"My ancestors, tens of thousands of years ago, were the masters of this jungle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe last catastrophe, the land was torn apart, and the Amani trolls never left Zu Aman. ”

"Now, those human cowards have enlisted dragons for their support and want to take over my jungle...... And you persuaded me to give up resistance? Kardara, if it weren't for the respect for Zur, but with this word, I'd have unscrewed your head to feed the bobcat. ”

Zu Jin's face showed a rare serious expression, and he said word by word.

"But...... Know that you are not facing the same enemies that your ancestors faced...... Those were two gods. I don't know how hard Nalorak's soul has been hit, but I can't feel him for a while...... This means that the other three animal gods may also fall into the same fate, and at that time...... The difference between Zuaman and the other ruined troll cities is only slightly larger. ”

Caldara said to Zujin with a frown.

In fact, the Zandalar clan almost never interfered in the affairs of other races, and after the fall and division of the Zandalar Empire, they wanted nothing more than to be a chronicler of history.

But the Amani Empire was a compatriot of the Zandalar tribe after all, and it was impossible for Caldara to watch them all die at the mercy of Alekstasa the Oath of Life.

"Great Zukin, ...... Teacher Caldara said"

Malagos certainly wouldn't be on the same page as Zugin, and if he could, the witch doctor would still want to live - and he'd certainly have more opportunities to learn witchcraft from the sages when he got to Zandalara.

"Needless to say, what can even be a god? Trolls have not feared these gods since the day they were born. ”

Zu Jin waved his hand—he didn't seem to have lost faith in this war, even though the Four Gods Barrier had been battered.

"Mortals can't be the match of the gods, give up, Zujin."

Caldara shook his head, although the trolls are not afraid of the gods, but they cannot defeat the gods - the word "not afraid" exaggerates the flavor of tragedy here.

"Mortals are certainly no match for the gods...... But what about the gods? God to God, are we really afraid of that little red dragon? ”

Zu Jin snorted coldly and said.

"Where do you go to find the gods? Those animal gods don't really fight for their lives with other gods, and after so many years of fighting with Amani, you should know better than I mean by that. ”

Caldara shook her head and continued to persuade Zujin to speak.

"Maybe they won't, but I will."

Zukin replied.

"You? You're not a god......"

Caldara couldn't help but laugh, he did know that Zujin always called himself a god, but could he compare his fake with the real one?

"Who told you...... I'm not? ”

Zujin turned his head and gave Kardara a deep look, his face full of pride.

……

In the camp of humans, dwarves, and High Elves, in the tent of Arthas.

On the simple marching bed, Frost Sorrow lies there quietly, with her hands folded on her lower abdomen, looking peaceful and quiet.

Arthas moved a small stool and sat on the edge of the bed, muttering as he gently stroked Frost's sad cheek with his hand.

"Little Frost...... Are you okay...... Don't scare me......"

Arthas's tent was silent, and although his voice was small, it sounded exceptionally clear.

Arthas, who had just come down from the battlefield, hadn't even had time to take off his blood-stained armor, and he had only one thought in his heart now, that is, he hoped that the little magic sword who loved to laugh would wake up as soon as possible and call himself a master.

Frost Sorrow looked no different from falling asleep now, her small nose rising and falling slightly with her breathing, and she still wrinkled her lovely eyebrows, as if she had some nightmare.

But Arthas hadn't slept with the little demon sword since Frostmourn had taken on human form, so he instinctively thought that Frostmourn must have been injured while fighting the bear.

"Damn, it's all my fault...... I had guessed that the guy might be a troll god and a tricky one, but I still ...... Xiaoshuang, will you wake up quickly? ”

Arthas's tone was full of remorse, and to him was even more reassuring, he had no idea what was going on with Frost Sorrow.

At that moment, a slight sound of footsteps came from behind Arthas, and soon, a pair of small brown-yellow leather boots appeared beside him.

"Arthas, Lady Frost she...... Haven't woken up yet? ”

Aurelia Windranger's gentle voice was heard, causing Arthas to twist his head slightly.

"Lady Aurelia? It's you? ”

Arthas asked, surprised.

"Why not me? Do you think that if you leave us on the battlefield, we will not be able to come back ourselves? ”

Aurelia teased slightly, teasing Arthas.

"No, that's not what I meant...... By the way, damn it, it's all my fault...... What about Lady Aurelia, Muradin and Varian? Have they all been withdrawn? And Teacher Uther and Prince Danas, they're all right, right? ”

Arthas, as if he knew it now, realized that it wasn't so long ago - and indeed it is still - that he was the commander of this combined army of humans, dwarves, and high elves.

Having forgotten his duty on the battlefield because of the sorrow of the frost, Arthas was teased by Aurelia and became concerned about the condition of his army.

"It's all right, I'm here to tell you this...... King Varian Urien temporarily accepted the camp, and his and Muradin's army had withdrawn; Uther and Prince Danas seem to be in trouble, but they have begun to retreat. ”

Aurelia gave a brief account of what had happened since Arthas had escaped from the battlefield.

"That's great...... Lady Aurelia, I'm really sorry, but Frost ...... she"

Arthas nodded in satisfaction, then explained.

"I know, I know, Alsace...... If this were the case for Winlessa or Sylvanas, I would have done the same. ”

Aurelia gently patted Arthas on the shoulder, comforting him, and leaned down to check on Frostmourn's condition.

"Is Lady Frost so tired that she sleeps? I look at her...... Doesn't seem to have any problems? ”

Aurelia took a closer look at Frostmourn's condition, and despite his experience in the field, the High Elf Ranger leader couldn't see what Frostmourn was hurting about.