On the largest altar in the city of Zuaman, Zujin frowned tightly and sat on his throne, watching the large group of war lords in front of him arguing.

When the news of Draka's defeat came, Zujin was not too surprised, even if he had a supreme superiority over his own race, he did not think that three thousand trolls could defeat tens of thousands of human troops with the help of dragons.

However, it is clear that the death of Draka caused great panic among the war lords under Zujin's rule, and many of them became hesitant about the side that won the war.

"We should kill them, find those humans, and let them know who is the master of this forest!"

A warlord shouted.

"That's right!"

"That's it!"

"Trolls are masters of the world!"

……

Most of the Warlords supported this view, and they shouted loudly and correspondingly.

"And then? Wiped out by the dragon's breath? I think we should give up the outer territories, concentrate our forces, and then fight humanity in a decisive battle. ”

A Warlord has a different opinion.

"If we gather together, won't the dragon's flames scorch us? Our cities aren't going to be scorched yet! ”

Objections were raised at the first time.

"Zuaman is our last stronghold, there is a thousand-year-old shrine here, and the power of the gods has been strengthened here to the greatest extent, and it is impossible for us to be defeated by humans here."

The Warlord replied confidently.

"Also to ......"

"In any case, Zuaman is safe ......"

……

The Troll War Lords, who had originally advocated actively seeking a decisive battle, hesitated. Even if it's a troll, they don't want to die for nothing.

"Besides, we can go to Zandalar for help, they won't watch us be defeated by the humans; The Sages of Zandalar have more power than we can imagine. Any enemy in front of them will simply turn to ashes. ”

The warlord who had proposed the "shrink" plan said again.

"Zandalar ......"

"They ......"

……

The name stunned the Warlords for a moment, but they began to seriously consider the feasibility of the plan.

"No force is Zandalara's match, not even a dragon."

The Warlord, who had proposed the plan, added.

"That's right, that's right!"

"Dragons are nothing more than winged reptiles in front of the Sages of Zandalara!"

……

This time, his opinion was echoed by most of the Troll War Lords.

If there is any force in this world that can resist the dragons head-on, it is only the Sage of Zandalara, who has retained most of the glorious civilization of the Troll Empire of the Ancient Era.

In the oldest years. Dragons are nothing more than flying tools for trolls.

"Great Zujin, please receive my Jianyì. Give the order to shrink the power! As long as we concentrate all our forces on Zuaman and send small forces to constantly harass the human armies, we can hold them back until Zandallah's reinforcements arrive. ”

The Warlord said to Zujin sincerely.

"Your building is very good."

Zu Jin nodded and said.

"I don't like the way you speak, though. I don't like to hear you mention the name Zandalara. ”

Just when the war lord rejoiced at Zujin's words. But he heard the Emperor sit on his throne and say this.

"What?"

The Warlord was a little unconvinced of his ears.

"Cut off this guy's head and throw it under the altar."

Zukin commanded his guards.

"What? No, great Zujin, please listen to me, I ......"

The War Lord's face showed a panicked look, and he threw himself on his knees in front of Zujin, eager to explain something. But he was held down from behind by several strong troll warriors.

A sharp dagger slowly but surely slashed across the war lord's neck, red blood gurgling from the neat incision. It was poured on the huge cyan stone brick in front of Zu Jin.

"Ho ho ...... Ho ho ......"

The troll war lord desperately tried to plug the wound in his throat with both hands, but of course it was useless, and his body collapsed limply in front of Zujin, his gradually dilated pupils fixed with fear and incomprehension.

A troll warrior kicked the corpse on the ground hard, kicking it towards the edge of the altar; The smooth bluestone barely hindered the corpse's rolling, and it slid down the altar and fell heavily to the ground.

All the War Lords closed their mouths tightly, and they kept their heads down, not daring to observe the expression on the face of their Emperor Majesty.

Even the other trolls who were friendly with the Warlord were not upset by his death—not that they didn't want to, but they didn't dare.

Zujin's dominance among the trolls was absolute, and no one dared to question it.

"So, great Zujin, we are waging a decisive battle against humanity?"

Malagos stood aside to witness the qiē, and while all the War Lords were silent, the witch doctor whispered about their future plans.

"No, according to what this guy said, we will shrink our forces and call everyone back to Zuaman, while you send someone to ask for help from Zandalar and tell them what is happening here."

Zukin said to Malagos.

"Yes, great Zujin, but ......"

After all, he was the most trusted witch doctor recently, and after hesitating for a moment, Malagos glanced at the bottom of the bottomless altar, and then asked suspiciously.

Because Zujin had killed the troll war lord, Malagos thought he wasn't going to do what the guy had to say.

Now it seems that since this is the result...... So did this war lord die a little unjustly?

- Malagos thought.

"That guy, you say? Oh...... Didn't I say it, I think he was right, but I don't like the way he speaks. So I killed him, but adopted his advice. Any questions? ”

Zu Jin said confidently.

"I didn't ...... This is your jungle, you have the final say. ”

Malagos shook his head and hung his head respectfully - unless he was insane, he would never contradict Zugin's words at this time.

Malagos had lived for a long time, but not long enough for him to try with his life how high this altar really was.

"So what are you still doing here? Do you think the gates of Zu'aman will remain open forever? Hurry up and gather your men, the slowest pigs will be locked out of the gates of Zuaman! ”

Zujin banged the armrest of his throne and roared at the War Lords. (To be continued......)

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