Top floor of Cinchero

The thick blood had filled the entire pond, the smell of blood filled the air, and the corpses of the forest trolls were scattered everywhere, a complete picture of the end of the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Shadra's avatar was a giant brown spider, with chains of blue lightning pulsing around her limbs and legs, and she lay motionless in a pool of blood.

Mandogir was well aware that Shadra was being transformed by the Blood God Haka, and when her consciousness was completely annihilated, she would become the Blood God Haka's most powerful weapon of war in Azeroth.

Thinking of this, Mandogir stroked the Kinloth in his hand with his rough palm, the Apocalyptic Apocalypse, the Troll Sword he had found in the ancient ruins of the Valley of Thorns, and had always been by his side, on his quest to fight with him.

"I never thought that someone would send two holy swords to me." Mandogir muttered softly, standing on a rock, overlooking the camp below.

The army led by Locke, after defeating Zurman's army, did not immediately launch an offensive towards the last upper area of Cinchero, but was stationed in the corners of Cincaro, and still besieged Cynsalo.

This step-by-step approach was a headache for Mandokire, and although this stupid method made the siege very slow, Mandogir had to admit that at the moment, the tactic used by Locke was giving him a headache.

At least he didn't have a way to break Locke's army now, Mandokiel shook his head in frustration, and then he saw a ...... flying from mid-air Griffons.

This war behemoth is the most powerful beast tamed by the Alliance, and its thick body and griffin knight riding on its back can destroy the psychological defenses of all weak people in terms of momentum.

But Mandukir, known as the Blood Lord, reacted quickly, squatting down vigorously, avoiding the griffon's claws, and taking advantage of this gap, he thrust the griffon's belly with the Kinlos in his hand.

With a griffin scream, the golden beast descended to the top of Cinchero. The force of the impact caused the griffon to push away the mass of corpses on the ground, and finally fell to the ground wailing.

Riding on the back of the griffin was a sturdy Hammer Dwarf, wearing special windproof glasses and holding a large warhammer in his hand, the Hammer Dwarf spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, then gripped the hammer and looked at the troll warriors who surrounded him.

Naturally, they are not forest trolls, these forest trolls who believed in Haka not long ago have become sacrifices to Haka's blood sacrifice.

The Gulabash Jungle Trolls are faster and more skilled in using weapons than the Forest Trolls, which means that, in a sense, the Jungle Trolls are more powerful.

The Hammer Dwarf seemed to realize his desperation, and the muscles in his arms began to harden rapidly, and then charged at the Gulabash trolls beside him.

But such an act can only be exchanged for death.

Mandogir stared at the embarrassment of the Hammer Dwarf in front of him, and he did not go up to end the Hammer Dwarf, allowing his men to die continuously.

"According to the report, the Hammer Dwarves are building tunnels in the Arathi Highlands while rushing to Cynsaro, and are expected to be able to fend off Cynsaro tomorrow." It was a female troll who spoke, and her rich robes showed that she was a noble troll, and furthermore, the staff that could only be held in her hand could only be held by a troll priest.

This shows that she is a troll priestess, and there is only one remaining troll priest left at the moment, and that is the priest of the spider goddess Shadra.

Mandogir snorted, his grip on Kinloth had never let go, and his eyes had never taken their eyes off the Hammer Dwarf's movements.

"Hasn't Shadra given in yet? Couldn't you have done anything in it? Mandogir looked at the Hammer Dwarves not far away.

This sturdy brute hammer dwarf had been wounded a lot by several troll warriors, and the griffin behind him had just been pierced through the throat with a spear by a jungle troll.

The smell of blood in the air was heavy again, and Marro's face was very helpless: "I am a grasshopper on the same line as you, and I can't talk about the possibility of doing anything else." ”

"It's just that I didn't expect that the priestess named Hysins would actually be able to escape from the heavily guarded Cynsalo."

Mandogir snorted coldly, and the Hammer Dwarves not far away let out an earth-shattering roar, and then launched a fierce attack on the jungle trolls.

The griffon is dead, and every Hammer Dwarf has raised a griffon as a fighting mount, and they consider it their family.

The madness of the Hammer Dwarves did not last long, although the Hammer Dwarves were quite powerful, but after all, there was only one dwarf, and there were more and more forest trolls coming around.

Soon, the Hammer Dwarf was dead in front of Mandogir.

"If only every Brutehammer Dwarf had such a powerful fighting power." Mandokir moved his gaze away from the dead Hammer dwarf's body, "Then we're in big trouble. ”

"Giggles." Marro laughed, and she looked at the corpse of the Hammer Dwarf not far away, the flesh of this alien race obviously could not be sacrificed to Haka, but could only be eaten by the surrounding velociraptors.

She looked playfully at Mandokir beside her: "Blood Lord Mandokir, your ambition has finally disappeared, although the Brute Hammer Dwarves are powerful, we have the help of demigods." ”

Saying this, her eyes were full of fanaticism, and she walked to the incarnation of Shadra in small steps: "Great spider goddess, your will will be mine, your wish will be mine, all the desires of mortals are nothing but long lives, but you ......"

Mandokiel watched coldly as Marro's figure walked towards Shadra, his heart full of doubt, for the first time in his life he was puzzled by his plan.

Why the long-term war did not bring him benefits, and whether the immortality promised by Jindu can be realized is another matter.

He slowly stroked the Kinros in his palm, the greatsword dancing beautifully in the morning light, and he smiled with satisfaction. But he soon couldn't laugh anymore.

A shadow appeared on the face of the sword.

Mandogiel looked up, and in the middle of the sky, a group of layers of griffons flew in.

These griffons are not wild griffins, but dwarven domesticated griffins, as can be clearly seen by the color of their coats and the neat queues on their bodies.

"The Hammer Dwarves are here after all." Mandukil said coldly.

In the sky, there are layers of griffons, and below Cincaro, Locke's army. (To be continued.) )