Alan didn't know if his mouth belonged to a crow, or if he had foreseen the future after becoming a god, and the day after he had finished talking to Mirune, the shadow of the attacker appeared on the border of the forest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unlike the cowering gnolls, these scoundrels, accustomed to the magpie's nest, seemed to have come to their own backyard, looked around, and walked their vanguard into the forest.

These trolls are a group of Amani trolls who dominate the vast eastern lands, and the leader is called Zugra, a young Zambou of the Fire Tree clan under the command of the Amani Empire. The so-called Zambu is similar to the current general, but most races in this era do not have the concept of a general, and Zambu is actually the captain of a team of hundreds.

They were the outward expeditionary force of the Amani Empire, and were responsible for attacking to the west under the orders of Najib (the commander), and they were the three clans of the Burning Tree, the Rotten Moss, and the Burning Thorn. In fact, Zugra personally asked for this forest, opening up the frontier and conquering more lands and creatures, which could bring more benefits and glory to him and his clan, and also make him stand out in front of the commander.

He was also angry that he had been sent to the touchline in the previous battle and had not played a role.

The Amani Empire, located to the east of Camlido, consisted of 7 main clans, with the exception of the most powerful Amani clan, who named the empire after them, and the other 6 clans were mostly in the middle of the pack. The smaller ones were simply dependents or slaves for them to drive like the dark trolls of the past, and perhaps because of their habits, or because of the effects of the cataclysm, their skin was covered with plants such as moss, and they were collectively called forest trolls.

Not long ago, they had conquered the meadows to the east of the Silent Forest, driving out the native inhabitants of the Bison and Jackals who lived there, and occupying large swaths of land. Against the army of trolls, the natives were nothing more than chickens and dogs, but the reason why it took so long was because they ran into the same race as them, the Dhakale trolls.

Perhaps Amani never considered these blue-skinned creatures to be his own kind, as most of them were exiles from Amani and Gulabash in the past. If you have to compare it, it's like a bunch of hooligans, criminals, robbers, and down-and-out aristocrats who have come together in the New World, and then plundered the land of the aborigines and created a nation.

The rest of the story isn't hard to guess, as the Dakale trolls want to take advantage of the fire, but the fierce and fierce Zuaman tribe, the heroes of the past against the swarms, have taught the blue-skinned fools how to be trolls. After the defeat, Dakale's army was forced to retreat back to the Northlands, but apparently not so willingly and completely. Skirmishes continued, and the armies of the Amanda tribe had to halt their westward expedition and garrison the steppe to clean up the mess, while also cutting off the idea of going south to Dakale.

But it would be stupid to keep sending troops here to defend and do nothing.

Najib (commander) Tasada of the western front of the Amani Empire felt that it was more than enough to combine the forces of the three clans to deal with the group of guys in the north, so he divided the other three clans into three small wave armies and went to explore in the west, southwest and northwest directions.

Zugra finally raised his eyebrows this time, and he recommended himself to Tasada to seize this rare opportunity, and he and the trolls of the Fire Tree Clan he led had stumbled into the border of the Silent Forest.

Originally, according to their agreement with Najitasada, after discovering the native fertile land, they would immediately return to report, and Tasada would decide the next movement of the army.

But the thirst for profit, and the nerves paralyzed by the weak adversaries he had always met, Tasada found an excellent excuse to indulge his ambitions and convince his equally radical compatriots.

"Listen to me, Najib has sent us here to find out what creatures live in this forest, how many people there are, and what kind of combat power they have. If we go back the way we came, and Najib asks these questions, how do we answer, and what's the point of the reconnaissance? Instead, you were laughed at by the Bad Tooth and the Rotten Moss, would you like that? ”

"No!"

The trolls themselves are belligerent, and the slightest flirtation of such a cup instantly clangs the weapons in their hands.

"Good!" Tasada shouted, a sinister smile tugging at under his sharp fangs: "Let the chickens and dogs of this forest see it, noble and powerful fire tree!" Together with the Zuaman clan, we have fought off the Zerg, destroyed countless enemies that stood in our way, and those who dared to resist are now either reduced to dust or trembling on their humble knees. Haha, now, grab your stone axes and spears, and follow me to conquer this forest! ”

"Hulaha!"

"Hulaha!"

The trolls jumped and shouted, and some of them flapped their mouths and cooed, startling the birds in the forest.

It was a ritual performed by the trolls of the forest, or a ritual peculiar to the pre-war period, and such an unconventional movement immediately attracted the attention of the sentinels in the forest, even if the object of their initial warning was not the uninvited trolls.

"It's a troll."

The Night Elf sentinels hide between the treetops and leaves, glancing at each other and gesturing to each other.

"Which tribe is it from?"

To be honest, they don't know much about the forest trolls, their former kind, because the older generation knows that the war is dead, or left forever in the foothills of Mount Hyjal, and the history of the so-called dark trolls and other trolls of the remaining younger generation only exists in the nostalgic stories of the elders.

Naturally, they didn't like the other trolls, because Baird deliberately played up the brutal and horrific parts of the story in order to prevent the young people in the clan from going out - maybe not, at least it was true that the guys ate their enemies alive, cut off their heads, gouged out their right eyes, stuffed them with gravel and threw them into the boiler to stew.

Trolls mostly believe in the way of the soul, and they believe that doing so will weaken the souls of their enemies and thus destroy them once and for all.

For this, perhaps the Night Elves must be thankful that their old leaders of the past did not carry this gadget into their clans.

The Night Elves looked at each other for a long time, and they didn't know which tribe of trolls it was, but they didn't forget that their mission was to deliver information like Zugra, and soon, the sentinels passed the news of the appearance of the forest trolls to the leader of the camp, Aishara, along with Alan and the others.

Mirune looked at Eren in horror, she now felt that her master had some kind of divine power in the dark that could foresee the future, but as everyone knows, although Eren was calm on the surface, he was wild and turbulent in his heart.

And by the time the Night Elves turned back to deliver the news, someone had already been killed in the forest.