Rumble!

Like a ball that had been knocked away, Lotherma's cries of pain and body flashed in front of his eyes in an instant, and Lan Luoston woke up in shock, and was just about to bounce off the ground when a gust of wind slammed into him.

The wind was raging, and Nalorac swelled rapidly in Lanloth's gaze, the chains snapping almost instantly, and the familiar deafening roar slammed into his eardrums, followed by two pairs of thick and powerful forelimbs.

Boom!

The shield was torn apart almost in the blink of an eye, and Lanloth could clearly feel the thick, sharp nails rubbing against his chest, and the sharp cutting sound made his pores shrink. It was as if a cold blade was moving back and forth around the neck.

Thankfully, with the help of the force field impact, Lanloth's body flew high, and he narrowly avoided the attack while the enemy's claws left several scratches on his chest.

However, due to the urgency of the evasion, Lanlos could not control the landing point at all. Falling heavily to the ground, before he had time to feel the pain in his joints, he rolled on the spot, half-crouched on the ground, staring vigilantly at the enemy not far away, the arcane energy in his hands almost turned into substance.

To his surprise, however, Nalorlac's gaze paused behind him, with a faint hint of caution, and then, with a low roar, he rushed towards the outside of the camp.

There was no doubt that there was nothing in the camp that could stop him, not even the stone wall technique.

Seeing that Nalorak crashed into the corner of the stone wall and suddenly disappeared from sight, Lanlos did not let go of his brows, slowly twisted his neck, and looked behind him.

Darkan pressed his hat and flashed an incomprehensible smile at Lanros, arcane energy flashing through his body. With the help of a flash, it disappeared directly from sight.

He could see that Nalorlac's gaze was not fear, but thinking, and that there was a sense of discretion in the face of rage? was it just because of a high-ranking magister? This was not scientific......

The elven mage stood still for a long time, until a warm sensation gradually slid through his chest, and Lanloth realized that his chest had been cut by Nalorak's claws, and several interlaced scarlet marks had been made.

The crisis was over, and the secretion of adrenaline decreased, making his perception of pain more pronounced.

......Not far away, in the ruins of a pile of tents, Lotherma struggled to move the debris on her body, and finally sat up, and the feeling of suffocation in her chest made him cough up a large pool of blood.

"Are you alright?"

"What do you say?" Hearing Ranros's unfazed question, Lotherma rolled her eyes, as if to confirm her rhetorical question, and turned away with a grin, placing the collapsed armor behind her back in front of the other party.

"It's not very serious. Scratching his chin, Lanlos smacked his lips, and the attitude of an outsider made Lotherma so angry that he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood on the other party.

Isn't it serious? Try the feeling of being almost embedded in your back by the armor!

Although trolls are savage by nature and hateful to other races, it has to be said that they know how to obey.

Led by Nalorak, the crowd turned around and roared, and the Amani trolls once again rushed into the forest. The wildness and affinity with nature give them a unique advantage in such an environment, both in terms of vision and skin.

Watching the trolls disappear from view, Darkan stood still on the stone wall, not striking with a spell.

The discipline of the trolls is very simple and tight, and the leader means to them like an ant queen, and as long as Nalorak is around, the army will not be truly defeated.

All their actions are based on their leader, and unless they can kill Nalorak in the first place, these trolls are a bunch of drug-addicted lunatics who are not afraid to die......

But unfortunately, with the power of the god of the wilderness, Nalorak could still survive even if he pierced his heart, and for such a monster, Darkan could not kill him in a short time.

And to be honest, it's still unknown whether Darkan will be able to beat Nalorak.

This was also the reason why Lanlos was puzzled by such an abrupt retreat of the latter.

On the shore of Lake Elendall, several ragged figures lay in the moonlight, and if it weren't for the heaving of their chests, they would have thought that they were just the corpses of a few High Elves.

"You idiot!" a tall elf suddenly bounced off the ground, ignoring his own injuries, and pointed at the elven lieutenant by the lake with his head in contemplation.

"No, no, I'm not ......" shook his head, Tommanson's widening eyes were covered with scarlet fine lines, and his dilated pupils were not focused at all. Due to the agitated emotions, the hands covered with dirt and blood almost scratched the cheeks.

"Bastard, your recklessness has killed all our companions! blame you......" Seeing that the other party was pretending to be crazy and stupid, Valanna suddenly couldn't contain her anger, and forced herself to endure the pain all over her body, and stood up trembling with her longbow on the ground.

Seeing that the adjutant wanted to make trouble, a female ranger next to her immediately stepped forward to block her way.

"Valanna, he's our commander anyway, you can't ......"

"Sir?" Showing a hideous smile, Valanna didn't notice that the bandages on her body had oozed blood, and still waved her arms to push it away, "Can't you see?

"Tactics, strategy, have you learned all about the pig?!"

"What a genius, what a sir......!

"No, it's not my fault!" silence, not just because of guilt, but also madness, "It's you, it's obviously you who didn't pass on my instructions!"

"That's right, it's you!" As if grasping at the last straw before drowning, Tommanson's bloodshot eyes flashed brightly.

"It's you, Valanna! it's you who didn't do your duty as an adjutant!" Suddenly rising, Tommanson pointed at the adjutant viciously in the surprised eyes of everyone, "I tell you, when we return to the camp, your actions will be fully liquidated, and you will be fully responsible for our failures!"

"What, you bastard......" Valanna looked incredulous, and the fingers on the Ranger's shoulders turned white with exertion, causing the latter to frown fiercely at the pain.

"Don't make a fuss! aren't we in enough trouble now?" Seeing that the scene was about to be uncontrollable, a ranger who was on guard on the periphery walked quickly.

"What are you doing, Lesevalin?" the ranger who stopped Valanna kept winking at him, "Don't you think it's messy enough?"

"I know what I'm doing. With a wave of his hand, interrupting the ranger's exhortation, Lesser Valin came between Tomenson and Valanna, appropriately blocking their gunpowder-scented view.

"We're in trouble enough, can't you two get down to business as our commander?"

Anger can make people lose their minds, but it can also make people more sober, and it is clear that the usually silent Lessevalin belongs to the latter. It has to be said that this is the luck of Tomenson and Valanna.

"Those trolls are still hunting us, do you want to be eaten alive by these monsters?"

"What we need now is not to quarrel, but to think about how to solve these problems......"