"His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas has an order, everyone rests on the spot for two hours, and then continues to set off!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas has an order, everyone rests on the spot for two hours, and then continues to set off!"

……

In the vast primeval forest at the junction of the Wraith Lands and Lordaeron, in a clearing cleared by man, countless human cavalry and dwarven warriors mingled, busily but methodically setting up improvised camps.

Arthas stood atop the ruins of the burned troll city, looking at the corpses of the trolls around him who had been burned to the ground, his face expressionless.

"Ah...... Alsace ......"

Winlesa stood beside Arthas, looking at his grim face and muttering about something.

"What's wrong, Winlessa?"

A smile appeared on Arthas's face, and he looked at Winlessa and said.

Because of his status, Arthas didn't have many friends, and Winlessa was one of them he cherished, and this High Elf Ranger was a trusted companion, although sometimes naïve.

"Your Excellency, she ...... Were you just arguing? ”

Wen Lesa asked with a worried expression.

"Quarrel? Of course not. Merely...... After all, Her Excellency is the queen of the red dragon and not a mortal, and her thoughts are sometimes different from ours. ”

Arthas shook his head and smiled comfortingly.

"Oh...... Then I'll rest assured, it's not good to quarrel......"

Wen Lesa nodded desperately and said with some relief.

Gianna was standing right next to Winlessa. Look at the side face of Arthas.

Although she is also a member of the mage army, Gianna has always been by Arthas's side, and is responsible for relaying the information passed on by those mage companions to Arthas.

Just when Arthas reprimanded the Red Dragon Queen. Gianna also followed Alsace; Gianna was a little surprised by the scene, because she met an Alsace who was completely different from what she knew.

In the past, Alsace, in front of Gianna, was always kind, and every time she saw the sunny smile on Alsace's face, Gianna would have a very warm feeling.

But now, when Alsace was the commander of an army. Gianna found him to be so ruthless; Even in Lordaeron's palace, Arthas could tolerate many unreasonable demands from the Red Dragon Queen, but on the battlefield. He didn't allow the Red Dragon Queen to question his plans.

Just as Gianna was busy discovering Arthas's harsh side, holding half of Arthas's arm, the whole person was attached to him with frost sorrow, and suddenly frowned.

"The hosts. Over here...... There seem to be traces of soul spells. ”

Frost Sorrow frowned. Then he said to Arthas.

"Soul spells?"

Gianna was still interested in spells, her eyes widened, and she repeated the unfamiliar word from Frostmourn's wound.

"Master, look at the corpse of this troll...... Before he died, his soul was gone...... I guess I escaped with some kind of spell. ”

Frost Sorrow, of course, ignored Gianna, whom she hated the most, and just said to Arthas.

Originally, Frostmourn naturally didn't care about such a war, but now the Red Dragon Queen almost single-handedly helped Arthas win the war, although she didn't think that the stupid dragon could be her opponent in some way. But Frost's Grief was still unwilling to be compared to her.

"Escape? Where to run? ”

Wen Lesa asked, her eyes wide.

"Tell the news. These trolls are like cockroaches that can't be killed. This will also be able to run away ......."

Arthas shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Reporting?"

Wen Lesa asked suspiciously.

"Well, report, that escaped troll soul should go back and report to their leader. …… But that's fine, the revenge of mankind itself is above board, and there is no need to hide it...... It's not a bad thing to let these trolls know that their time is near. ”

Arthas gazed long through the dense jungle in the distance, as if he could see the last enemy he had to face in the last lair of the trolls in the depths of the jungle.

When he was the Lich King in Northrend, Arthas knew that the trolls had a civilization that had never been more powerful than ever before.

But now, in the face of Arthas's almost unassailable plans and the near-crushing power of the Red Dragon Queen, what can these former rulers of the world of Azeroth do?

-- Alsace will be waiting to see what happens.

In the deepest part of the vast primeval forest of the Wraith Lands is Zuaman, the last sacred place for the trolls.

Over the past millennia, countless valiant troll warriors have been blessed by the animal gods to form powerful armies and leave the jungle to defeat the enemies of the Zuamanian Empire.

The Gulabash Empire of the South, the later Alliance of High Elves and Humans, the Zuamanian tribes, and all the powerful races they saw were enemies and enjoyed it.

As the stronghold of the Zuamaman tribe, the size of the city of Zuama is far from being comparable to that of other troll cities; From the level of the ground alone to the height of the largest altar of the gods in the city, there were hundreds of meters, and on thousands of steps, every few steps stood a team of heavily armed troll warriors, who were the most loyal guard of the troll emperor Zujin.

Guarded by these guards, the Troll Emperor Zujin, who had ruled the Amani Empire for thousands of years, was sleeping on his altar.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Despite wearing brightly colored armor and lying on a huge throne made of gold, Zu Jin's sleeping appearance did not become even the slightest bit more attractive because of this.

Rather, because of the mutilated left arm, Zu Jin was sleeping badly at this time, pale yellow saliva flowing from his mouth, soaking the lilac mask and then flowing on the armrest of his throne.

"My lord! My Lord! Oh no! Something is wrong! ”

At this moment, a troll with a somewhat clumsy figure quickly stepped on the dense steps and ran towards the top of the altar.

Along the way, the troll warriors didn't stop the troll, as he was the most trusted witch doctor of Malagoth, the Troll Emperor Zujin.

"Purr ......"

Zujin was awakened by the troll's shouting, and he shuddered, sat up straight from his throne, and stared around dimly with sleepy eyes.

"My lord, something has happened! Our city has been attacked! ”

Malagos's body seemed to be about to be forced, and he ran up to Zujin in three steps and two steps, and said hurriedly. (To be continued......)

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