(Thanks to Ling Xue for the 200 starting coins!!) I opened the reader's impression, and the first impression is too easy to mislead the reader, and I will look at the effect for two days. If the collection decreases, it will be closed again. ）

"Trap! Everything is a trap!! ”

On Zu Aman's tall platform, the troll leader Zu Jin roared with red eyes and rage.

"Damn it, you damn intel!!"

The ground beneath the platform was stained red with blood, and it was his officer in charge of intelligence. In the face of Zujin's anger, they were killed without the slightest resistance.

"Please Calm Your Anger"

Trembling a little, the Sorcery Lord Malakulas said to Zugin.

He could understand why Zukin was so angry, and the plan he had prepared for more than 200 years was turned over overnight, and countless soldiers died, thus leaving the country facing the shadow of total destruction.

Even Marakulas felt very angry about this, and the intelligence of those intelligence agents was about to destroy their kingdom, and they were more than innocent.

"It's time to find a way to save the situation as much as possible!"

Malakulas said, eager for Zujin to make a new choice.

"Redemption? How to get it back? Our 8th layer of strength is trapped, and those damn High Elves will put all their forces here as soon as the day dawns! ”

"Our Zuaman will be turned into ruins by their magic!!"

Zu Jin roared, his eyes fierce:

"For now, the only way to do this is to escape!"

Before the High Elves could reach the force, he could only lead his people out of Quel'Thalas, and go to the land of the humans, or Hinterland, where they had their territory, where they could take the opportunity to hide and recuperate, waiting for a new time to come.

"Escape? But there are so many ordinary people, and there are many old people and children, can we escape smoothly? ”

Malakulas asked, eyes open.

"Idiot!"

Zu Jin scolded, he can't care so much now:

"Of course it is impossible for all of them to flee! We took the soldiers, and the sturdy children and women away, and the rest was left behind! ”

Malakulas was stunned, and he looked at Zujin with some surprise, the courage of this leader was terrifying. But the anger and helplessness burning in his eyes also told that making this decision was also very difficult for Zujin.

Time is too short, and the longer you stay, the more dangerous it becomes. Zujin could not master a better way, so he could only take away the best people and hopes of his own country, and only in this way could this Amani empire be passed on.

"Obey Your Will"

Sighing, Malaculas bowed his head in response, and he walked outside, stomping a few feet of hatred as he passed the corpses of the intelligence officers.

The world of Zuaman then boiled over.

Many trolls who had been asleep in their arms were pulled awake from their dreams and told of the bad news. Their forces have fallen into a trap, and Zuaman is threatened with destruction.

Crying, scolding, and even fighting

Eventually, the trolls obeyed the orders of their god of war leader, Rent. All the soldiers, with their young women and children, abandoning the old and weak, and many young female trolls, gathered at the gates of Zuaman, in the mighty tens of thousands.

Rent looked at the sturdy, sad group with wet eyes, said nothing, waved his hand, led alone, and ran outside.

In this empire, only his strength is at the holy level, and this level of strength generally does not dare to go to the battlefield easily, because it is easy to trigger the enemy's power of the same level, thus causing the death of countless civilians and soldiers. For the sake of their people, Zujin had only fought the king of Quel'Salas once in the past few hundred years.

But now he can't do that much, and his power can crush any enemy that stands in his way, reducing the threat to his people.

A team of tens of thousands of people may be attacked by the elves frantically, but at least most of them can escape.

And the group of old, weak, sick and disabled fellows will slow down the pace of his team and deepen the danger, and at the same time, Zujin also hopes that his strength can be used to the best to protect the truly excellent people.

He knew that the High Elves had 3 mages of the same level as him, and they would appear in front of him at any time for their own reasons, blocking his team, and even Zu Jin himself was ready to die.

"Malakulas, I can die, but you must lead this group of people out of the way!"

Zujin ran, he took his long knife, and with a wave of his hand, a huge storm erupted from the knife, and the trees turned to ashes, opening a huge passage in front of him that was large enough to keep his team forward.

Of course, he didn't go head-on, but chose the side closer to the mountains, because only then would his team be faster and encounter fewer elves.

"Yes!"

Malakouras followed him closely, bowing his head in response.

He understood why Zujin would tell him that, the leader probably didn't think he would escape alive in the first place. Marakulas, on the other hand, must live, as he is researching a new way to use his powers, and if things go well, the trolls' combat power will be even higher.

He must not live up to Zu Jin's high hopes!

And at the same moment, before the High Elves could detect the fluctuation of Zujin's power, two huge meteorites fell from the sky.

They were burning, exuding a strong demonic aura, which was easy for anyone in the forest to detect, and after a moment's pause, Zujin and Malakulas were overjoyed.

"Haha, it's a demon!!"

"Demons!!"

The timing of these two meteorites was very opportune, just to cover up Zujin's aura of action. They knew that the High Elves' gaze would be drawn to it, and they would be less sensitive.

"God help me wait!!"

Zujin laughed and looked at the meteorite like a treasure, with it, he could take advantage of the opportunity to evacuate faster.

[It's not time for me to die]

He suppressed his power, and was somewhat glad that he didn't burst out of his momentum at the beginning, and now the power he wielded was legendary.

In other words, it is very likely that in order to deal with those two demons, the High Elves will definitely not send those guys at the holy level to deal with a legendary person.

The magic addicts were more concerned about the devil's peep into their sunwells than the trolls.

No one knows this better than Zukin.

"Speed up!!"

With this in mind, Zujin yelled behind him, leading the mighty trolls like a whirlwind towards the gates of Quel'Thalas

this night

In this way, the elite of Zuaman relied on the leader's decisive choice and quick reaction to break through the defense line of a small number of elves and successfully escaped from Quel'Thalas.

The only trolls in the land of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas are the soldiers who are being slaughtered in the center.

And then there's their weakened capital, Zuaman.