"Boom!" A fireball slashed through the air and struck the spear with unmistakable accuracy, knocking it to the ground. The elven mage, who was half-kneeling on the ground, stood up with a miserable laugh: "You filthy forest trolls, if you want to capture a noble elven mage alive, I promise you will not succeed." ”

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." The fire elemental in the air jumped excitedly, and immediately formed three small fireballs beside the elven mage, flying around the elven mage. His face was pale, and a "hehe" sneer came out of his mouth: "All of you go to hell." ”

The air instantly became hot, and Locke was slightly stunned, at this distance, it was impossible for him to run out of the range of this mage's release, and in a hurry, he shouted loudly: "(Troll) Throw out all the short spears and kill this mage before casting the spell." ”

"It's too late." A sneer appeared on the elven mage's pale face, and his hands continued to gather the restless fire element in the air, and those two fireballs could explode at any time.

The forest troll's short spear throws didn't seem to have much effect, and the short spears were spread out by the invisible magic shield before they could hit the elven mage's body.

Locke took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Summon bones." ”

Behind the elven mage, a corpse quietly squirmed, and soon, a pale skeleton crawled out of the corpse of the human soldier, it roared, picked up the iron sword on the ground, and stabbed the elven mage in the back.

"Nope." The elven mage staggered forward, and the fireball in his palm slowly disappeared after a few rapid beats due to the loss of control.

"What kind of spell is this, why do bones pierce out of corpses. It's a sneak attack, human. ”

Locke said lightly: "Mage, you lost, now, you can become a sacrifice of the forest trolls with peace of mind." ”

This sentence made the three forest trolls around dance excitedly, you know, what a supreme honor it is to capture an elf mage, in a thousand years of battle, the forest troll has not caught an elf mage in a few battles!

"You guys go clean up the battlefield." Locke sat down on a stone and said slowly. He was depressed, the pulsating dark elements in his body were constantly eating away at his body, he was now a flesh-and-blood human, not an undead, the once familiar dark elemental was now his deadly poison, and he didn't want to use the skills of the Death Knight unless it was necessary.

"You've gained three hundred experience."

Locke looked at the three forest trolls who ran over excitedly, a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this is his current team, and it is also where his hope lies, he can't hope that humans will resist the upcoming natural disaster, but if it is a forest troll, then there is no big problem.

The three forest trolls handed over a bunch of loot, wanting Locke to choose first, which is also the rule of forest trolls for thousands of years, letting the leader choose the loot first. Locke gently swept over the loot and saw a ring that exuded faint magical energy, he picked it up and put it on without hesitation, not to be in a hurry to see what attributes, he said slowly: "The three of you, in the future, you will be called Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San." ”

"This name is given to you by me, this time I am going home from the hunt, I believe that no troll can win the championship, because it is only I can do it if I capture the elven mage."

"I'm going to be the champion of this hunt and then the new chief."

The culture of the forest troll is very simple, specifying who is the chief, then all the tribesmen, will consider him the chief.

The scorching sun was high, and the scorching breath formed twisted vapors on the grassland, and the vibrant green grass was silent, and sweat flowed down the necks of every troll in Deadwood Village.

Zurman was in high spirits, and he prepared many things for the hunt, such as a token of the chief's authority, and a shaman of the Haka deity from the lofty mountains of Hinterland to witness the hunt. He was trying to use this opportunity to make the entire Deadwood tribe, who believed in the god of the mountain eagle, worship the god of Haka in the south, so as to stabilize his position.

Although Zulman was the chief of the Deadwood Tribe, he was not a man of all the tribes, and the high priests of the village could say no to some of his decisions at any time. Zurman had long been tired of being criticized, especially by the old immortal sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Zulman glanced at the old priest of the Deadwood tribe behind him, only to see the old man standing in the shade of the tree, looking at the movement on the grassland.

"Knock knock!" The ground began to shake, and the sound of velociraptor footsteps made Zulman's spirits flutter, and he quickly looked over the sound, only to see a group of forest trolls riding velociraptors in the dust, waving their short spears, sprinting towards Deadwood Village. They all carried all sorts of loot in their hands, including velociraptor eggs, tarantula legs, boar thighs, and even discovered that a forest troll had the head of an orc hanging from his short spear.

"No son of mine." Zulman thought to himself, and then, he calmed down and sat back down on the stone. He prepared a lot for his son's success in the hunt, first buying a map of the Arathi Heights from the goblins, indicating the distribution of the beasts, and then finding a shaman among the priests of Deadwood Village who was willing to enchant the Wind Fury spell for his son.

Standing next to Zulman was a tall, lanky troll, a troll that was almost non-existent in the north, and in the south, they had another name, the jungle troll. He was dressed in the sacrificial robe of the blood god Haka, and held a dagger that emitted a ghostly light in his hand, which was obviously a magic weapon.

"Your tribe doesn't seem to be as weak as I thought." The jungle troll priest stared at the forest troll returning to the village and said slowly.

Zulman quickly stood up and said respectfully: "Soon, these powerful warriors will become Haka's servants. ”

It was the Haka sacrifice he had spent a lot of money on finding in the lofty Hinterland Mountains, and it was a key figure in his conversion of the tribe, and he didn't want to upset the jungle troll.

"New Doc, five."

"Crete, three points."

"Trumba, twenty points!!"

When Zulman heard the commotion, he looked over there and saw a strong forest troll waving his spear excitedly, jumping on the stone and roaring with joy. Zulman thought to himself: "This is a powerful warrior who can be my son's left and right arm in the future, and then turn this tribe into our family." ”

The sunlight was dazzling, and even trolls could hardly stare at the sun-filled grassland for a long time, and at this moment, the forest troll said slowly, "That's all you have for your people. ”

"No, the strongest warrior of my clan hasn't returned yet." Zulman said hurriedly.

As if to confirm Zurman's words, the footsteps of a group of velociraptors appeared again on the grassland, this time even louder than before.