The Spirit of the Giant Bear had become almost completely transparent under Carl's fight, and finally under the blow of Carl's energy full of holy light, the Spirit of the Giant Bear let out an unwilling roar, shattered like glass, and then dissipated into the air.

The rangers led by Sylvanas had already exchanged hands with the soldiers on the periphery of the trolls, and Karl looked at Zurkin on the side, and now in this situation, Zurkin should not be able to escape.

The mages on the city walls had also spotted Sylvanas' troops, and the young mages couldn't help but let out a burst of cheers, automatically ignoring the embarrassed faces of the old mages.

"Master Volettal, do we need to strike?" A young mage asked Volethal, his eyes full of anticipation.

Voletal glanced at him, then at the young mages next to him, who were also full of battle eagerness, and at the Silvermoon City guards, their eyes full of heat and anticipation, and he finally nodded.

"Of course, my children." Vorretar smiled slightly, "Our compatriots are fighting a bloody battle against these scum of Zuaman, they are defending Silvermoon City with their lives, how can we stand idly by. ”

The young elves had excited smiles on their faces, and they looked eagerly at the archmage, waiting for his orders.

Vorretar sighed in his heart, although he was an archmage, he did not agree with the conservative approach of the council, the elves had too little contact with other civilizations, and the world was full of threats from within and the Burning Legion, he had always believed that the Burning Legion would not give up its invasion of Azeroth.

These young people are not like those rotten nobles and old mages, they are more enthusiastic, full of curiosity and yearning for this world, they should not be bound to Quel'Thalas, they need to go to the different civilizations of the world, which can make them grow up faster.

"Get ready, soldiers!" "Show your courage," shouted Volettal, "and the enemy will be wiped out under your flames, Selamaashal'anore."

"For Quel'sala!"

The young mages shouted aloud to the archmage, and then followed Volretar down the walls.

The trolls were demoralized by the sudden attack of Sylvanas' ranger troops, and while Zulkin still hadn't given the order, the rangers shot wave after wave of arrows without hesitation, and countless trolls fell with several arrows in their ignorance.

"Don't let any of them go!" Sylvanas looked at the battlefield with cold eyes, and the bow and arrow in his hand fired arrows without stopping, piercing the trolls' throats with precision and taking away the lives of the trolls.

The rangers carried out the general's orders seriously, most of them were from the Wraith Lands, their homes had been destroyed in various ways, and it was not the orcs that they hated the most, but the mortal enemies who led the way, and now the opportunity for revenge was in front of them.

"Retreat !!" Zurkin watched countless troll warriors fall under the arrows of the elves, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife, and his personal honor and disgrace became insignificant compared to the survival of the tribe. You've already made a mistake once, so do your best to save it.

"Everyone's attention, go all out to break through!!" Malakas couldn't take care of Zurkin anymore, the elves' attacks were too fierce for the demoralized troll warriors to resist.

Almost at the same time that Zuljin gave the order, the elven mage army led by Volettar also rushed out of Silvermoon City, and the young mages had a flush of excitement on their faces, and the guards rushed to the front, holding a shield engraved with runes in one hand and a cold glittering blade in the other, guarding in front of the mages.

"Spell Ready!"

Voletal shouted loudly, with a heart-shattering fluctuation in his voice, and some of the overexcited young mages calmed down in his shouting, and their hands began to move, guiding the magic power to converge in their hands, and the battlefield fluctuated with a strong magical aura.

"Stop them!"

Without waiting for the other soldiers to respond, Zurgin took the axe from one of the soldiers next to him and rushed forward. The other troll soldiers woke up from their dreams and quickly snarled to follow their leader.

Zurgin's face was extremely cold, his heart seemed to be as calm as an ancient well, and the axe in his hand struck heavily on the rune shield of an elven soldier, and a dazzling light appeared on the rune shield, without the slightest damage, until it was smashed to the side by a huge force, revealing the elven soldier behind him.

These elven guards are all elite guards of Silvermoon City, not only are they well-equipped, but they are all selected from countless excellent warriors. The soldier didn't panic, Zulkin's axe slashed at him, and the soldier's dexterous side dodged the blow, and the blade in his hand slashed half a circle towards the neck of the troll leader, and for the trolls with strong vitality, cutting off their heads or slashing their throats was the most effective way.

Zurkin, who had regained his senses, had a lot of combat experience, bowed his head and dodged the elven soldier's blade, and then quickly kicked the elven soldier's thigh, the elven soldier lost his balance and fell to the side, and Zurkin's axe followed suit.

