Zu Aman City, the capital of the former troll empire, has now fallen into a sea of ​​fire. Black smoke filled half of the city, shouts of killing come one after another, and the pungent smell of blood mixed in the wind and drifted to a very distant place.

Although the trolls' troops were defeated and fled in scattered areas, as the capital of forest trolls, there are still many troll residents in Zuo Amani. Some trolls who are not afraid of death rushed out of the low houses of wooden houses in groups of three or three, and launched suicide attacks at the elves.

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

The whole nation is full of soldiers, bloodthirsty and cruel. The title of forest trolls in the Lordaeron continent was not for nothing, but facing the high elves fighting formations that gathered together, they could only fall one by one in a pool of blood.

The body was covered with blood, and the armor and sword were ticking blood. Against the backdrop of the raging fire, the faces of these high elves were filled with strange light, and they were harvesting mercilessly. Nothing wrong, quled the lives of any troll who dared to appear in front of them.

It is not the elves' cold-blooded and ruthlessness, but the hatred of thousands of years and the huge differences in race and culture that make them unable to regard these trolls who still retain the custom of eating people as intelligent lives of the same kind as them. Because of their body shape and face, they cannot even tell whether the trolls attacking them are men or women, children or elderly, so naturally they will not have any sympathy.

On the road paved with blood and limbs, the high elves rushed from the city gate to the altar in the center of the city, and their morale was extremely high.

This is the capital of Zuaman, the last shelter of forest trolls. Its destruction means the complete extinction of the troll empire. Since the high elves landed in Lordaeron, thousands of years of troll war will end in the hands of one thousand of them. What a glory!

Because of excitement and excitement, the pretty faces of these elves even turned slightly red, especially the nearly five hundred elves knights, who looked at the figure standing in front of the team and brought them victory. The fanaticism on her face moved Aurelia, who was a high general. In her long military career, she had never seen these elves with calmness show such expressions.

However, looking at the towering figure holding a blue-purple giant sword, wearing golden-red armor, and long hair flowing in the wind, Aurelia had to admit that their prince was extremely outstanding and followed him. Even she was a little depressed, let alone ordinary elf.

Standing beside her, her sister Sylvanas also had a bright look in her eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, looking at the back that was stroking forward, I didn't know what she was thinking.

Mo Wen didn't feel much attention and worshipped by his elves. He silently directed the phoenix to pass through the air, burning the entire city, but his attention was always on the altar not far away.

If the high elves want to completely get rid of the old opponent of the troll and grow, one is to kill their living power, and the other is to kill their leader Zulkin. Without this old guy jumping up and down, the trolls are just a piece of loose sand that cannot be gathered, and there is no need to worry about it.

As for extermination of all the trolls, Mo Wen never thought of this idea. Although they fought Zu Aman easily, if they really tried to eliminate all the forest trolls in this jungle, they would definitely die in the end. The trolls lived in the form of tribes and clans. Although there were many trolls in Zu Aman City, there were more trolls in this jungle. Moreover, the elves did not have the advantage of jungle warriors, and the advantage of the mage was weakened. Rangers alone were probably not the opponent of those troll warriors who used javelin flying axes. According to Mo Wen's estimate, if they really wanted to completely eliminate the troll race, the high elves would have to pay at least three levels of military damage and a lot of time, which would be extremely unfavorable to deal with orc wars and undead natural disasters in the future. - there were only a few decades left to die, which was not enough for the elves to recover.

Therefore, Zulkin must die, otherwise with his prestige, he would probably draw an army of trolls in the jungle of Zuaman to fight against the high elves.

He weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and looked at the white-haired forest troll who walked out of the altar and the troll under his command, Mo Wen's murderous intent had already risen to the peak.

On this side, Mo Wen was in a state of murderous intent. On the other side, he walked out of the altar and looked at the handsome young man leading below, Zulkin was also furious and wished he could tear Mo Wen into pieces.

When he first heard that the high elves were attacking in large numbers, Zulkin was a little panicked because he knew very well that as his old opponent, the terrifying trolls would never be the opponent. This is not just a gap in the army, but also a gap in top experts.

The only ones in the troll clan who can make a move now are him and Maracas. In any case, they will not be opponents of the elves that the masters have fallen out. Therefore, it ordered the governor Kadala to delay time at the cost of the lives of the tribe, and he and Maracas hid in the altar of the trolls and carried out that dangerous plan in order to improve their strength and turn the situation around at the last moment.

Although the ultimate goal was to achieve it, it successfully gained the power of four beast gods and made great progress in its strength, its tribe was unexpectedly defeated by the high elves, and when they came out, even the entire Zu Aman was destroyed.

What made Zulkin most angry was that their previous estimates were wrong. The total number of high elves in this trip was only about a thousand people, and only three masters came (Salorian had not taken action yet, so he was not discovered). In fact, it didn't have to conduct that dangerous experiment at all. With it and Maracas in charge, the trolls could not be defeated by a 1,000-strong elves army. In other words, when the elves army came, it scared itself, and ended up being taken away by someone in one breath.

