Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

(Thanks to Ling Xuechan for the 200 starting coins!! I have opened the reader impression. The first impression is too easy to mislead readers. I will see the effect in two days. If the collection decreases, it will be closed again.)

"Trap! Everything is a trap!!"

On Zul'Aman's tall platform, the troll leader Zul'jin roared angrily with red eyes.

"Damn it, your damn information!!"

The ground below the platform has been stained red with blood. Those are the officials in charge of intelligence under him.Facing Zujin's wrath, they were killed without any resistance.

"Please calm down..."

Somewhat tremblingly, the magic lord Malaculas lowered his head to Zujin and said.

He could understand why Zujin was so angry. The plan he had prepared for more than 200 years was reversed overnight, and countless soldiers died, leaving the country facing the shadow of complete destruction.

Even Malaculas felt very angry about this incident. The intelligence personnel's information was going to destroy their kingdom, and they deserved to die.

"Now it's time to find a way to save the situation as much as possible!"

Malaculas said, eager for Zujin to make a new choice.

"Save it back? How to save it? Our strength on the 8th floor has been trapped in a trap. Those damn high elves will definitely put all their troops here as soon as daybreak!"

"Our Zul'Aman will be turned into ruins under their magic!!!"

Zu Jin roared and glared ferociously:

"The only solution for now is to escape!"

Before the high elves' troops arrived, he could only lead his people to escape from Quel'Thalas and go to human places, or to the Hinterlands, where they had their territory, and they could take the opportunity to hide and recuperate. , waiting for a new time to come.

"Escape? But there are so many ordinary people like us, including many old people and children, can we escape smoothly?"

Malaculas asked with his eyes open.

"idiot!"

Zujin cursed, he couldn't control that much now:

"Of course it's impossible for everyone to escape! We take away the soldiers, as well as the strong children and women, and the rest can only be left behind!"

Malaculas was stunned. He looked at Zujin in surprise. This leader's courage was shocking.But the anger and helplessness burning in his eyes also told that making this decision was also very difficult for Zujin.

Time is too short, and the longer you stay, the more dangerous it will be.Zujin could not master a better method, so he could only take away the best people and hopes of his country. Only in this way can the Amani Empire be passed on.

"Obey your will..."

Sighing, Malaculas lowered his head and responded. He walked outside. When he passed the corpses of the intelligence officers, he stepped on them a few times with hatred.

Zul'Aman's world began to boil.

Many trolls who were sleeping in their arms were pulled out of their dreams and then told the bad news.Their forces were caught in a trap, and Zul'Aman was threatened with destruction.

Crying, scolding, even fighting...

Eventually, the trolls obeyed the orders of their war-god leader Rent.All the soldiers, along with young women and children, abandoned the old and weak, and many young female trolls. Tens of thousands of them gathered at the gate of Zul'Aman.

Rent looked at this strong, sad team with moist eyes. Without saying anything, he waved his hand and took the lead alone, running towards the outside.

In this sp;this empire, only his power is at the holy level. This level of power generally does not dare to go to the battlefield easily, because it can easily trigger the enemy's power of the same level, thus causing the death of countless civilians and soldiers.For the sake of their respective peoples, Zulkin had only unexpectedly fought once with the king of Quel'Thalas 200 years ago in the past hundreds of years.

But now he can't control so much. His power can crush any enemy that stands in his way and reduce the threat to his people.

A team of tens of thousands of people may encounter a crazy counterattack by the elves, but at least most of them can escape.

The group of old, weak, sick and disabled guys will slow down the pace of his team and increase the danger. At the same time, Zujin also hopes that his power can be best used to protect the truly outstanding tribesmen.

He knew that the high elves had three mages at the same level as him, and they would appear in front of him at any time for their own reasons, blocking his team. Even Zujin himself was determined to die.

"Malaculas, I can die, but you must lead this group of people to escape!"

Zujin ran, holding a long knife, and with a wave of his hand, a huge storm spurted out from the knife, turning the trees into ashes, opening a huge passage in front that was large enough for his team to move forward.

Of course, he did not go forward, but chose the side closer to the mountains, because only in this way, his team would be faster and encounter fewer elves.

"Yes!"

Malaculas followed him and bowed his head in response.

He understood why Zujin gave him such orders. Perhaps the leader did not think that he could escape alive in the first place.But Malaculas must stay alive, because he is researching a new way to use power. If it goes well, the troll's combat power will be even higher.

He must not live up to Zu Jin's high expectations!

At the same moment, before the high elves could notice the fluctuations in Zujin's power, two huge meteorites fell from the sky.

They were burning, exuding a strong demonic aura, which was so easy to detect even in the forest. After being stunned for a moment, Zujin and Malaculas were overjoyed.

"Haha, it's a devil!!"

"demon!!"

The timing of the arrival of these two meteorites was perfect, just covering up Zujin's aura of action.They knew that the eyes of the high elves would be drawn to it and their sensitivity would be reduced.

“God help me wait!!”

Zujin laughed and looked at the meteorite like a treasure. With it, he could take the opportunity to evacuate faster.

[It’s not time for me to die yet...]

He suppressed his own power, and was a little glad that he did not explode his momentum from the beginning. The power he used now was legendary.

In other words, it is very likely that in order to deal with those two demons, the high elves will definitely not send a few saint-level guys to deal with a legendary person.

That group of magic addicts...are more concerned about the demons peering into their Sunwell than they are about the trolls.

No one understands this better than Zujin.

"Boost!!"

With this thought in his mind, Zujin roared behind him, leading the mighty trolls towards the gate of Quel'Thalas like a whirlwind...

This evening...

The elites of Zul'Aman, relying on the leader's decisive decision and quick response, broke through the defense line of a small number of elves and successfully escaped from Quel'Thalas.

Of the trolls on the land of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, only the soldiers were being slaughtered in the center.

And their extremely weak capital, Zul'Aman.