The city of Zuaman, the former capital of the Troll Empire, was now in a sea of fire, black smoke filled half of the city, shouts of killing came and went, and the pungent smell of blood mixed in the wind, drifting far away.

Although the large army of trolls has been routed and scattered, as the capital of the forest trolls, there are still many troll residents in Zuaman, and some trolls who are not afraid of death rush out of the corners and alleys, wooden houses and low houses, and launch suicidal attacks on the elves.

Among them are soldiers, but more are civilians, who come one after another, and are not afraid of life and death at all.

All the people are soldiers, bloodthirsty and brutal, and the reputation of the forest trolls in the Lordaeron continent is not in vain, but in the face of the High Elf battle array gathered together, they can only fall in a pool of blood one by one.

Bloodstained all over their bodies, their armor and swords dripping with blood, the faces of these High Elves were filled with a strange light, mercilessly harvesting the lives of any troll who dared to appear before them.

It's not that the elves are cold-blooded and ruthless, but the hatred of thousands of years, the huge differences in race and culture, so that they can't regard these trolls who still retain the custom of cannibalism as intelligent beings of the same kind as them, because of their size and face, they can't even tell whether the trolls who are attacking them are men and women, children or old people, so naturally they will not have the slightest mercy.

On the blood-soaked and mutilated path, the High Elves fought their way from the gates to the altar in the center of the city, their morale high beyond measure.

This is Zu Aman. The capital of the trolls, the last refuge of the forest trolls, its destruction means the complete demise of the troll empire, and since the High Elves landed in Lordaeron, thousands of years of troll wars will also end in the hands of their thousands, what a glory!

Because of the excitement and excitement, the pretty faces of these elves even turned red slightly, especially the nearly five hundred elven knights, looking at the figure standing at the front of the team and bringing them victory. The fanaticism on her face moved Aurelia as a high-ranking general. In her long military career. She had never seen these tranquil elves look like this.

However, looking at the majestic figure holding a blue-purple giant sword, wearing golden-red armor, and long hair flowing in the wind, Aurelia had to admit it. Their prince is excellent beyond can't be compared. Follow him. Even she was a little sunk, let alone an ordinary elf.

And standing beside her, her sister Sylvanas. There were also colorful ripples in his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, looking at the back of the striding forward, I didn't know what I was thinking.

Being watched and worshiped by the elves under his command, Mo Wen didn't feel much, he silently commanded the phoenix to cross the sky, burning the entire city, but his attention was always on the altar not far away.

In order for the High Elves to completely get rid of the old rival of the trolls and grow stronger, one is to kill their living forces, and the other is to kill their leader Zurkin,—— without this old guy jumping up and down, then the trolls are a coil of loose sand, there is no need to worry at all.

As for exterminating all the trolls, Mo Wen never thought of this idea, don't look at how easy it is for them to fight Zu Aman, but if they really kill all the forest trolls in this jungle, then they must die in the end. Trolls are gathered in the form of tribes and clans, although there are many trolls in Zuaman City, but there are more trolls in this jungle, and in jungle warfare, the elves do not have an advantage, and the advantage of the mage is weakened, and the rangers alone are probably not the opponents of those troll warriors who use javelins and axes, in Mo Wen's estimation, if you really want to completely eliminate the troll race, the high elves will have to pay at least three layers of army losses and a lot of time, which is extremely unfavorable for dealing with orc wars and undead disasters in the future,—— There are only a few decades left to survive, and it is not enough for the elves to recover.

Therefore, Zurkin must die, or with his prestige, it is likely to pull out another army of trolls in the jungle of Zuaman to fight against the High Elves.

Weighing the benefits and disadvantages in his heart, looking at the white-haired forest troll who came out of the altar and the troll under it, Mo Wen's killing intent had been raised to the top.

And here Mo Wen was boiling with murderous intent, and over there he walked out of the altar, looking at the handsome young man who was leading below, Zuerjin was also furious, eager to break Mo Wen's body into pieces.

At the beginning, when he heard that the High Elves were attacking in a big way, Zurgin was a little flustered, because he knew very well that as his old opponent, those High Elves were terrible, and the troll side would never be an opponent, this was not only a gap in the army, but also a gap in the top masters.

He and Malakas were the only ones the trolls could handle now, and they wouldn't be the opponents of the elves who had fallen out of the way anyway, so he ordered the Overseer Kadara to stall for time at the cost of his people's lives, and he and Malakas hid in the troll altar to carry out that dangerous plan in order to increase their strength and turn the tide of the war at the last moment.

As a result, although the ultimate goal was achieved, it successfully gained the power of the four beast gods and greatly improved its strength, but its own tribe was unexpectedly quickly defeated by the High Elves, and when they came out, even the entire Zuaman was destroyed.

What made Zulkin so angry that he almost vomited blood was that their previous estimation was wrong, the total number of High Elves on this trip was only about 1,000, and the masters only came three people (Salorian hadn't made a move yet, so it wasn't discovered), it actually didn't have to carry out that dangerous real Yàn at all, and with it and Malakas in charge, it was impossible for the trolls to be defeated by a thousand elven troops, in other words, when it saw the elven army coming, it scared itself, and as a result, its hometown was killed in one go.