After ruled the forest troll clan for thousands of years, Zulkin had never been so shameless and angry. Looking at the wreckage everywhere and the city filled with smoke, the corners of its mouth were about to bite and bleeding.

"Boy, who are you!"

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

He raised the ice thunder tribulation in his hand and pointed it at Zuerkin, Mo Wen chuckled.

"I am Kelthas, the descendant of the Sun Chaser, the prince of Quelthalas! Zulkin, on the order of his father, came here to seek your head today, but I still haven't come down to die?!"

"Kelthas, please take my head?" Zulkin muttered softly twice, but he laughed furiously.

"Okay, okay, okay! Boy. You are worthy of being the son of that old bastard Anastarien, just as arrogant. Since you come to die by yourself, I will kill you first. Let your Sun-Survivor family have their blood cut off!"

"Maracas. Take someone to stop the others!"

With a roar, Zulkin, whose eyes were bloodshot, almost jumped off the altar directly, and the giant blade like an arm guard in his hand was slashing towards Mo Wen.

Looking at its back, the witchcraft lord Maracas, whose hair and beards were white, wanted to speak but stopped, but finally sighed and directed the remaining guards to meet the elves' team. He even took action himself to face the Wind Walker Sisters.

To be honest, Maracas actually doesn't want to continue fighting with the elves now. Although Zulkin's strength has improved greatly, he may not be able to face the high elves. Others may not have noticed it, but with its strength, how could he not notice Salorian hidden among the elves knights? With this warrior holding the dragon blade, how could Zulkin kill the only descendant of the Sun Chaser generation?

But it knew that even if it was dissuaded, it would be useless. Although Zulkin was extraordinary and had a very tolerant mind, the loss this time was too great, so great that Zulkin could not bear it. After the Troll War, the energy recovered by the Forest Trolls almost disappeared. It was not a few hundred years that he would never organize an army that could threaten Quel'thalas. And more importantly, this was originally avoidable, and it was their own mistake. Not to mention Zulkin, who was the leader, now even Maracas himself could not suppress the anger in his heart.

Green light sprinkled out of his hands, and a poisonous cloud was summoned from time to time. The witchcraft lord almost dragged the Wind Walker sisters with his own strength. This is certainly because the Wind Walker sisters have not reached their peak, but their strength should not be underestimated.

However, although Maracas completed the task assigned by Zulkin, Zulkin did not seize the opportunity at all. It would be just the contrary. The Elf Prince, who was not very concerned about it, had a strength far beyond its imagination.

The green arm roared towards him with his arm blade. Zulkin's whirlwind slash was much more fierce than Kadala. The rolled wind blade could almost cut a person's cheek, and it wrapped around Mo Wen's body with a knife after a while without a stop.

But holding up the sword, Mo Wen put his hands together, slashed up and down, and swept left and right, but he steadily held Zulkin's attack. The blue-purple sword body was shining with a strange light, and each strike accurately hit Zulkin's arm blade, not only turning its offensive into vanish, but the force of the countershock made it feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

After the tingling iron sound, after countless battles, Zulkin suddenly drew his sword and retreated, and then his hand touched his waist.

The next moment, a cold light came to my face, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Mo Wen.

But Mo Wen was not panicked, but instead showed mockery. The big sword in his hand swept across the cold light and divided it into two.

"Is this the only skill? Zulkin, no wonder you hid and refused to come out just now, and he was really a waste! Tsk, with a commander like you, no wonder he has been defeated repeatedly! I don't know how many people are willing to follow you after this battle?"

After looking at the two pieces of hand axes that fell to the ground, Mo Wen's eyes showed a trace of splendor, and he sarcastically looked at Zulkin with a smirk.

Originally, when Mo Wen had been fighting for a long time, Zulkin was in a state of retreat. It was naturally noticed that Maracas could find something. Knowing that Salorian was there, it probably could not kill Mo Wen. Moreover, when fighting with Mo Wen, the only remaining guards under its command had already been surrounded and killed by the Elf Knights. If they didn't leave, they would probably have no chance. With Zulkin's mind, after calming down, he naturally knew how to choose.

But at this time, listening to Mo Wen's words, it suddenly felt a sudden thrill in its heart, and then it discovered a very fatal problem. Although in the early troll war, Zulkin led the troll army to win many battles and once forced the high elves into a desperate situation, and his prestige was the only one in the clan, but since the late stage of the troll war, it has been defeated repeatedly and finally had to shrink back. Now some small tribes in the depths of the jungle are a little disobedient. In this battle of Zu'an, it did not show up at the beginning and did not achieve any results afterwards. This allowed Zulkin to gain a foothold in the forest trolls in the future, even if the prestige was high before, it would not be so squandered, unless-

With his eyes fixed on the young man in front of him, Zulkin felt cruel in his heart and his face began to become ferocious.

"Boy, this is what you forced me!"

In almost a short moment, Zulkin's body swelled strangely, and countless tiny hairs emerged from its body.

"--roar!"

The next moment, the wild roar shook the entire Zu Aman. In the shaking wind and the earth, a giant bear more than ten meters long rushed towards Mo Wen and slapped it with one claw. (To be continued...)

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