"I ...... Chieftain of the Desert Trolls, Ukez! ”

"It's the owner of this desert for thousands of years, and now the human race, let your leader come out and speak!"

The voice came slowly from Ukez's mouth, and then an elven girl slowly walked out of the crowd.

She's Solan Lianne.

The Supreme Commander sent by the elves can also be said to represent Kael'thas.

"There's no need for the Commander to come out and talk to the trolls, actually, I think I can talk to you too."

Layers of starlight lingered around Solan Lian, she was wearing a pale blue magic robe, the staff of blue lightning dancing in her hand emitted a faint fluorescence, and her delicate face had a hint of obvious disgust.

Trolls should be killed.

There was a burst of boos from Dalaran's phalanx of mages, and Solan Lian walked out of the crowd, most of them already knew in their hearts that the negotiations had collapsed, and that they might anger the trolls, and that their brains had already begun to recover their mana.

Locke's pupils shrank slightly, and Solan Lian could still talk and laugh in front of a master-level troll, which simply surprised him, knowing that a master-level troll can already be said to be a troll hero.

Could it be that Solan Lian's strength is still above Locke's imagination?

……………………

Just as there was a stalemate on the battlefield, a roar shook the sky from the pond not far away.

This was the first time Locke had seen a demigod other than the Lich King, and although the Wizard of Dalaran floating in mid-air was very powerful, it was obviously quite far from the demigod. Silver scales, three hideous snake heads, are slowly crawling out of the pond.

Numerous desert trolls lay on the ground, singing about the demigod Gazriela descending into the world. It is in the legend of the trolls and symbolizes the deity of calamity.

But Gazrila is not a true god, but a pet of an ancient god, and a fragment of godhead obtained by the beast after it has survived for thousands of years.

Since the dawn of the Troll Civilization, these Wild Spirits have sheltered the Trolls for their sacrifices, and they are not interested in ruling the Trolls. So at the peak of the troll civilization, they had the power of hundreds of demigods. However, these beast demigods are not able to descend into Azeroth with their true bodies, which also makes it impossible for their power to be fully exerted.

Otherwise, there is simply no race capable of challenging the dominance of the trolls.

But even so, the gods of the wilderness were able to bring their true bodies to Azeroth for a short time under certain circumstances.

"Roar! Despicable mortals, how dare you rush into my holy altar. Gazrila's mouth was filled with angry rage, and emerald green venom spewed out of his mouth flew through the air.

The venom fell to the ground, not only corrupting some of Dalaran's cavalry, but also indiscriminately killing these troll warriors.

"Don't even think about running away." A chill flashed in Gazrila's eyes, and a terrifying pillar of emerald green poison erupted from her mouth.

But there was not the slightest fear in Crassus's eyes, even the demigod-level wilderness gods did not have any fear at all.

The three archmages joined forces to form a magical barrier in mid-air, and these purple spell shields perfectly resisted Gazrila's venom attack, and after encountering the magic shield, these resisted venom quickly fell downward, and then formed patches of venom rain in Zulfarak.

Crassus snorted dullly, even the lowest beast god, the godhead fragments in its physique made it already transcend the ranks of mortals, even if the six archmages of Dalaran joined forces, it was not Gazrila's opponent at all.

The only hope is to use the number of troops to besiege it.

Gazrila stared at the three archmages in mid-air, the scales on its body began to slowly change color, from the beginning of the silver-white, gradually transformed into emerald green, and those pale green lines made the divine power in Gazrila's body gradually thicken.

Gazrila's three heads were extremely hideous, the forehead of the left head flashed with poisonous runes, the forehead of the middle head flashed with runes of destruction, and the forehead of the right head flashed with dark runes, and the divine power emanating from his body made Locke feel terrified.

"You're here prepared, because you want to kill me."

"I really don't know how thick the sky is."

Gazriela uttered the words in a stiff lingua franca, and the rainbow mist that permeated its body grew thicker and thicker, and the desert trolls below let out a cheerful laugh.

"The power of the desert trolls has been concentrated here, destroy the god of the wilderness and the desert trolls, and those trolls will completely disappear from the soil of Azeroth." Crassus roared in a high voice, inadvertently, with a hint of red dragon essence in his roar.

Soon, many Dalaran wizards and knights discovered a benefit, that is, the recovery speed of their bodies was significantly improved, often the desert troll used a weapon to cut a hole, and soon the hole was restored with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Knock knock!

The drums beat high across the battlefield, and many of the desert trolls were already in a rage, smiling and wielding their weapons and wielding great power to kill the humans who tried to fight back again and again. Hundreds of desert monitor lizards emerged from the yellow sand, and these beasts, which weighed nearly half a ton, ran with incredible momentum.

The beasts, tamed by the desert trolls, now heeded the call of the demigod Gazriela and charged towards Dalaran's army.

"Let's get out of the back."

Locke said this very calmly, he came here to upgrade, and now this situation is obviously very dangerous, if you still put your life into it for this experience, then there is a hole in the brain.

Dalaran's mage legion was on the verge of rout after being attacked by trolls and desert monitor lizards. Rows of heavily armored spellbreakers rushed out of the mage phalanx, fending off the charging troll warriors to the death, which prevented the possibility of the mage phalanx collapsing.

These spellbreakers are in small teams of thirty people, forming a defensive line, so that these desert troll warriors cannot move forward.

These spellbreakers are the elite warriors of Quel'Thalas, dressed in fiery robes and their blades dancing with orange flames, and these warriors who have survived the last troll war are the most elite beings.

Only they can withstand the onslaught of the desert trolls.

"Dallaran mages, do your best to attack those desert dragons."

Solan Lian's crisp voice echoed across the battlefield, she was now inseparable from the Desert Troll Chieftain, and after summoning a water elemental, she quickly called the shots. (To be continued.) )