, and in terms of strength, they're half a point weaker than orcs.

However, these trolls who came down from the march were extremely tired, and their combat effectiveness was more than a notch lower.

Looking at the group of trolls in front of him who couldn't even attack the city walls, Woking's expression was very cold, among these trolls were his former clansmen, he could even name them, but now they have completely become cannon fodder.

"Ahhh I seem to have seen a few acquaintances. Just as Woking was grieving for the trolls who had died because of their loss of freedom, the obnoxious voice of Winoxis suddenly rang out.

"Look, who is this? Isn't this the kid from the Dark Spear? I can't believe that you obeyed the orcs in order to survive. Winosis appeared at the front of the battlefield at some point: "Why isn't that old guy Senjin here?" Or is he licking the ass of the orc chieftain? ”

Former enemies will laugh at you with the face of a victor, and everyone will be very angry.

"I'd love to know if talking stinks when you're only left with one head."

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There is a reason why Vinnosis appeared, the wooden fence walls of the orcs are made of thick and large trees, and the walls are covered with spikes, and the trolls who are physically exhausted cannot attack this wooden wall, and even setting fire to it will be dispersed by the shaman, so Vinnosis plans to go up and solve this problem himself.

Although these trolls are cannon fodder, they can't die too worthless.

After taunting Woking, he began to exert his authority.

Most of the powers bestowed on him by the snake god are poisonous, and animal gods like Heather are also like wild spirits, who can give their sacrifices the ability to transform into snakes.

In fact, in a way, Vinnosis is no different from those druids, except that he is stronger.

He pulled out a bottle and smiled weirdly at Woking.

"Oops! Get off the wooden wall! Woking's face changed, he recognized the bottle, every troll knew it, it was a goblin, the most precious gift the gods gave to their worshippers.

In fact, this kind of goblin is of no use to other races, but is priceless to trolls, and some powerful witchcraft requires goblins as a spell casting material.

Any witchcraft that requires goblins is very powerful, that's the consensus among trolls.

Winoxis gently opened the bottle, looking at the liquid inside with some obsession, the liquid could not tell what color it was, it seemed to have an infinite number of colors.

This color, even if Vinnosis has been looking at it for hundreds of years, he still can't get tired of it.

A serpent scepter was inserted in front of his eyes, and then he carefully poured the demon spirit on the scepter, and the snake head carved on the serpent scepter seemed to suddenly come to life, its eyes appeared infinitely bright, and the body of the scepter began to sway.

Then Vinnosis began to dance at the Serpent's Head Scepter, well, its practical dancing god is more appropriate.

Countless poisonous gases erupted from the snake's mouth and quickly spread to the wooden wall, which was originally hard and magically endowed with it, and immediately began to wither and rot.

"Don't come into contact with these fogs!" The wooden wall soon collapsed, and due to Wojin's lack of leadership, his order to retreat made some of the orcs hesitate, and some of the orcs did not leave their posts in the first place, which caused them to be chased by the poisonous fog that followed.

Without any hesitation, Wojin immediately took out a bottle of magic spirits from his storage bag, these precious things he had never been willing to use more, but now he couldn't care about it.

Since the Darkspear tribe was driven out of the Valley of Thorns, they have lost their gods, and they have also lost the source of their elves, most of which were acquired, and those adventurers stumbled upon this useless thing after killing the trolls, and threw it into the store.

In fact, those things were bought by the Darkspear Tribe.

But how many trolls are there with goblins? How many will be killed by adventurers?

So Woking won't use these valuable items until the critical moment.

But now it has to be used.

Surprisingly, Woking's method of using the goblins is very similar to that of Vinnosis, the same is to place the bottle on the ground and then dance the gods.

The power possessed by each sacrifice comes directly from their gods, such as the great jumping god in front of him, Vinosis, who is endowed to him by the snake god, is the power of poison.

And the god that the Darkspear tribe believes in, his name is Boang Samdi (a god whose true body is unknown, the troll later appeared in the mission, but in the form of a troll), compared to other LOA gods, Boang Samdi has no sense of existence, after all, he is only a god of a small tribe, not to mention that this small tribe almost died, until a long time later, Wojin gathered more trolls to join him, and Boang Samdi responded to Woking's call again.

However, although he is a god of a small tribe, Boang Samdi's ability is not ordinary, he has no special strength, but one thing is very commendable, his sacrifice can use a skill similar to invincible.

Or the group is invincible (except for the sacrifice himself).

So, after those orcs were contaminated with the poisonous mist, the moment they felt the itching and stinging of their skin, a strange shadow enveloped them, and those poisonous mists were all excluded.

"Now is the time! Kill him! Woke yelled at these orcs while picking up the great gods, and with the lesson of the last time, Wojin became more authoritative in the eyes of these orcs, so they didn't say a word, raised their axes and rushed back.

"Hahahaha! The ridiculous power of Biansamdi, as long as you die, this witchcraft will be self-defeating, come on, let me see how long you can hold on. "It looks like Vinnosis looks down on the gods of Woking.

Under his control, the Viper Scepter shoots venom arrows one after another, and it is conceivable that as long as Wojin is contaminated with these things, he will basically have to confess here.

What a ridiculous flaw...... Vinoxis thought so, but his expression quickly froze, as a golden light enveloped Woking.

Vinoxis noticed that the guy who released the golden light shield was an orc behind Woking.

"The light of humanity?"

"Nope! I'd rather call him, Orc Anshe. The orc replied.

The Holy Light Shield was corroded quickly, but fortunately, during the time that the Holy Light Shield was holding out, those orcs who were in an invincible state had invaded the vicinity of Vinnosis.

Due to the indiscriminate damage of real-world spells, Vinnosis has no teammates by his side.

"Come and help me!" Vinnosis yelled at the Hakalai Priest behind him, and the Hakalai Priest struck, and the orcs around him turned into frogs, and there was a croaking sound all around him.

"Stupid, do you think you're the only one who has a helper? Come on, let's go on like this, see who can have the last laugh, how many goblins do you have to squander? Vinnosis laughed at Woking, who had nothing to fear due to the powerful corrosiveness of his poisonous mist, which would corrupt any ranged attacks, including spells and bows, before he even got close.

"Of course we're the ones who will have the last laugh." He was answered by another shaman, who slammed his hammer against the ground, and Vinoxis suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

The ground shook suddenly, and Winnosis's heart suddenly chuckled.

The casting of this sorcery requires the witch doctor to dance non-stop, which is similar to the spell guidance of a trick like Fire Rain, so if he is unsteady on his feet, or if there is a pause, the result is of course self-evident.

He was catapulted, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly bounced up like a seesaw, and Vinnosis flew up with a stunned face.

The poisonous mist slowly dissipated, and without the guidance of the sacrifice, those demon spirits could no longer transform into poisonous mist, and Vinoxis, who was bounced forward, sat on the ground like a little girl, and looked at several hunters who were not far away with their longbows shivering.

"That...... I'm also forced, can you give me a chance to change? ”