"High Elves, I'm Malakas, High Priestess from Zandalara, and I ask your commander to speak."

The other party walked to a stop about thirty meters from the inner outer front and shouted loudly.

At the same time, the young man turned his head to look at Uncle Leonic, only to see that the other man jumped lightly, and crossed a height of three meters to the top of the carriage.

"Trolls, put away your demagogic tricks, Queldore is not afraid of sacrifice!"

The warrior's battle cry was like a booster, soothing the soldiers' anxiety and anxiety, and Roland even had a feeling of enthusiasm and the urge to go into battle to kill the enemy.

"Valiant warriors, trolls have always respected the brave, please report your name." The troll priest remained unmoved, his deep eyes staring silently at the heavily armed warrior.

"Leonik Blonde."

"Leonik, I know the name", Malakas narrowed his eyes, as if recalling something, "by the way, a hundred years ago in the war, I heard of your prowess at that time. ”

"Valulant warrior, I am not the enemy who followed Zulkin in this war against you. What I bring is the goodwill of the Zandalar tribe. ”

With that, he stopped and beckoned backwards.

"Of course, an indispensable gift."

As his words fell, a dozen sturdy troll warriors stepped forward carrying the corpses of two High Elves.

"I believe you are no strangers to these Adventist traitors, Zandalar respects the brave and hates traitors."

The Troll Priest waved his hand to the blue-skinned Troll Warriors and continued, "Their leader betrayed Taquilin to Zulkin through the Troll Advent. ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky to the north, "I believe that now that the battle has begun, we will leave the Wraith Lands next, and if you wish, you can choose to stay where you are or return to Taquiline, Zandalar will not be hindered in the slightest." ”

With that, he turned around and slowly walked into the array of trolls. It didn't take long for the army of trolls to retreat to the south like a tidal wave.

"Why don't you let me kill him!" Sylvanas' eyes cracked, and her finger was cut by the bowstring with a deep wound.

"I can't risk everyone's lives, and the other party is a high-ranking priest."

Leonik sighed, patted the other man on the shoulder, and began to send scouts to the north and south to investigate the situation, while having people deal with the dozens of corpses left behind by the trolls.

"Passaren, how's it going?"

"I sent an esoteric message before the trolls came, but I haven't heard back from Taquilin yet."

Mage Tie blushed, obviously thinking of what might happen, "The other party seems to have cut off the spell passage between this area and the outside world, although I don't know how they did it. The enemy is well prepared, and we must now return reinforcements. ”

Leonik nodded, "When the scouts from the south return, if the enemy is not lying, then we will all return to Taquelin." ”

The night breeze is quiet and gentle, gently brushing people's faces, and you can feel a slight coolness on the skin, like a lover's touch. It's a pity that not a single guy in this team can have this kind of thought, and there is only one thought in everyone's hearts - Taquilin!

They were Roland and his party, and after the scouts confirmed Malakas's promise, Leonik ordered the wagons and goods to be left behind, and all the troops marched towards Taquilin. Their station is only about 100 kilometres from Taquilin, and with horses and chocobos, it only takes an hour to drive back.

More than half an hour later, about ten kilometers away from Taquilin, everyone stopped under the command of Leonik and rested in place, while several scouts still rushed towards Taquilin to reconnoiter the enemy.

"Why didn't they do it to us?"

Even after resting, Sylvanas did not leave the chocobo, but looked to the north rather anxiously. In the distance, there was a red fire, and it was clear that the previous trolls were not lying, and Amani had made a move on Taquelin!

"The troll has mentioned Zandalara's name several times, apparently trying to tell us that this war has nothing to do with them." The elven mage still kept a cool head, and even when Taquelin was in front of him, he didn't panic in the slightest.

As a veteran of TBC's devastation, Roland knew in his heart that Malakas was the original Zuaman troll, but according to the records, he was said to have studied witchcraft in the Zandalar tribe. Of course, he couldn't say these things now, first, he had no way to explain where he got the news, and second, the more than half an hour of upheaval made him feel as if his skeleton was scattered!

Now he doesn't have the heart to get involved in other people's affairs, because he is squatting aside to help the chocobo to vomit! Motion sickness in the previous life, and motion sickness in the present life, it is really eight lifetimes of mold......

"Do you think we're going to trust him so easily?" The female ranger was clearly carried away by anger and lost her mind to think.

Leonik, who was standing on the side, took over the conversation, "No, he just needs us to live to get the word out, as for the relationship between the last two races, it's not for us to decide." ”

"Yes, I don't need them to believe me, they're just my mouthpiece." The tall troll priest spoke to the warrior next to him as he walked south.

"Gayale, Zurkin has finally sent you among the four warriors to follow me, and from today you and I will be the last leaders of Amani."

"If the predictions of the Adventist are true, then it is possible to restore the glory of the Troll Empire only by uniting all the trolls, but I don't believe them." Malakas looked at the night in the distance, his eyes full of helplessness and wisdom.

"Most of the troll tribes have lost their heritage for a long time, and they live like wild people in the jungle, and in the event of a major disaster or invasion by foreign enemies, they may be completely destroyed."

"A few years ago, I learned about the history of trolls and witchcraft in the Zandalar tribe, but that was only thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago, and we still haven't innovated at all, yes, innovation, I like that word."

As he spoke, he tugged on the reins.

"We must constantly renew our culture as humans do in order to have a place in this world, and isolation can only lead us to death. The wise Zurkin clearly saw this, otherwise we would not have been able to take half of our people. But for him, the glory of a warrior outweighs the responsibility of being a chieftain, so he chose to embark on this path of death while removing some internal instability for us. ”

At this point, he glanced at the warrior who was about to speak.

"As for your question, if we take the Zandalar trolls behind us to attack these elves, we may be able to tie the Zandalar tribe to a ship hostile to the High Elves, but what good will it do to the trolls and the remaining Amani people? It's nothing more than Zandala having one more enemy, and Amani will be spit on by all the trolls for their meanness. ”

"One day, we trolls will come back, as the masters of this continent."

What is a hero, there is such an explanation in Baidu Encyclopedia: selfless, selfless, brave and brave for the interests of the people, admirable people.

To be honest, Roland didn't want to be a hero if he had to choose, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, but now, under the "coercion" of a group of indignant High Elves (forgive me for not finding a better word to describe this guy), he had to carry a longsword that he had barely used, and set out on the road to Taquelin.