Having ruled the forest trolls for thousands of years, Zurkin had never been so ashamed and indignant, and the corners of his mouth were about to bite blood as he looked at the wreckage and the smoke-filled city.

"Boy, what are you!"

The voice was as cold as ice. Zurgin looked at Mo Wen and asked word by word.

Lifting the Ice Thunder Tribulation in his hand, he aimed it at Zurkin, and Mo Wen chuckled.

"I am Kael'thas, descendant of the Sunchaser, prince of Quel'Thalas! Zulkin, on the orders of my father, came to ask for your head today, and you still don't want to come down and die?! ”

"Kael'thas, take my head?" Zurkin muttered softly twice. But he laughed angrily.

"Good, good, good! Brat. You deserve to be the son of that old bastard of Anastarian, the same arrogance, since you came to die yourself, I will kill you first. Let you be the family of the Sunchaser. The bloodline is severed! ”

"Malakas. You bring people to stop the others! ”

With a roar, Zurkin, whose eyes were bloodshot, jumped almost directly from the altar, and the giant blade like an armguard in his hand slashed towards Mo Wen's head.

Look at its back. The white-haired wizard lord Malakas stopped talking, but finally sighed, commanded the remaining guards to meet the elves, and even took action himself, against the Windranger sisters.

To be honest, Malakas actually doesn't want to continue to fight with the elves now, although Zulkin's strength has greatly improved, but he may not be able to please the high elves, others may not notice, but with its strength, how can it not notice the Salorian hidden in the elven knights? With this warrior wielding the dragon's blade, how could Zulkin be able to kill the only descendant of the Sunstrider's generation?

But it knew that even dissuasion was useless, and although Zulkin was also extraordinary in his resourcefulness and forbearance, the loss this time was too great, so big that Zulkin could not afford it. After the Troll War, the little vitality of the forest trolls was almost gone, and there was no thought of organizing an army that could threaten Quel'Salas for hundreds of years. And more importantly, this could have been avoided, and it was completely their own mistake, not to mention Zulkin, as the leader, and now even Malakas himself could not suppress the anger in his heart.

Green light spilled out of his hands, and every now and then he summoned a cloud of poison, and the Witchcraft Lord almost single-handedly dragged the two Windranger Sisters, which was certainly due to the fact that the Windranger Sisters did not reach their peak, but their strength should not be underestimated.

It's just that although Malakas completed the task assigned by Zurkin, Zurkin didn't grasp the opportunity at all, it is better to say that on the contrary, the elven prince that it didn't care much about was far more powerful than it imagined.

The green arm with the blade roared towards it, and Zulgin's whirlwind slash was far more ferocious than Kadala's, and the curled wind blade could almost cut a person's cheek, slashing one after another, wrapping Mo Wen's body without stopping for a moment.

But holding the big sword, Mo Wen folded his hands, slashed up and down, swept left and right, but he firmly blocked Zurgin's attack, the blue-purple sword body glowed with a strange brilliance, and each blow accurately hit Zurgin's arm blade, not only turning its offensive into nothing, but the force of the shock made it uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

The clanging sound of iron, after countless fights, Zurjin suddenly drew his knife and retreated, and then his hand touched his waist.

The next moment, a cold light came to his face, and he came to Mo Wen in front of him in the blink of an eye.

But Mo Wen was not alarmed, but showed a mockery on his face, and the big sword in his hand swept away the cold light that attacked in two.

"That's all you can do, Zurgin, no wonder you hid and refused to come out just now, what a waste! Tsk, the trolls have a leader like you, no wonder they have been defeated repeatedly! I wonder how many people will be willing to follow you after this battle? ”

Glancing at the two axes that fell to the ground, Mo Wen's eyes showed a hint of essence, and he sneered at Zurkin with a wicked smile.

Originally, the long-term battle was unhearable, but Zulkin was retreating, what Malakas could find, it could naturally notice it, knowing that Salorian was there, it probably couldn't kill Mo Wen, and when fighting Mo Wen, the only remaining guards under it had already besieged and killed a lot of elven knights, and if he didn't leave, I was afraid that there would be no chance, with Zulkin's heart, after calming down, he naturally knew how to choose.

But at this time, listening to Mo Wen's words, it suddenly felt a thrill in its heart, and then it found a very fatal problem. Although in the early stage of the troll war, Zulkin led the troll army to victory after repeated battles, once forcing the High Elves into a desperate situation, and its prestige is undisputed in the clan, but since the late stage of the troll war to the present, it has been defeated repeatedly, and finally can only shrink to one side, and now there are some small tribes in the depths of the jungle that are a little disobedient. In this battle of Zuaman, it did not show up at the beginning, and it did not achieve anything afterwards, which made Zulkin how to gain a foothold among the forest trolls in the future, even if his prestige was high before, it would not be able to squander it like this, unless-

staring at the young man in front of him, Zurkin's heart was ruthless, and his face began to be hideous.

"Boy, you forced me!"

Almost in a short moment, Zulkin's body swelled strangely, and countless tiny hairs popped out of its body.

"-Roar!"

The next moment, a wild roar shook the entire Zuaman, and in the vicious wind and the turbulence of the earth, a giant bear more than ten meters long swooped towards Mo Wen, and slapped it on the head with one claw. (To be continued......)

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