(Ask for a collection,Tomorrow morning's late update,Because it feels like 7 o'clock is updated to 10 o'clock and basically no one reads.,Someone after 10 o'clock.,Try to be late.,Another:There will be a small benefit tomorrow)

The land of the battlefield is brown.

Countless years of war have accumulated, and the blood of the warriors has penetrated the land. Ironically, however, the trees here are the tallest.

"It's almost time, isn't it?"

The slaughter is over.

As the smoke rises in the setting sun, looking into the distance as the High Elves use their magic to burn the last of the corpses of trolls, Kael'thas asks Solan Liane.

Behind him, rows of mages dressed in bright red robes were gradually stopping chanting incantations.

"Yes, it's done!"

Solanlian replied with a bowed head.

The arcane brilliance of the sky was fading, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a trace of emerald green at the top of the forest of Zuaman. The land magic power of the High Elves, thousands of years later, is once again showing its power.

Quel'Salas, the country at the top of the continent surrounded by mountains, was finally completely dyed golden at this moment.

"The light of the sun has illuminated the whole of Quel'Thalas, Your Highness"

Sylvanas smiled and said to Kael'thas.

At this moment of sunset, her words seemed very profound, and at the same time, it also told Kael'thas that the place he was about to go was also the territory of the High Elves.

As a punishment for sparing Zuaman.

Kael'thas was ordered to be the new lord of Zuaman, and was banished from the world of the High Elves, to stay in Zuaman and live with the green creatures.

Until King Anastarian's pardon came.

"Kael'thas, prove to me the results of your insistence!"

He told Kael'thas that the High Elves would take over Zuaman, and that Kael'thas needed to take control of all the trolls and prove the results to Anastarian.

If he can't get the trolls to submit, then the High Elf soldiers will destroy Zuaman in an instant. And Kael'thas may also be infamous for being incompetent.

"Let's go!"

Kael'thas exhaled, worried about the heavy future, turned to Solan Lian and asked:

"Do you really want to come with me?"

"I don't know when I can come out."

How can the hatred of trolls be so easy to eliminate?

Years, decades, or even centuries are possible, but luckily none of the warriors are left, just ordinary troll poors, so Kael'thas is sure to take them under his own personal command before thinking about hatred.

Despite not believing that his father would be so ruthless, Kael'thas had to prepare for the worst. But now that he has made a decision, he will not regret it stupidly, only do his best. And from the very beginning, Kael'thas never doubted that the old and immature trolls would be able to resist them.

"No doubt!"

"I want to stay by His Highness's side."

"Honeymoon"

Solan Liane, Liadrin, and Valella, who had a flat face, all three saluted and replied.

Tibros looked at all this with a smile, and then bowed as well:

"That's my pleasure."

These four people, even if they also knew Kael'tham's choice, willingly chose to follow.

"Thank you"

His eyes flickered, and Kael'thas smiled and thanked him. His heart rejoiced, if these people did not leave him, he would definitely not be lonely.

"Sylvanas!"

Kael'thas turned to look at the blonde Ranger, her eyes the same color as his, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Let's go!"

"Yes!"

The ranks of the front line began to assemble, and then, slowly, turned into a golden wave, protecting Kael'thas and moving towards Zuaman.

Kael'thas rode on the White Bird, surrounded by the crowd, looking backwards.

In the slanting light, the mana dragons wandered, and those familiar scenery slowly faded away

[Brother, I'm sorry]

The gates of Zuaman slowly opened.

A strong smell of blood came from the surface, and the High Elf soldiers frowned, and they entered in unison with indifferent expressions.

The floor began to tremble with their neat steps, and the chocobos raised their beaks and looked at the leopards around them with contempt.

Countless trolls lined up on both sides of the road, most of them incompetent ordinary people or children, kneeling on the ground, trembling in fear

From this moment on, they went down a different path.

History has changed, and Kael'thas looks at these trolls with some sadness and joy, proving that history is made by man.

The butterfly's wings flapped and the results were considerable, and it also made him feel much less uneasy.

However, if so, will the High Elves still join the Horde?

Kael'thas agreed to the troll's submission, and one more reason was to prepare for the future. The tribe has the existence of the troll race, even if these two kinds of trolls are completely different beliefs and customs, but if these remaining old and weak trolls are slaughtered now, when the high elves will cause the entire troll race to feel bad. In the future, if anything, will they still be able to join the tribe so smoothly?

Maybe he thought too much, but now that he had a choice, Kael'thas still chose a friendlier way.

"Your Highness"

The elves parted ways, and the old troll came tremblingly and fell in front of Kael'thas.

In the space of an afternoon, the troll's eyebrows were stained with frost, and he looked as if he had aged for several years.

"You really succeeded."

Kael'thas looked at the old troll and said with some sighs:

"How many trolls are left?"

“”

Looking up at Kael'thas, Karma said bitterly:

“6013”

Including himself and the number of the team, he, more ruthless than expected, personally killed nearly three-quarters of the trolls.

The rest of the trolls are all genuinely willing to surrender. Karma, without a soft heart, as long as he doesn't trust, he will kill all of them. By his own hands, the trolls will not transfer their hatred to others.

"Yes?"

Kael'thas looked around, the trolls shivering, the golden forest, this was his new territory.

"From today onwards, Zuaman will be my territory!"

"Sylvanas!"

Kael'thas gave orders to the woman beside him, and Sylvanas, who had already been ready, answered and rode forward on a landing bird. She called out, and the elven soldiers dispersed in an orderly manner, occupying all the street locations of Zuaman.

"Let's go!"

Surrounded by a few hundred people left, Kael'thas said to Karma.

He was going to his residence, and then quickly set about arranging something.

Tomorrow morning, Sylvanas will leave Zuaman with some elves. Before that, Kael'thas and the others need to hurry up and make careful arrangements for Zuaman's defenses.

How many elves are needed, how to divide the labor, where the soldiers live, everything, is urgent.

"By the way, tell these trolls to go back, don't go out tonight."

As he walked, Kael'thas suddenly remembered this incident and hurriedly ordered Karma.

"Okay."

The old troll nodded, a warm current in his heart.

[Sure enough, this decision will not be wrong]

His Highness Kael'thas is the only one fit to be their lord.

On the one hand, because his identity gives trolls a sense of security, and on the other hand, because this highness is a man of promises.

Karma could predict that as long as His Highness Kael'thas was there, the trolls of the entire Zuaman would be better off.

They will gain a new culture, a new life, a new worldview and, will no longer live in hatred all the time.

For this purpose.

Karma decided to establish Kael'thas absolute authority, both brainwashing and oppression.

As long as they can be pleased, under the protection of this young prince, the trolls will surely usher in new glory.

Just as brilliant as the elves

"Ding"

"Loyalty reminder system updated."

"Ding"

"You can now accept the troll's loyalty tips."

"Ding"

"Troll Karma has 90 loyalty to you!"