The sky was just dawning.

A series of crisp drums echoed in the air above Zumashal, a melody peculiar to forest trolls, and most of the forest trolls woke up early in the morning because they were so shocked by what had happened in Lordaeron recently.

This is Zumashal, the largest city of the Rotten Trolls in eastern Lordaeron, and unlike the Rotten Trolls in the south, they are well armed and armed, and their leader is a strong forest troll warrior.

He is the Overseer of the Rotten Moss Trolls, named Tarekin.

"The sheikh marched towards Zumashal." Tarekin slowly read the note in his hand, a puzzled expression on his face, why did the berserker advance towards Zumashal?

"Send a couple of men to keep him out of here. I've got it done here. Tarekin looked at the captured humans below, a cruel expression on his face.

"Uhh

"Ahhh

The screams of the humans echoed through Zumashal, who were quickly thrown into the cauldron by the moss trolls, who let out a burst of merry laughter around the cauldron.

Not long ago, the chieftain of the Rotten Moss tribe forbade them to hunt humans for meat in the name of Zurkin, but this was just an empty phrase, and Tarekin thought contemptuously: "If you don't eat these humans, will you continue to hunt those wild boars that don't have long eyes in the mountains and forests?" ”

Tarekin sat on the highest seat of the altar and gazed at the sun rising from the side of the mountain not far away: "What a beauty, the days of the forest trolls have been so beautiful for thousands of years. ”

"Let a human ...... When our kings ...... Amusing. Tarekin spat on the ground.

The Eastern Lordaeron region hadn't become as dilapidated as the Western Plaguelands, but Locke had seen a faint decay. The grass on the ground had already withered, and the trees in the woods had lost patches of bark.

Flies flutter on the carcasses of dead boars, and these beasts that have died from the plague will soon become the source of the Scourge and pollute the land.

Locke's intentions are low to Zumashal, and although he has the allegiance of the rotten moss trolls, he knows that there are always people among the trolls who don't know what to do and try to challenge him, not only because of his human status, but also because of his thirst for power.

He placed his hand on the Blade of Suffering, the energy coming from the hilt of the sword soothed his soul, and Shadra's figure appeared beside Locke, and she pointed to Zumashal hidden in the mountains and said, "The rotten moss trolls here seem to have believed in the gods of Zuaman, and I even feel their hostility in the mountains. ”

"Locke, it's too dangerous."

Locke stopped, in fact, when Shadra's divine power slowly appeared beside Locke, he was aware of it, but he ignored it, he was not a person with an open mind, how could he be frightened by a few words from others and not dare to act.

"Shadra, I want to get the goblins, and there are enough goblins in the Moss Tribe to give me, because the plague that didn't make them die so much longer." Locke slowly drew the Pain Blade from his waist.

Boom!

The slender sound of metal echoed in the air, and Locke pointed his sword at the forest in front of him, "If they want to resist, then come." ”

The extremely cold frost echoed around Locke, his long black hair gradually turned snow-white, and Locke's skin slowly lost its blood color, revealing pale skin.

Pale blue soul fire danced in Locke's eyes, and he slowly walked into the forest of Zumashal.

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Zumashar is the only remaining troll city in the Lordaeron region, because the land is located in the mountains, and it is also in the most marginal area of Lordaeron, which has not been encircled and suppressed by Lordaeron several times, as the last city of rotten moss trolls, they cherish this city very much.

Even after the natural disaster, they still guarded the city to the death.

Locke walked slowly into this area, in fact, this mountain is a veritable rotten land, the alliance is not rare this land, and the natural disaster has no intention of exterminating the trolls in Lordaeron, so they survived.

The ground was full of muddy ground, and human skeletons could occasionally be seen in the pale brown dirt. Locke's arrival caught the attention of the moss trolls, and the long drumming echoed through the forest.

But the forest trolls didn't show up, after all, master humans could destroy their homes, and once Locke found the moss trolls' place to live, then a catastrophe would happen.

Locke didn't seem to notice the forest trolls on the nearby branches, and he walked like this, even though the forest trolls had already made a clear warning sound that didn't shake his will.

Locke already knew that the chief of the moss trolls would not follow him to this place, and he now understood why the moss trolls owned a city, but their chief did not have the ability to live in the city.

Because the commander of the moss trolls is someone else.

But that didn't stop Locke, and he gently stretched out his hand, and the light of lilac shadow danced on Locke's hand, and then a group of ghouls emerged from the dirt, and then attacked the forest trolls hiding in the branches.

Locke didn't plan to get the goblins in a peaceful way, in short, it was best to be able to be peaceful, and if he couldn't, he didn't mind using another way.

The way of blood and fire.

The Nightmare Warhorse slowly walked out of the Shadow Realm, the pale blue flames in its chest pulsing, and the soul fire in its eyes grew even stronger.

Locke turned on his horse and patted Nightmare Warhorse's ass with his sword: "Moss troll...... It's a misfortune that I dare time. ”

The power of the shadow crept up on the blade of the Blade of Suffering, turning the quaint blade into a lilac.

Zumashar didn't hide much deeper, the Nightmare Warhorse was only three minutes away from the speed of the troll city, the city was not as magnificent as it had been, it was significantly smaller than Zulfarak, and there was nothing else in the vicinity except for the towering altar and the surrounding residential houses.

The iron cauldron on the campfire was floating in the corpses of humans, and the bubbles from the cauldron made Locke's heart cold.

Before, he was a little weak in killing trolls, but now he doesn't feel that way.

Just as Locke summoned the gargoyle, from the altar not far away, Overseer Tarekin slowly descended the stairs. (To be continued.) )