There was a hint of despair and determination in the elven soldier's eyes, he knew that he could not dodge this blow, he stabbed the sword in his hand with all his might, trying to inflict some damage on this powerful troll, and if he was lucky, he might be able to seriously injure the troll by tens of thousands.

"When—"

A clear sound of weapons clashing sounded, and the elven soldier looked at the strange blade blocking his neck, and his heart welled up with infinite surprise.

"Your opponent is me. Zulkin!! ”

Karl raised his hand and pulled out Zurkin's axe, and before Zurkin could reply, the starfall in his hand roared and smashed over.

"Carl Sunset!!" Zurkin blocked the starfall that was slashing at him, and the huge force came, so that he had to roll to the ground, and he stood up without this force, staring at Karl fiercely.

Karl directly ignored this guy's eyes, if you could kill people with your eyes, you Zulkin would not be the dejected hanging you are now.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you. Even if he didn't understand the principle of troll rage, Carl understood that this method of bursting with huge potential in a short period of time must have drawbacks, otherwise, trolls would not have been defeated. Zulkin had only just used rage, and Karl wasn't going to foolishly give him a chance to breathe.

"Zulkin, today you are in !! catastrophe"

Karl attacked without stopping, and deliberately provoked Zulkin with a smug tone.

As the head of the tribe who had ruled Zuaman for thousands of years, and had always made it his mission to revive the great Amani, the leader of countless trolls in Zuaman, and now that he was looking down on a human brat who had never been their only food, Zulkin's chest swelled with endless anger.

But he also knew that he couldn't knock down this hateful human in a berserk state, and now he was even weaker, and he couldn't block Carl's attack at all.

It's just that after a while, Zurgin's body is already covered with wounds cut by the moon blade, and if it weren't for the troll warriors who saw that their leader was in danger and desperately came over to block several deadly attacks for Zurkin, I'm afraid Zurkin would have fallen to the ground.

"Chief, you go!!"

Zurkin's guards kept urging him to get out of here, but Zurkin gasped and refused them, he raised his face, which was a little pale from blood loss, and saw that Malakas had led a part of the troll wizards and warriors to break through the blockade of the rangers, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of Zurkin's mouth, I hope you can let Zuaman continue and develop, Malakas, don't let me down.

Karl didn't have time to think about Malakas, he was entangled by a group of troll warriors who were dying together, and even when he flew into the sky and attacked Zurkin from above, these brave creatures still used their bodies to stop Carl's starfall, even if it cost them their lives.

Carl was not surprised, nor did he have mercy, even if he admired the loyalty and courage of these trolls, but now, as an enemy, all Carl had to do was destroy them. There is no justice or right or wrong on the battlefield.

Under the constant attacks of the mages and rangers, the remaining trolls were quickly wiped out, and only Zulkin's guards remained firmly guarded by his side.

Karl stopped, and the tip of Starfall's halberd, still dripping blood, pointed at Zurkin, who was guarded in the middle.

"That's your courage?!" Karl shook his head in a sarcastic tone, and said in a disappointed tone, "You have failed, Zurkin, and if you surrender, you may be able to get a happy death." ”

Karl's voice suddenly became fierce.

"But it will only make me look down on you! If you are still a warrior, it is the fate of a warrior to pick up your weapons and die on the battlefield!! ”

"Come on!! Zulkin!! ”

Karl's voice was loud, and everyone like Sylvanas and Volettar heard it clearly. They watched Karl and the rest of the trolls silently, and now, they were strong supporters of Karl, and even if he asked to spare Zurkin directly, they would agree to such a request.

"Boss ......"

Zurgin's guards looked at him worriedly, but they didn't know how to say it, this human is right, no matter what race, a warrior, a warrior who always charges ahead, his faith is always to defeat the enemy on the battlefield, protect his family and home, and dying on the battlefield is undoubtedly their most glorious destination.

Zurgin gently pulled away the guards who were standing in his way and stepped forward. There was still some flesh hanging from the axe in his hand, and it looked extremely ferocious.

"For thousands of years, countless humans and elves have tried to challenge me." Zulkin raised his axe, "but in the end, they all fell under my blade." Carl Sunset, you are not the first, and you will not be the last. ”

Zurkin's face contorted.

"You want to challenge me - come on!"

Zurkin used his fury again, roaring and rushing at Karl.