Daxalon, the fortress that has brought together the blood of generations of Dhakale trolls, has always guarded their homeland, the southwestern entrance to Zudak.

It was also because of this fortress that the Dhakale trolls began to expand without worry.

With the rise of the Lich King and the fall of the Elder Nerub Empire, the once worst enemy of the Dakarai trolls, the frost trolls, who have lost their old enemies, have finally reached their peak under the leadership of the frost lord Malak!

However, what everyone did not expect was that at the peak and most glorious moment of the empire, this fortress, which had placed their blood and hope, ushered in the biggest crisis since its construction

Malak, the Frost King, was standing at the top of the Daxaron Fortress at this time, holding his beloved Soul Burning Heavy Sword Zerat, looking up and quietly staring at the three undead fortresses in the sky, but his heart slowly sank to the bottom.

He had led his people in several fierce battles against the Undead Scourge under the fortress of Daxalon.

Thumped! The trolls kept the sea of undead out of Zudak at a fraction of the cost.

Even the least once, with less than 10,000 troops, held Daxalon. But now, in the face of a familiar enemy, he felt powerless

Trolls, one of the oldest races in Azeroth, have kept in touch with several large tribes and empires after their defeat to the Night Elves tens of thousands of years ago.

They meet every once in a while, and the last time was six years ago

At the time, the Frost Trolls were thriving and Malak was ambitious. Amani trolls and Zurkin vows revenge, desert trolls run rampant in Tanaris, and Gula Bus dominates Thorn Valley. They agreed to meet again in six years to discuss preparations for the rebuilding of the Troll Empire!

As early as half a year ago, Malak was ready to cross the ocean. Only dragged out by the dispute over the Grizzly Hills. Half a month ago, I finally made up my mind to set off.

Unexpectedly, when he first arrived at Daxalon, the bear monsters didn't know what was going on, so they blocked his way and put on a showdown to the death.

Just half an hour ago, he was so ambitious that the 25,000-strong army inside the fortress had poured out, ready to defeat the bear monster and take over the Grizzly Hills in one fell swoop!

He sat on a makeshift throne inside the fortress and waited for the good news to come in order to get the perfect fortune for his trip. Then he waited for the three Scourge Floating Fortresses, Voltarus, Zel Lamas, and Cole Lamas.

Malak immediately sent a distress signal to the army of Sebharak, and at the same time summoned the nearest troll tribe to enter the fortress to help defend it.

But time was short, and only more than a thousand tribal warriors had time to enter. The fortress was besieged by the Undead Scourge. With his personal guard, there were less than four thousand men.

Although he was a little incredulous, he still smelled of conspiracy from all kinds of coincidences!

After a long silence, Malak suddenly shouted in a deep voice:

"Gardara!"

"My king." A stout troll with a fuchsia punk head walked up from behind and fell to one knee.

Malak threw out a quaint ring and ordered: "I command you, take my personal guards, and immediately break through and return to Gudak, and swear to resist the natural disaster!" ”

"No!" Gardala habitually accepted orders. But when he looked at the ring in his hand, he immediately objected, saying, "My king, Gardara, will make a way for you!" There can only be one king in Gudak, and that is you, the great Frost King Malak! ”

Malak shook his head, "No, I'm not leaving Daxalon, I'm going to wait for my warriors to return!" ”

"Gardara, if I fail, you will be the most powerful warrior of the frost trolls, and only you can command the people of the kingdom!"

As he spoke, he suddenly burst into tears: "In the name of the Frost King, I order you to break out immediately!" ”

"Yes!" Gardara nodded with difficulty: "Great Frost King, I will be in Gudak, waiting for your return!" ”

After speaking, he walked down to the top floor without hesitation. Hundreds of tall ice troll warriors around him knelt down in salute to Malak at the same time. Then got up and followed Gardara. On the platform, there were only three figures left

Malak, a troll guard, and a female ice troll in a robes of all fours.

Thrust Zerat into the ground, Malak walked over to the female troll, reached out his hand, and took the small package in her arms with unusual softness

The little ice troll girl fell asleep peacefully, her thumb in her mouth, and a little canine tooth or two from time to time.

"My little princess, I hope you can stay away from strife and grow up in peace" The powerful hero, the Frost King of Megatron Draenau, at this time showed a mesmerizing tenderness, a hideous face, and seemed so kind.

The female troll stepped forward and hugged the father and daughter, with a big smile on her face: "Impossible. As the daughter of the Frost King and me, the High Priest Thea Loye, her life is destined to be ordinary."

"As long as she's happy." Malak glanced at his wife, but did not refute, then turned his head: "Daruku, my most loyal captain of the guard!" ”

The last remaining troll, fell to one knee.

"Take them with you, and leave through the secret passages," Malak said, returning his daughter to his wife.

Daruku's eyes flickered and he nodded decisively: "Swear by my life, great frost king!" ”

Seeing his wife and daughter walk down under the protection of Daruku, Malak drew his Soul Burning Sword and looked up at the sky: "Men of the Lich King, I want you to understand the wrath of the Frost King!" ”

On the battlefield on the south bank of the river, with the participation of the blood elf fleet, the trolls had suffered heavy casualties in an instant, but Tur Furious Claw did not have much joy, but ran back in a panic, only Xie Feng's nose asked: "Alex, you actually colluded with the Scourge Legion?!" ”

"Shut up, black bear!" Xie Feng directly drew out the wind sword: "The hatred between the blood elves and the natural calamity is even greater than you think!" You'd better understand what you're saying. ”

Tur's face changed slightly. But he still stared at Xie Feng until he felt more and more hostility and even murderous aura, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, Alex." After all, you have a precedent."

He didn't find any flickering or flinching in Xie Feng's eyes, coupled with the unrivalled hatred between the blood elves and the natural calamity, he reluctantly believed his words.

"The command of the Scourge Legion is not all stupid!" Xie Feng gave a meaningful warning, randomly ignored the bear monster, and continued to stare at the battlefield.

On the South Bank, the situation is now clear, and the trolls are beginning to rout on all fronts, slaughtered by the bears

But at the same time, in the southern Sword Bay, Garinde Charon was sitting upright in the conning tower, when a rapid, sharp horn suddenly sounded outside

"Alert?!" The Ranger Commander's expression changed drastically.

Outside, the scout on the watchtower ran in with an anxious face: "My lord, it's the Viku people! At least above three thousand, we are powerless to stop. (To be continued......)

PS: Writing this today, it's just a little helpless, Malak, as the king of the frost trolls of Sugar Candy, actually ran to other copies as a monster, and it was a bit rubbing, and the strong man who was rampant in the North Pole didn't have his own model in the database, but it appeared in the form of an elder council, and some were unwilling for him

Of course, it's also to take revenge on a certain dead existence.,I actually wrote Alex that way.